One morning, I wandered into the kitchen for breakfast and poured myself a bowl of cereal, then sat at the table. As usual, my roommate was already there, eating toast and orange juice and engrossed in a textbook, oblivious to my presence. I wished I'd gotten juice too, but didn't feel like going to the effort of getting it and just dug into my cereal.

It wasn't long before his sister wandered in, with messy hair and sleepy eyes. I glanced at her and noticed she was wearing her usual morning attire: a nightshirt and panties, and nothing else. It startled me at first that she'd walk around the apartment like that, but I quickly ignored it; my family was always pretty relaxed about that sort of thing too, after all. Still, I wasn't family. I noticed that her panties today were white with a little blue ribbon on the front, then directed my inappropriate attention to my cereal.

After a couple minutes, she perched herself in the chair across from me, drew her knees up to her chest, and began nibbling on some frozen waffles without much enthusiasm. I finished my cereal, tossed it in the sink, then looked at my watch.

"Hey Bill, time to go."

My roommate nodded, closed his book, and carefully put his dishes in the sink, then gathered up his things and left. I went back to my room, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door.

His sister was still nibbling at her waffles. I frowned and glanced at my watch again. Then I struggled to remember her name for a few seconds.

"Hey, uh, Sara, don't want to be late for the bus."

She nodded and continued nibbling. I waited around a little longer, then decided I had to go if I didn't want to be late for my first class. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been the last to leave the apartment, she had her own key, and if she was late for the bus that wasn't my problem. Besides, it was only a ten minute walk to her school anyway. It was a small town, and almost everything was in walking distance, which saved on gas.

I slipped my backpack on, locked up, and headed off for class.

By lunchtime, I decided I was just going to skip my one afternoon class for the day. It wasn't a habit I wanted to start, but I just couldn't must the motivation to sit through another monotone lecture. Universities should never hire a tone-deaf professor, I don't care what his credentials are.

So I left the cafeteria and walked the block back to the apartment and let myself in. I noted a half-eaten waffle remaining at the table with mild annoyance, but kids will be kids and she probably had to rush for the bus, so I let it slide. I tossed my backpack on my bed, shut the door to my room, and checked myself out in the mirror.

I was pretty skinny and had no upper body strength, so I'd decided to start working out. Partly it was so I could avoid the legendary Freshmen Fifteen, but mostly I was just hoping to attract some girls. I'd never had a girlfriend in high school, being the skinny nerdy type, so I was going to start working out to change that.

After doing a bunch of situps, pushups, jumping jacks, some bicep curls, and a grand total of one chin up (and I don't think it counts if you sort of hop to get started) on a chin up bar I installed in the closet door, I'd worked up a decent sweat and needed a shower. So I set out some clean clothes on my bed, stripped naked, and stepped out to go to the bathroom.

Oh shit.

My roommates little sister was frozen in mid-stride in the hallway, probably as surprised to see me home at this time as I was to see her. Did she skip school too? Probably, she was still in her night shirt and panties.

Then her eyes went down and I remember that I was standing stark naked in front of an 11 year old girl. Like I said, my family was always pretty relaxed about the dress code and they'd seen me walk to and from the shower naked countless times, but c'mon. Not the same thing, dude.