15. Changing Clothes (1)
The morning sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains woke me up before I knew it. Today, too, my body had the dress hiked all the way up, baring my mottled white-and-red chest completely. The only thing covering me was a single pair of panties—a total slutty display. If Yeji unnie had woken up first, I'd have unwittingly flashed my entire body to her in that lewd pose.
……This thrill is just too good. I could never give up wearing a dress for the sake of this.
Thankfully, I'd beaten Yeji unnie awake today. Her hand had packed such a punch last night…… Every time I lightly touched my bare chest, a sharp sting spread through me. Just one hit, and bruises were already forming. But last night, that dizzying pleasure had been worth it. Who knew something like this could feel so good? Even though it's my own body, it feels somehow foreign and distant.
Once the excitement died down and she came back to her senses, Yeji unnie apologized profusely, full of regret…… But honestly, I'd be fine if she hit me again. Every time she touched my breasts, that stinging pain mixed with rising arousal. Worried I'd just keep groping myself like this, I hurriedly sat up. I'd woken up ages ago from the pain and excitement—sleep was long gone.
Before Yeji unnie could stir, I quietly gathered my eco-bag. The sun was up, but it was still early enough that no one else would be awake. There was something I wanted to try in the chilly hallway where no one roamed. March had started ages ago, but when would it finally warm up? The cool air seeped through my thin dress, raising goosebumps on my skin. Or maybe my whole body was hypersensitive from anticipation. I swallowed hard.
The early morning hush was absolute—no sounds anywhere. My fingertips summoned the elevator. Our room's on the second floor, so I never bother with it when leaving the dorm, but today I called it anyway. Because I'm not planning to leave……
The elevator rose swiftly from below and dinged at my floor. I slipped inside quietly. It reeked of cold air and faint cigarette smoke—clearly used multiple times overnight. The unmistakably public vibe hit me. As the doors slowly closed, my reflection stared back: a woman in nothing but her nightie dress, face flushed with what—anticipation? Excitement?
Should I do it? For real? In this same elevator where yesterday's madness went down, doing something naughty again. Right now, I'm just a normal girl wandering the dorm. But what I'm about to do? No ordinary girl would even dream of it.
My chest tightened. I knew exactly why. Pure anticipation and thrill. I set the eco-bag on the floor. My heart pounded wildly. With trembling fingers, I pressed the button for the top floor—10. The elevator hummed to life with a faint vibration. The red digital display above the doors began counting up like a countdown.
Actually, it was a countdown. The time I had to use this cramped, metal changing room. I tugged the dress straps off my shoulders. Normally worn like a T-shirt flipped backward, today I undid them the reverse way. Without support, the dress sagged limply. If it were any bigger, it would've slid past my breasts to the floor, but it caught on my perky mounds, still covering my body even as my shoulders bared.
I pulled it down from there. The fabric scraped my skin, sending a stinging ache through my bruised red breasts. The pain radiating from them felt so good. Giving it a firm yank, my perky tits bounced free. In this public space, my hardened nipples stood shamelessly erect, jiggling. The mirror reflected it all right into my eyes. If anyone had been inside, they'd have seen everything—even from behind.
Standing in an elevator where anyone could enter, wearing nothing but panties…… I look like such a massive pervert. Unnie mocked me like this yesterday, but I don't plan on becoming a whore. Still, pervert? Guilty as charged. That's why I'm changing here. Perverts like me deserve this. But it's safe in this empty space, unnie.
Yet the numbers were already past 6. Not even fully undressed? No time to savor it. The elevator was faster than I thought. At this rate, I wouldn't even be naked by 10, let alone changed. I hurriedly shoved down my panties. The crotch was darkened, a translucent trail snaking down my thigh before breaking off. Seeing it hit me anew: how much of a pervert I am. No groping my chest, no stroking my hole—just the act of stripping in public and the ache from my bruises had me soaked like this. And I didn't even need to go fully naked to change…… I could've swapped top and bottom separately, but no—I stripped bare. Because this is way more thrilling.
Arousal surged, my heart racing. My pervert breaths came faster. I'd packed a bra and panties in the eco-bag. I'd sworn off wearing them outside anymore, but bringing them today felt more fun. My naked pervert reflection panted hot breaths, face flushed crimson. Even through the mirror, the wetness on my inner thighs was crystal clear.
Ah, already at 9…… No way I'd dress in time. Yesterday it took so long, I figured it'd be plenty…… Way too little time for changing. I snatched my fallen clothes off the floor. Tenth floor's just study rooms—no one around probably, but if someone was there? If by some chance…… Like yesterday, who knows what I'd suffer. No, yesterday unnie helped, but today? Alone, it'd be worse.
Terror flooded me. The dress I'd stepped on was filthy with black marks, barely covering me as I huddled in the corner. No time to put it on properly—just this to shield my body. To hide, I'd have to crouch. Not a normal riding stance—anyone seeing would stare. And this wouldn't hide shit anyway……
I'll get caught for sure. But…… if I do…… it'd feel so good. Between my tense heartbeats, undeniable anticipation lurked. No one else might sense it, but I did.
Obviously, squatting naked lets the lewd juices from my hole drip straight to the floor. Nothing to stop it. As transparent drops soiled the dirty tiles, I watched the doors mercilessly slide open. Someone beyond them, and I'm done. No one, and nothing happens. No retries—just pure risk in this unfair either/or.
But I created this situation myself. And in anticipation, more slutty fluid leaked from my pussy, staining the floor. If someone's there, what do I say? "I'm such a pervert, I was changing in the elevator"? Or "I just love stripping, so I did"? No smooth excuse came to mind. Whatever I chose, it started with admitting I'm a pervert. Because I really am one. A pervert challenging herself to change in a moving elevator……
I stared at the doors without blinking. Morning light brightened the tenth floor—thank god, empty. Only then did I exhale the breath I'd held. Even a whore probably wouldn't enjoy this outdoors. If unnie saw, she'd call me worse than a whore—a filthy rag bitch. Honestly, no comeback. Even I think no whore would do this.
"Haa……."
Hot, pleasurable breaths escaped. My drenched crotch was sopping. I set the shielding dress atop the eco-bag and stood. The wet panties stayed on the floor—I didn't want to dirty the new clothes yet. I stepped out slowly. Unlike other floors, tenth had no hallway to the men's dorm—just transparent glass letting sunlight pour through. Gray concrete rooftop visible beyond.
Standing before it, warm rays bathed my uncovered naked body. Unlike the chill air, the sun felt wonderfully cozy. Something only a pervert could do—no one else. No watchers, but the vast rooftop spread openness before me. Like standing nude alone under nature's gaze.
"Hngh."
My pussy clenched on its own. The elevator doors closed behind me, but I didn't care. No one awake at this hour anyway. With the bag out of sight, I felt truly naked. Unable to cover if someone came—a lewd, exposed stance all alone.
Feels so good. Stay like this, and I'll masturbate. But I'd never hold back the noise. Time to dress. Turning to press the button, a number caught my eye. Huh? Red 9. And counting down. Someone called the elevator—with my clothes inside. The thought from moments ago flashed: Now I'm really naked. Utterly, irrecoverably bare.
"Hnnngh."
My hips trembled faintly.