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Laundry Theatre: The Panty Curse By: Pinkman100 I grunted as I lifted the last of my heavy laundry baskets up and onto one of the many tables at the local Laundromat. Taking a moment to catch my breath after hauling in several overly packed baskets, I found myself wondering if Kim and I would ever finally get our own place together and move in. Maybe then we would have our own laundry machine and I wouldn't have to procrastinate laundry and end up taking just about every article of clothing to be washed! A buzzer from a nearby dryer brought me out of my thoughts and I started to load up the two or three washing machines that I had chosen. I sat down and watched the laundry theatre on the three machines as I watched my clothing swish and swirl in a bubbly show and again found my thoughts drifting back to Kim. She was truly something to be admired. She was not like the typical girls you see in this part of the woods. She had a certain beauty that would be hard to spot. She was about 5'8 and she had the most beautifully stunning green eyes and red hair, not to mention a fantastically beautiful body. She enjoyed running and exercise and it really showed on her trim figure. She had long graceful runner's legs that seemed to show off her perfectly fair skin. Her stomach flat and lean trimmed arms and shoulders were sure indicators of her shape; however she still maintained some of that feminine curve that so many runners lack. Her hips were soft and round and she definitely had a back side that any man could admire, especially in those runners shorts! And when she wore a sports bra, I know she is the object of every man's dream. We had been dating pretty seriously for a few years now and I wanted us to move in, however she just wasn't interested in that kind of a commitment. She would tell me she wasn't sure I was what she wanted for the rest of her life. She told me that we weren't ready yet. Try as I might I could not convince her to move in with me. She told me that we both had some growing to do and she simply wouldn't do it! I had spent many hours like this one dreaming of her and trying to figure out a way to solve this riddle. Just as I was running through one of our many discussions/fights over the subject I noticed that my laundry theatre had ended and my washes were now done. Grabbing a cart and making my way to all three machines, I grabbed everything out in large armloads and transferred from the cart to the dryer where I plopped into another chair and resumed the second act of Laundry Theatre. I sat back and considered my problem. I thought about calling her as I watched my clothing swirl around and around and around when suddenly something strange caught my eye. There sitting in my light color dryer was a streak of something... something that didn't belong in there. I leaned forward in my seat trying to see if I could catch it again and suddenly, something flashed before my eyes! Something PINK?! Still not believing my eyes I stood up and got closer to my machine, and just as I was about ready to reach out and check it, the cycle had finished. I grabbed a nearby cart and started to unload the laundry into the bag. I started to look for the pink offender but a beeping on my watch reminded me that I now had 30 minutes to shower and get ready for my date with Kim tonight. I threw everything into my laundry bag and ran out the door straight to my car and home. I flew home and quickly shaved and showered before fishing out a pair of decent pants and a decent shirt out of the massive laundry bag and jumping back into my car and heading to the restaurant where I was to meet Kim. Despite my best efforts I wound up being about 15 minutes late and Kim had clearly noticed. I walked into the restaurant and was directed by a waitress to the table where a rather beautiful yet somewhat irritated Kim was waiting for me. I smiled and tried to do my best not to act or look guilty but Kim wouldn't have any of it. "What part of 6:30 didn't you understand?" I smiled and made up something about traffic but the reality was I was just chronically late and Kim was a stickler for timeliness. I apologized to her and gently kissed her slender hand giving her my cutest "forgive me look" As usual it worked and we ordered our dinner. We had some light conversation about our day's adventures at work and doing chores as we waited for the food to arrive. Kim told me about her day at work and how tired she was, and I muttered on about cleaning up and spending an insane amount of time working on my laundry situation. She smiled at me when I proudly announced that every article of clothing I owned was now clean. However her smile faded as I confessed that it was still all sitting balled up in a giant laundry bag and a few laundry baskets. Just before she could launch into a lecture about doing things the right way, a plate of food was set before me. I glanced down at the cute little hand holding the dish and noticed the pretty pink nails that one typically didn't see on the hands of a waitress. I followed the hand to a somewhat curvy arm which connected to a similarly curvy torso. This waitress clearly had a large chest and her white button down shirt did little to constrain her endowment. I followed the stretched shirt down and was a little surprised to see instead of a rather large stomach, a rather waspish waist that seemed to then explode back out into a large set of hips. Before I could glance up at her face, she had dropped her second plate of food and turned around to walk back to the kitchen. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn down to the large round ass that swayed softly back and forth as she made her way back to the kitchen. "You think she's cute?" The question burst my dream bubble and I blinked and turned my attention back to Kim. Instead of the angry face I was expecting to see, Kim actually looked honestly curious. Confused, I babbled for a moment wondering why. I hated to admit it but I did find her cute. Kim and I had been together for so many years and while I loved Kim dearly, she lacked the pure female traits that every guy loved deep down inside. I told Kim that she was attractive but didn't hold much to her radiant beauty. Kim glanced in the direction of the girl and watched her for a second before the waitress disappeared around a corner before she looked back at me. "I think she's cute too. Maybe we should invite her over after dinner for some... fun." I blinked at her in disbelief. I knew that deep down inside Kim had a serious bi-curious side and even had a few relationships with some girls here or there, but every time I brought it up it was always shot down. I thought for a moment and realized that out of all of my suggestions, not any of them had been girls like the waitress, they had always been more like Kim. It never dawned upon me that maybe Kim liked big girls too! I blinked again and asked her if she was serious and just chuckled. "Well, maybe not tonight, but we should consider coming back here soon. Maybe you could get to know her and bring her home some night for us to play..." She gave me a devious grin that instantly created a tent in my pants. Shortly after that,` despite my best attempts to get Kim to come back to my place, I wound up home alone. Kim had work the next day and was working on a big project. Depressed and defeated I decided to try and keep my mind occupied. The biggest project I could be working on was of course my laundry. I dragged the baskets into my bedroom of my little apartment and started to fold and put away my laundry, my mind wondering to the earlier events of the day. I found myself fantasizing about having Kim and the curvy waitress in bed at the same time. The two opposite ends of femininity coming together with me in the middle of it all. I wished for it to happen some day soon when suddenly I felt something soft and silky in my hand. I glanced down at it and realized somehow I was holding a pair of pink silk panties! I blinked at them and remembered the laundry mat and realized I had found the color offender. I glanced down at the rest of my whites to see that they now also had a similar pink hue to them as the color must have run. I sighed at the problem and tossed the panties aside and proceeded to put the rest of my now pink underwear away. After I had finished everything, I decided to toss the panties in with the rest of my underwear figuring maybe I could have some fun with them later. I closed my dresser and decided to get an early start to bed, and maybe have a little self fun time before I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning wondering what the loud noise was that was ruining my perfect dreams and realized with crushing reality that it was my alarm clock going off, and I was now 10 minutes late. Cursing to myself I jumped out of bed and in and out of the shower. Tearing my towel off I reached into my underwear drawer and blinked at the color pink remember my laundry mishap the night before. Grumbling to myself I pulled out a pair of underwear and threw them on making a note to run to Wal-Mart and start buying new underwear lest anyone on the construction site see me and my pretty new underwear. I tossed on a pair of blue jeans and a work shirt and was out the door as fast as I could. I got to the site a few minutes late and was able to dodge the foreman until mid morning where I just pretended nothing was wrong. It was a brutally hot day outside, and I was spent all day doing heavy work and sweating up a storm. Finally 5:00 came around and I didn't hesitate long to make my way to my truck and start heading home. My clothing was soaked with sweat and everything felt like it was really tight and sticking to me. Especially my underwear! I got home soon enough and made my way to the bedroom. First thing I did was peel all of the clothing off and make my way to the bathroom for a well deserved hot shower. I took my time in the shower and got lost in the relaxing stream of hot water as I felt my body gradually relax. I ran the soap up and down my body and thought my skin felt softer for some reason. I just thought it was probably from all of the hot sun and sweat. I stepped out of the shower and made my way back to my bedroom where I didn't hesitate to call Kim and see if we could get together tonight and maybe go back to that restaurant. Kim answered her phone and gave me the unfortunate news that she had to stay and work really late on her project and really wasn't in the mood for driving out to see me after her long day at work. I sighed softly resigning myself to another lonely night and wished her the best of luck on her project before hanging up. I went and put on my boxer shorts and immediately noticed that they felt really weird. The fabric did feel kind of rough, and they seemed tighter than I remember. The waistband also seemed more stretched out as it barely clung to my waist. I grumbled about the crappy washing machines and dryers at the laundry mat and made a note to never go back there again. First my underwear and now my sleeping shorts. I watched TV for an hour or two before deciding on a little more fun time before bed. Things didn't go so well however. My little man didn't seem willing to stand up straight and tall and didn't seem to have his heart into it! Not to mention that the results were less than great. I put it up to dehydration and made sure to drink a lot of water before I went to sleep. I groaned softly and rolled over in my sleep still not feeling very well. I stumbled out of bed realizing that there was no way I was going to be able to stay in bed with my bladder this full. Maybe drinking all that water before I went to sleep wasn't the greatest Idea. I got up and stumbled to my bathroom feeling somewhat dizzy and having difficulty keeping my balance. I was so groggy it felt like my entire body was acting strange. I made my way into the bathroom and realized that my boxers were becoming really uncomfortable on me. It was like everything below the waistband was shrinking even as I was wearing them! They were already skin tight and they felt like they were only getting tighter! The really strange thing was that the elastic waistband seemed completely stretched out as it was hardly even touching me now at this point. I didn't think too much about it and just went to the bathroom before returning to bed naked to sleep away the rest of the night. The next morning I woke up again to the sound of my alarm going off. I immediately bolted upright and felt a pounding in my head. I groaned out loud and realized my voice sounded funny and my throat was a bit sore. My body felt really strange as well. Realizing I was late yet again I bolted out of bed and straight into the shower. My skin felt even worse today as it felt dried out and overly sensitive. Soap, towels even the shower felt uncomfortable on it. I didn't have much time to dwell on it ad I ran into my bedroom in a fury to get dressed and out the door. I ran to my dresser and tore open the top drawer and threw on yet another pair of pink underwear. Fortunately this pair seemed to actually fit me pretty well compared to yesterdays. I ran over to my laundry basket just planning on throwing in the same pants as yesterday to save time with the belt, keys, phone, wallet, etc however blinked in disbelief as yesterdays jeans were nowhere to be found. There was only a pair of pink panties (did I wear those yesterday by accident?) and even stranger there was a pair of pink pants sitting in there with them. I stopped and stared and wondered for only a moment before running back to my dresser and grabbing another pair of jeans to throw on. They fit a little strangely but I didn't have time to care as I bolted out the door pulling a T-shirt over my head. I got to the job site really late today; the foreman was standing by my post waiting for me. I apologized for being late and told him I wasn't feeling well and he nodded, looked me over and just told me he could tell. I worked hard all day long trying to clear my mind of the strange happenings as of late. My clothing still seemed to fit kind of weird all day, and my body just didn't feel right. I also noticed that it was really hard to think straight, and all the dirt and dust from work seemed to irritate my skin like you wouldn't believe! Before I knew it 5:00 had rolled around and I made my way home planning on just having a quiet evening to rest up and recover. The foreman stopped me at the end of my shift and told me to take the week off because apparently it looked like I needed it. I figured the project was way ahead of schedule and they could spare me for some time. I shrugged it off and sent Kim a text telling her that I wasn't feeling that great and would be crashing early tonight and I would call her tomorrow to maybe get together. I came home and peeled my clothing off and tossed it into the laundry basket with the pink panties and pants and made my way back into the shower. Kim had left some of her girly soap there so I tried that on my skin thinking I was developing an allergy to my current soap and immediately my skin felt better. I also toweled off using her terrycloth towel and noticed that it didn't irritate my skin like my regular towels. I noticed that my penis felt really small in the shower as I was cleaning it, and in fact... my hair wasn't as rough... actually come to think of it, maybe this soap allergy was causing me to lose my hair! I took off the towel and looked in the mirror and took a good look at what I saw. I was amazed at how terrible I looked! Firstly I had virtually no hair left on my body at all! And to boot it looked like parts of me were really swollen. My ass must have had a bad reaction as it now looked like it had swollen out and the swelling around it made me look like I had a cute little set of hips. My stomach appeared unchanged... maybe a little tighter? Or was that just because my ass was swollen? I noticed some serious swelling around my nipples too. They itched and felt funny. I made a note to throw away that soap and would just use Kim's for the time being until I could run out to the store. I lounged on my couch and watched some television but nothing caught my interest and after a fair sized frozen dinner and some junk food, I decided to crash and try and let my body rest. I figured it would be a good idea to sleep nude and let my skin breathe and not be irritated by any tight fitting clothing anywhere just in case that new detergent had anything to do with my sudden allergic reaction. All night long I had pleasant dreams of the beautiful curvy waitress at the restaurant. She had been really stuck in my mind over the last few days ever since I laid eyes on her. I had dreams about making love to her with Kim... and then strangely enough I had dreams about making love to her... AS Kim... then suddenly, Kim was making love to me... but it wasn't Me she was making love to. It was me stuck in the waitress's body!! It freaked me out for a second but the entire experience felt so erotic. Her firm strong hands were all over my soft curves, my large breasts bouncing around as we went through what seemed like the entire Kama-sutra of sex positions. I especially loved our 69 time in the dream. I fanatically ate her out, my tongue thrusting in and out of her hot juicy tight slit. I lapped and sucked harder and faster as I felt the same thing mirrored on me down there. It was such a wonderful experience to feel her tongue deep inside of me. It was so incredibly different! I moaned and panted slowly grinding up and down on her face feeling her tongue delve deeper and deeper inside of me. I licked harder and harder being driven mad by the lust she was creating in me. My passion rose farther and farther. I felt muscles inside me that I had never felt before suddenly start to tense up and my entire body tingle with an incredible energy when suddenly I heard a loud drawn out high pitched girly moan and felt an explosion of energy deep down inside of me. It was like my new vagina had just exploded with orgasmic force and its force spread throughout my entire body. I sat up in bed panting mildly from my dream not quite sure if the girlish scream had been real or not. I tried so hard to think but my mind felt even more clouded than ever. I waddled out of bed and my body felt terrible. My legs felt crampy, my stomach upset, my chest felt heavy, my throat sore and my mind really fuzzy. I stood in front of the toilet half blinded by the bathroom light and just relaxed to take a piss when I realized it was spraying everywhere. I reached down and tried to control myself but my penis seemed to be shrunken and pulled inside of me, or the skin around it was swollen or something. It also seemed insanely sensitive as when I reached down to grab it actually hurt a little! Aiming was nearly impossible so I just sat down on the toilet and let it all flow out. I hung my head as I sat there on the toilet and noticed my hair framing my vision. I ran my hand through it and realized I really needed to get it cut, and maybe use a nicer shampoo. I debated for a moment on calling a doctor but between not working this week and opting out of health insurance at work it didn't seem like a good idea. My skin felt better since I switched soaps and it did take a few days for me to get like this. Maybe I was just getting a cold or the flu from running myself so hard lately. This week of rest would do me good. I went back to bed without any further incident. Walking seemed kind of hard and I noticed that I felt almost drunk and foggy and quickly passed out again where I had nothing but more and more erotic dreams. All of them involved Kim which wasn't very unusual, but the strange thing was that all of them involved the curvy waitress and me seeing things through her eyes. In nearly every dream, I was her. I was always wearing something insanely sexy and very submissive too. As the dreams continued I wound up wearing stranger and stranger pieces of clothing. Some dreams I was just blindfolded and feeling and in others I was handcuffed to a bed. By the final dreams I was completely tied down and now wearing a locked collar around my neck. It felt so wonderfully submissive, so wonderfully feminine and erotic. I wanted to be the property of my lovely mistress Kim so badly and I felt so loved and important when I was. In the last dream I heard Kim's voice somewhere in the dark. I heard her calling a name. I heard her calling out the name "Emily." Her calls got louder and louder and they seemed to turn into erotic moans. I realized that Emily was the name that Mistress Kim had given me! Her moans grew more and more intense and I found my pleasure matching hers. I felt myself growing hornier and hornier and my lust building and building each time Kim moaned my name. I saw images of me in bondage, of me in a pretty dress, of us holding hands, of me servicing her as she was dressed in leather and latex, my lust mounted higher and higher with each Emily I heard mistress Kim moan. Just as Kim reached orgasm I saw myself dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress with a matching collar around my neck getting married to Kim and I realized as a giant orgasm washed over me again in my dreams that I was collared and sub servant in all of them. I took a deep breath in as I realized I was awake. I remembered the dreams I had the night before and smiled to myself. I felt a little confused and dazed but just shook them off as I felt like I was high. I climbed out of bed and made a note to replace those rough cotton sheets with some nice soft satin sheets. I went to the shower and used Kim's pink soap and just let my body run on auto pilot as my mind just felt euphoric. I got out of the shower and made my way to my dresser. I opened up the top drawer and blinked at what I saw. It appeared as though all of my underwear was... Pinker? Not just that, but instead of my typical briefs there was nothing but different panties! I scratched my head and brushed my long brown hair aside wondering when they all got there and if this was some sort of a prank when I opened the next drawer. Instead of my normal boring white socks this drawer was filled with BRA's? I looked down at my chest and tried to comprehend the fact that I had nicely sized breasts growing there and tried to remember if that was wrong or not. I looked at the bras and found a few pairs of cute girly patterned socks. I closed that drawer and opened the next one only to find somehow all of my pants had been replaced in the similar fashion as the rest of my dresser. This drawer was filled with nothing but tights and pantyhose! I dug around and found one pair of pink fuzzy pants but other than that, it seemed like nothing but different colors of tights. I sorted through them a little more and noticed the majority of them seemed to be pink. In fact most of the bras and socks were pink as well. I opened up my bottom drawer to find that it was still mostly shirts, but instead of generic T-shirts, there were cute girly T-shirts and other cute types of tops. I closed the drawer and stood up straight really trying to think. Wasn't I like a boy yesterday? Maybe I should ask Mistress Kim about this. But first I really should get dressed. I reached back into the top drawer and took out a pair of high rise pink panties and pulled them up around me. They fit perfectly around my large ass, wide hips and hugged my smooth crotch just right. Not to mention I looked really hot in them! Was I supposed to look this hot in them? Everything seemed so strange. I also grabbed a pair of pink socks with white ballet slippers on them and slid them over my feet. I noticed my feet seemed a lot smaller and wondered if my shoes would fit when I made my way over to the hamper to get the blue jeans I was wearing the other day. I didn't feel quite right wearing all this pink. Some part of me nagged at me that something wasn't right physically and mentally, and I had an urge to put on some boy colors at least. I made my way over to the floor where I had left them and saw them sitting on the floor in the middle of my bedroom. I picked them up and sniffed them but as soon as they brushed against my bra I noticed a pink spot on them. I watched in fascination as the pink spot slowly spread all over my blue jeans turning them pink. As it passed over the material the jeans seemed to also change Shape right in my hands. Before long instead of holding a boot cut pair of denim blue jeans I was holding a pink hipster pair of jeans. I was a little weirded out, but my brain was still foggy and couldn't quite register it. I put them on anyways and as I buttoned them realized how SKIN tight they were. I still felt really weird. I went over to the mirror in the closet and stopped before I even made it that far. I glanced in my closet and all my work boots and dress clothing had turned into women's shoes and Dresses! I wondered why my closet was so full of dresses when I realized that the skin around my legs seemed uncomfortable again... but only where the jeans had contact with my skin. I looked through all the pretty skirts and dresses trying to remember when I had purchased them when my eyes drifted down to the shoes laying on the floor. There was a wide variety of shoes on the floor, but all of them feminine. They ranged from flat sneakers to big platform boots. I quickly spotted a cute pair of pink and white platform sneakers that would go really well with the rest of this pink outfit. I bent over and picked them up and spotted myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me made me freeze. I saw this beautiful brown haired girl staring back at me. She had the body of a goddess! Her long brown hair still needed to be brushed and went past her shoulders. Her wide brown eyes made her look like she was in complete shock or surprise as her mouth was open a little bit showing off her cute pink lips. Her neck and shoulders were slender and she had curvy arms with small hands. Looking away from the mirror I looked down at MY curvy arm and my small cute hands before looking back at the beauty in the mirror. I noticed her large breasts seemed to strain the shirt and even showed the outline of her bra against the white T-shirt with the Pink capped sleeves she was wearing. The shirt was skin tights and showed off her waspy waist that flowed out into large hips. I couldn't help but turn to the side and check out my fantastic ass wrapped up so tightly in these pink pants. Long curvy legs continued down to cute little pink socks covering cute little feet. I blinked a few times in disbelief desperately trying to sort out my thoughts when suddenly my Pink Razr was ringing. I picked up the phone and heard a cute voice squeak out "Hello?" I blinked at the sound wondering if that was my voice. The voice on the other end sounded all too familiar. It was Kim and she sounded a little upset. "Where are you princess? You are going to be late again!" I looked at the clock on the wall and realized she was right. I had lost track of time Again! I apologized to her and promised to be there as soon as I could. I threw on the platform sneakers, ran a quick brush through my hair and grabbed my car keys before jumping into my VW bug and heading off to the restaurant we ate at the other night... This whole scene seemed vaguely familiar as I made my way to where an impatient Kim was sitting. I sat down across from her and, surprisingly enough, instead of irritation she gave me a naughty little smile. I felt very confused at her reaction as she took my hand and grinned at me. I thought I remembered being a boy yesterday... or was that just a really vivid dream? Was I her boyfriend or was I her girlfriend? It was still so hard to think. She looked at my outfit and seemed to take her time taking me in. "Princess! Are you wearing Jeans? Emily I'm surprised they aren't irritating your skin! You know how sensitive your skin is! You are a fragile little thing after all..." I now realized why my skin felt so uncomfortable against the rough denim. I looked at her slightly confused "Honey, you know if you wear anything but satin or silk your skin gets irritated! Then I have to be the one that puts moisturizer on you and listen to you whine about it. Buuut... while you do look very cute and femme in all your skirts and tights.. I must say... those pants do look fabulous on you." I immediately felt myself blush at the compliment and felt a wave of pleasure wash through me as I felt her slip my fingertip into her mouth and gently suck on it. I couldn't help but let out a girlish moan which only seemed to encourage Kim. She grinned at me before getting up to go to the bathroom. I watched her beautifully slim figure strut away. I knew she was waving her hips just to tease me because she knew I was looking. As I watched Kim turn the corner I found myself staring blankly at the seat across from me desperately trying to sort out the conflicting thoughts and feelings inside of me. Memories of manhood and previous lives were coming and going in and out of my mind like dreams or visions. I desperately tried to wrestle with this puzzle that my brain just didn't seem to comprehend when I suddenly felt a sense of d?j? vu as a drink was placed in front of me. I followed this cute hand with cute pink nails up a curvy arm to a well endowed waitress wearing a tight shirt... I looked up at her face and almost gasped out loud as the face starring back easily could have been my sister! She locked gaze with me and smiled as she saw the male side of me slowly drowning in the struggle against my new body. I was frozen in her eyes memories of my manhood coming and going before me and desperately trying to clear my head when she leaned in close and whispered in my hear. "Find a pair of panties lately?" She giggled and strolled away. Her words echoed in my mind over and over again seemingly numbing my mind. After a few moments of just listening to her words fade from my mind I resumed my mental struggle and realized that those silly dreams of me being a disgusting boy were just from me eating before going to bed. And I suddenly knew that I couldn't wait to move in with Mistress Kim and be her happy little lesbian toy forever. She and I were so in love and maybe someday we would finally be married. I just couldn't wait to go dress shopping and I knew just the perfect collar to wear. After a little while, Kim came back and we had a wonderful dinner together before going back to her place and having a fun filled night together. Epilog: A beautiful young brunette grunted as she hefted her laundry basket up to the table at the Laundromat. She was a very beautiful girl with long brown hair in a half pony tail, beautiful brown eyes, soft pink lips and an incredibly curvy body. She wore a brown shirt with the word "Princess" stretched across her well endowed chest, written in pink glittery script. Her shirt matched her ankle length brown skirt that had pink lace designs on it and she also wore pink and brown sneakers. If one were to be lucky enough to catch a glimpse up her skirt at her curvy legs, they would notice her lovely legs encased in brown silk tights. She seemed upset and was on a Pink Razr talking to someone about her broken washing machine as she loaded countless articles of pink clothing into a washer. She started the washer and ignored the Laundry Theatre to speak on her phone instead. As she sat there on the phone, the casual observer might notice her gently rubbing her legs together in an unconscious habit. When the washer had finished, the distracted girl unloaded the washer and brought all of her belongings over to a dryer and sat there on her cell phone continuing her conversation. Unknown to her, not all of her clothing was drying.... One lone pair of pink panties didn't make it to the dryer... Who knows what will happen next time on Laundry Theatre??? Thank you very much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to leave feedback if you liked it, or suggestions for what you would like to see if I do Laundry Theatre 2!!