Okay, so, for some reason, my closet became a door to a f*cking forest.

I was terrified, so I didn't open that closet for a while-- but my clothes were in there!

So, before it turned night, I mustered the courage to venture into my closet, when my closet opened on its own and spat out a person.

A girl with long, dark hair-- that was all that registered in my brain, before I realized one big fact: she was buck naked.

You know that feeling when you're watching a movie for the first time with your parents and a borderline adult scene comes up? Yeah, that feeling? Intensify that, and mix in some terror.

That was what I felt.

I suppressed the urge to scream all the while attempting to keep my eyes closed-- or at least keeping my eyes pinned to anywhere but below her face. If I screamed then Mom would see her and discover the portal closet I had. Not that it would be bad or anything, but I . . . kind of wanted to do some investigation for myself.

At the very least, this girl was-- or had an absolutely gorgeous face. Take deep breaths, Kiyan. You're doing good. Fight back the monstrous temptation to take a peek. Though serious-f*cking-ly, why is she naked?!

I shut my eyes tight, stepped back a few, and grabbed my blanket. I briefly peeked through my eyelids and threw the blanket at the girl, who caught it in her arms.

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Phew, well at least her chest's covered.

The girl's brows furrowed as she looked at the thick, cotton blanket I threw at her. Then she looked at me, which sort of refreshed the awkward embarrassment raging in my chest.

Before I could break eye contact, she stepped forward and dropped the blanket once again forcing me to shut my eyes.

God, I'm so virtuous.

I heard her step forward once more, which then forced me to peek through my eyelids, only to find her hand right in front of my face. I hurried with my backward steps, and she hurried with her own until my back met against the wall.

Then what happened next was the most awkward thing that ever happened to me. A naked girl was pressing her hand against my face! She even pinched my nose and attempted to f*cking slip a finger up my nostrils.

"What is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed in a whisper, grabbing her wrist and distancing my face from her hand. "Why aren't you wearing anything?! Why are you touching my face like that?"

Without making the effort to take her hand back, the girl said in her soft, barely audible voice, "You look like me."

How in the world do I look like this girl?

Her eyes then land on my chest, before looking at me straight in the eyes. "But without breasts."

I felt like a few million braincells of mine just died. Like, what? Whaaat???

"Why are you covering your skin?" she continued, prompting for me to almost shout at her. I managed to keep it to a whisper exclamation though.

"Why are you not covering your skin?!"

"Why should I?"

My jaw went slack from her reply. "Aren't you embarrassed? You're naked!"

"Naked?" The girl tilted her head, seemingly unaware of the term.

"Yes! Naked! As in, wearing no clothes!"

"Clothes . . ."

I nodded in exasperation, before continuing on to speak in a hushed voice, "Yes, yes, wear clothes!"

"What are clothes?"

And with that, consider me deceased.

I sighed and pressed my finger against the middle of my eyebrows. "Just, just please, for now, cover yourself with a blanket. We'll talk afterwards."