You spend the next few hours in the laundry hamper, hoping for Anna’s return. You made a couple of escape attempts, but after the last one ended with you falling deeper into the pile and forced to climb your way back to the top, you decided it was best to return to Zoe’s bra and wait for rescue, even if it meant returning to the wicked clutches of Anna…

So there you sat, watching the ceiling for Anna to appear, ready to torment you some more. But the sound of approaching footsteps yielded a surprising, and comforting sight; Zoe. She walked right by the hamper, oblivious to you, but you stood up and ran to the centre of the pile. 

“Zoe! Hello? Can you hear me?!” 

Zoe returned, and you smiled up at the towering woman you once called your girlfriend. You couldn’t believe it. She heard you! You were saved! Your elation was short lived, however, when you realised she wasn’t looking at you, and seemingly hadn’t heard you. She pulled her shirt over her head, peeling it off to reveal her gorgeous body. You couldn’t enjoy the view for long, though, as you were hit with the realisation of what she was doing. 

You tried to flee from the centre of the pile, to retreat to the safety of the bra - you were a fool to leave it in the first place - but you were too slow, and were suddenly engulfed by Zoe’s work shirt. If you thought the bra smelled of her, your entire atmosphere was replaced by her scent now. It was as if she was right on top of you, or you were on a planet that was made of her. You were feeling many things - nostalgia, fear, shame, arousal… 

You started to crawl out from under the shirt, accepting that - whether you wanted to or not - you couldn’t live out the rest of your days huffing her dirty clothes.

What happens next?