Today's featured writing is a brand new story which was inspired by one of those dreams we have just moments before the alarm clock goes off. You recognize these types of dreams, I'm sure. The brain has been resting for several hours, and you are in a state of shallow sleep. You have dreams of rushing out of the house for work or school, but keep forgetting items which results in never leaving. Maybe you dream of trying to run away, but can only bounce up in the air before landing where you started. Or maybe you are in an old, abandoned factory where you aimlessly climb up and down flights of stairs.
This particular dream that I had was so vivid and bizarre that I had to turn it into a short story for you. It was definitely weird enough to be considered material that is found at the Literary World of Tom Raimbault.
Have a great weekend! Keep some dollar bills on hand in case someone offers you to change their panties for a dollar.
Change My Panties for a Dollar
I’d like to relay to you one of the most bizarre experiences I had some years ago at a local carnival. At the time I was merely passing through the main walk area, alone, where I suddenly found myself stuck behind a large crowd of people who were standing in various lines to board rides or play games. This can happen in large crowded areas at carnivals. With so many people, the region becomes gridlocked.
While standing there and waiting for the crowd of people to gradually disburse so I could continue walking, I became aware of a young woman who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. Wearing tight jeans, she stood
Suddenly she turned and asked me, “Would you like to change my panties for me?”
Taken aback and at a loss of words, I did not answer her. I thought she was simply being rude and trying to make me the butt-end of the joke.
“Sir, would you like to change my panties for me?” she repeated. “It’s only a dollar.” She pointed at the building up at the front of the line. It was then that I realized she was inviting me to enjoy one of the attractions at the carnival. She wasn’t someone standing in line with her friends. She actually worked at an indoor booth, and had apparently stepped out to find more customers. This particular booth allowed men to remove the pants and undergarments of young women just to help them into something new.
What harm could this activity have done? And it was cheap. “Umm… Sure…” I answered.
I was quickly led into the building and taken to a counter where a female cashier took my money. The young woman who invited me to change her panties stepped away into another room, and closed the door. Apparently, that was the room where I was to enjoy the cheap entertainment.
“I know it’s only a dollar…” I began to cashier. “But I’m I allowed to take as long as wish in changing her panties?” It suddenly occurred to me that it might be fun to play with her panties while she wore them, and maybe feel her prized buttocks while doing so.
“Nope!” she answered. “It can only take as long as it takes to remove and put panties back on.
“Okay…” I concluded that playing around and feeling personal body parts was not permitted.
The cashier then asked, “I’m going to need to see some photo ID.”
“A Photo ID?”
What was this? Originally believing the attraction to be an anonymous quick-in-quick-out form of entertainment; I now wondered if the police were somehow involved, and secretly building a list of perverts who participated. If there were ever a sexual crime in the area, they would simply check the list of those who paid money to change a young woman’s panties for suspects.
I sighed while handing her my driver’s license and then asked, “So have you had many people here, today?”
“Nope!” she answered while walking over to the copy machine. “You’re the first person here all day.”
I grew all the more hesitant in proceeding with this attraction. It was about quarter-to-five in the afternoon, and I was the only pervert in town who chose to pay the young woman in the next room one dollar to change her panties. What would people think of me if they ever found out? And speaking of the time of day, it was running late. I had to be home by five o’clock for dinner.
“Okay, you’re all set!” The cashier announced while handing my ID back. “You can enter the next room and join Molly. She is eagerly waiting for you to change her panties.”
I cautiously knocked on the door and entered the other room which resembled a large hotel suite that was even complete with a counter and refrigerator. Molly casually lied on the bed, on her side—so relaxed.
“Could you go in the refrigerator and get me a bottle of juice?” she asked.
Not sure how this fit into the description of the activity I paid for, I walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. “Umm… Let’s see… There are about a dozen bottles of MGD light, a few cans of diet Dr. Pepper, and some plastic bottles of Kool-Aid Bursts. By juice, I assume you mean the Kook-Aid?”
“Yes, that’s it! Please bring me one!”
I did as she ordered and brought the bottle over to her.
Casually lying on her side as if in no hurry to do anything, she opened the bottle and took a few gulps. “Ahhhhh…” Then she looked up at me, “Well, anytime you’re ready. I have a fresh pair of panties and jeans on the dresser over there.” She pointed in the direction.
“Are you just going to lay there while I change them?” I asked.
“Yeah, is that okay?”
I sighed, “Sure that’s fine.” and then walked over to the dresser. I was actually getting a bit annoyed and disappointed with the situation. Why was there so much involved in simply handing a young woman a dollar; then going in a room with her to pull down her panties to put new ones on? Aside from that, she was laying on the bed. I really wanted her to stand up so I could get a full view of her naked buttocks—see this infra-gluteal crease that she was bragging about.
By the time I returned to the bed, she had finished her drink and then lay on her back. I suddenly wasn’t that much into what was about to happen. It brought me back to those unpleasant days of changing diapers! Regardless, I undid her jeans and pulled them off. I could see she had a nice pair of silky, shapely thighs. And the panties she wore were interesting. They had smiley face print all over them.
Next I removed her panties and tried to enjoy the sight of what had been hidden seconds before. But blast it, anyway; Molly quickly rolled her thigh over in such a way to cover her crotch. And of course, being that she was laying on her back, I was unable to see her buttocks with prized infra-gluteal crease.
It was getting closer and closer to five o’clock, and I was mindful that dinner was soon to be served at home. I quickly slid her new panties on and helped her back into her jeans; all the while silently telling myself that I would never waste my time on this sort of activity, again.
Molly quickly stood up once fully dressed and then pointed in the direction of the closet. “There’s a dress in there that I actually want to wear over this. Could you get that for me?”
“The dress in the closet; do you see it?”
“Umm… yeah?” It was now 4:55pm. It would take me ten minutes to drive home, and I needed to leave—literally—five minutes ago!
“Bring it over to me.” she ordered.
Dumbfounded, and not sure why I was obeying her orders, I walked over to the closet and removed a peculiar Victorian era dress from the rod. With all the layers and material, the thing must have weighed nearly ten pounds, and looked to be something Abraham Lincoln’s wife would have worn.
Helping her into it wasn’t so easy. There were countless buttons, zippers and straps.
“No, that one doesn’t get fastened, yet…” she would tell me with a note of annoyance. “Wait; let me see if I can squeeze my stomach in a little tighter… Now do the zipper…”
I recall in the middle of this difficult task of looking up at the clock and noticing that it was already 5:20!
And so to my fellow men, I leave you a good piece of advice. If you are ever at a carnival or some festival, and you are offered to change the panties of a young and beautiful woman for only a dollar; don’t do it! It’s a scam! It’s more trouble than what it’s worth!