Janice becomes a schoolgirl
The strength of purpose Janice had last week, when throwing her husband out, was short lived. Living alone was turning out to be more difficult than she thought. It would take time getting used to the loneliness, decision making, and a lack of direction.
After having Bernard looked after her, to the point of being controlled, she felt lost without him. Bernard had strongly influenced her, and before that, her father. Maybe she shouldn't have been so harsh with him, as there was no going back now. Making a fool of him hadn't been a good idea. Hitting him was even less of a good idea, though it had felt good, and continued to every time she thought of it.
Now that she had to think for herself it showed how far he'd taken over her life. When he decided to leave her, he wanted half the value of her parents house, and that was being greedy. It was not deserved at all, as it had been left to her, with the mortgage paid up.
He was right about one important thing, she needed a job to live. Getting fit and keeping up this new confidence was necessary, so starting at a local gym seemed a good idea.
Feeling a bit stiff from yesterday's unaccustomed workout, Janice prepared for today's session. The exercises generated energy, warding off mental lethargy, or so she hoped. It had been embarrassing in the changing room at first, but no one took any notice of her. How different that had been in high school, where the girls laughed at her underdeveloped bust, and small size.
It seemed she had at last matured, and joined the adult world. Perhaps it was her attitude, demonstrating a new found confidence. The assertiveness classes had ended, and the reward had come when standing up to her domineering husband. It was his problem being possessive, not hers.
'Damn! I left my tracksuit at the gym,' she exclaimed.
The new fitness regime included jogging there and back, but this was halted before it even got started properly. Searching through cupboards in the spare room, meant finding interesting old things, though not what she needed. It was about time she cleared out his old stuff, and maybe some of the joint possessions too. Making a clean break would be best.
At the back of a draw she pulled out a painting overall, or environmental friendly suit, as it was labelled. It was made of tough paper, and was still wrapped in cellophane. It had been bought when they first moved in. The size was for a child, which she ignored as usual. It fit well, not tight or too baggy, so it would do if not studied too closely. No one would see her at this time in the morning, as most had left for work. Once at the gym it could be thrown away, and she would change into the new yoga pants and loose top.
It was hot out there, and the one piece suit would have her sweating straight away. Deciding not to wear underwear brought on a smile. Only a short time ago she was obsessive over wearing a padded, push up bra. For once, having small breasts was an advantage, as she didn't need to wear a sports bra. Carefully looking in a mirror confirmed panties weren't needed. In the gym locker she had clean underwear, so no problem.
No one was around when she crossed a road to the park. A sprint through a parking lot, then a slower careful jog across a field. Halfway to a track leading through the woods, an unexpected cloudburst soaked her. The suit was quickly soaked through, and clung to her small frame.
Once under cover of a large tree, she examined the suit and cursed. In some places it clung to her body, and sagged in others. She didn't have much on top to show, but didn't like the way it clung to her thighs.
'Damn! This thing is made to wear inside while painting. Why in hell did I do such a stupid thing,' she murmured to the tree.
About to plod back across the field to home, she suddenly halted. A group of men were carrying something onto the field. Backing up and hiding behind some bushes, she watched for a while, until realising they were there to put up a marquee. The way they were arguing over how to accomplish the job, meant it would take some time.
In frustration, she moved on down a trail, fairly certain it ran in the right direction. After a few minutes she heard voices, and veered off along a side trail. It became overgrown, so she had to push her way through. A thorn caught the suit, and ripped it from a shoulder. Turning back only exasperated the entanglement. Too anxious to notice, she was now heading in the wrong direction.
Janice wished she had some weight behind her to force a way through the bushes. Instead she had a light petite figure, and felt useless in this situation. At least her long hair had been tied up out of the way. At last she stumbled onto another trail, and it stopped raining. The muddy path didn't look much, meaning it was hardly used. Even she could tell that. Her body was scratched from pushing through the undergrowth, yet it wasn't that which worried her.
Looking back the way she had come, there were shreds of white paper fluttering among the bushes. Pieces of paper around the stretchy wrist and ankle cuffs, were all that was left of the suit! Janice stood still, unmoving from shock! She had been aware of the suit tearing, but not this much! Now she was lost in the woods, naked!
'Shit! What do I do now?' she whined.
Right then she wished there was someone to tell her what to do, even her husband would do. Being told what to do was comforting, especially when lost, naked, exhausted, and feeling hopeless! Her own decision making was in tatters, like the outfit. There was no option, except to carry on. Carefully following the trail led her to a clearing bounded by a fence on one side. This was another housing complex, the other side of the park, and a long way from home.
Over the high fence was a house, yet not necessarily safety, or comfort. Walking along the muddy path, following backyard fences, was easier than going through the woods. Peering over the fence at each house passed, showed everyone was out at work.
'What the hell?' she whispered.
A rare rotary clothes line gently turned in the breeze. Clothes were drying now the sun was out. Janice nearly clapped her hands and jumped for joy. Hesitantly opening the gate, it was a relief to find it didn't squeak. She silently waited, expecting at any moment to be shouted at.
Tiptoeing down a path to the line, she held her breath all the way. Of course, there wouldn't be clothing in her small size, there never was. Anything to cover her nakedness would be welcome. Feeling negative, it wasn't expected that a towel, or sheet, would be conveniently hanging there.
Janice was right and wrong. She looked with glee at a small top, and skirt!
Whipping them off the line, showering pegs in the air, she sprinted for the gate and down the path. Out of puff, she took a side track into the woods. Careful not to dirty the skirt in mud, she pulled it on and zipped it up, then buttoned the white blouse. She found they were a tight fit but covered her nakedness enough to make her smile, and feel lucky.
The clothes were damp, but not wet, as they had been sheltered from the rain, and dried off in the sun. Wearing a tight blouse revealing her little breasts, had always been impossible. Never would she ever wear such a short skirt, especially without panties, but nevertheless, she was pleased to be wearing something.
After covering up her nakedness, Janice clapped her hands in happiness. She could either make her way home and change, or even go straight to the gym!
Which way? Walking the fence might not be a good idea, in case the owner of these clothes was met. The forest track would do, as she was completely lost anyway. The track cut a corner off the park, and she unexpectedly appeared next to the administration office. A quick walk to the main road would orient her, and she could decide whether to go home, or on to the gym, whichever was closest.
'Sorry!' she exclaimed, on bumping into someone.
History was repeating itself!
A bunch of teenagers were waiting to board a bus. Pushing through the excited bunch of teens, she was almost past them when a man grabbed her arm.
'Where do you think you're going, girl?' Mathew asked.
'Sorry, sir,' Janice spluttered.
