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"Hey Tracy?" The cry came just as Tracy was reaching for her keys, freezing her in place as she gratefully waited for Leigh to proffer whatever reminder the perpetually absent-minded brunette no doubt needed to avoid walking out the door without her wallet or her earrings or whatever it was she was about to forget. Not that she was dumb or anything, but Leigh had one of those brains that was so much better about remembering those little everyday details that somehow slipped past Tracy, and she'd almost begun to rely on her roommate as a backstop for practically everything. Even so, it made Tracy blush a little to hear Leigh call out, "Don't forget to make sure you're wearing panties."

Because yeah, that had become a bit of a problem of late. Sheepishly, Tracy undid the fly on the ripped and faded jeans that had become so wonderfully soft and comfortable after repeated trips through the washer, only to discover that yet again she'd managed to very nearly walk out the door without anything on underneath them. Her fingers found nothing but the pale flesh of her vulva and a tangle of dark brown pubic hair, and she let out a tiny wince knowing she was going to have to walk right past Tracy on her way to the bedroom to get changed and the… not smarter, maybe, but certainly more mentally composed woman… was going to know that she'd once again forgotten to put on any underwear. It was embarrassing.

The worst part was, Tracy legitimately didn't know whether this had always been a problem and she was just so absent-minded she never noticed it until now, or whether her scatterbrained tendencies had actually gotten worse once she moved in with Leigh and her airhead subconscious had decided it could just offload all these boring little details onto someone who thought about them. Tracy felt like she used to remember her panties every single day, automatically and instinctively, but lately it seemed like every time Leigh called out to her with a reminder she'd forgotten yet again. "Are you checking?" the blonde called out from the living room, and Tracy's blush deepened as she realized she'd just been standing there with her hand down her pants, woolgathering.

It felt almost like a point of pride that she thought to check for a bra herself, unbuttoning her flannel shirt with the hand that didn't seem to be stuck to her pussy so she could inspect her own chest in the mirror by the front door. But whatever pride she felt was immediately erased when she saw her stiff pink nipples jutting out from her jiggling tits, demonstrating yet another way her brain had gone to mush without Leigh there to help her think. God, at this rate she should just come out of her bedroom naked and ask her friend to help her get dressed, because she was clearly too… fuck, too dumb and ditzy to put on her own clothes, too silly and scatterbrained and--fuck! Tracy let out a little gasp as her cunt clenched around her now-intruding fingers.

"How's it going out there, hon?" Leigh asked, and Tracy felt her pussy surge with yet more embarrassed arousal at the notion of her roommate coming out to investigate and discovering that Tracy had lost herself in vacant, slutty masturbation instead of doing what she was told. She forced herself to go back into the living room, even though she couldn't seem to pull her fingers out of her cunt… and if she noticed that the woman in the mirror had a blank, hypnotized expression on her face, that slipped out of Tracy's scattered brain as well.