Stranded (private for me and LostControl)
 

Maxwell Young was a very normal boy, never really hurt anyone or was that popular, but one night he got a letter in the mail about a party at a friends house he knew, little did he know he wasn't actually going to be attending a party. He was just waking up and noticed that something was different about the room he was in, it smelled like ocean and there was a warm breeze blowing past him, and he was laying next to someone because he could hear their breathing, he was tired and didn't really feel like getting up and investigating so he layed there and eventually fell back to sleep.

Alexandra Marionette had always been the party type. She was a red head, raised and spoiled by her mother after her father had left. She was prissy, unwilling to do most anything that would require her to break a fingernail. Though there were of course exceptions to every rule, boys, drinking, and fun times in the bedroom being those for this rule or so the public gossip said. Though as much as people thought about her, she had never actually been in bed with a boy much less had one in her bedroom. She didn't drink and boys chased her not the other ways around. She was on the shorter side, a mere 5' 6" on a good day. The last thing she had remembered was arriving at the party and suddenly everything went dark. Now she was waking up, a sheet sprawled over her naked body. Her eyes flickered open and she saw a sleeping face staring towards her. It was male. This wasn't her bed. She didn't even know who this was. Her mouth opened, lip quivering before she let out a loud shriek, rolling out of the bed in terror. "Who are you?!" she yelled, ducking behind a curtain to cover her body. "And where the hell am I?!"

Max shot yo when he heard the shriek and rolled off the other side yelling. "What what happened where is he I'll get hi...." He notices Alexandra in the corner and that she and he are both naked and ducks behind the bed. "I could ask you the same thing."

"S...so you don't know where we are?" Alexandra asked rather unhappily. "And I don't know where we are." she mentioned thinking out loud and coming to the final conclusion that they were definitely going to be having a problem. "D....did you take my clothes off? and put me in that bed?" Alex questioned as her head poked out from behind the curtain.

"Why would I do that?" Max had to admit he knew the face of the girl, she was Alexandra Marionette, a girl whom he had fallen for hard, but he never had the courage to talk to her. "I would never disrespect a girl like that." Max says. "But where are we?"

Alex gave a little sigh of relief, glad that if she had to wake up next to some random person it at least wasn't with a douche. "W...well thanks for that." she said staying behind her curtain. "Um I actually don't know that." she shrugged, still not knowing quite who he was though he seemed familiar. "Um do I know you?" she asked, turning around in her curtain to look at the window. "Don't look at my ass. Or I'll kill you." she said turning towards him and then back to the window. "I don't know. It's too dark to tell where we are. Must be night or something."

Max came up and after she had said that he had accidentally looked at her ass and blushed but looked away. "Well I know one thing, I gotta use the restroom, he opens the door and enters a dark living room and goes through where a few hanging lamps were and made it to the restroom.

"Okay okay. But then get back here so we can figure out just what the hell is going on!" she said, stamping her foot like spoiled brat. As soon as Max was gone, Alexandra moved over to the bed and grabbed the sheet, functioning a make-shift toga out of it before heading towards the dresser to look into it. "Male, male, male, male, Well finally something pink." she sighed, pulling out the shirt only to reveal just what it was. The pink shirt had some babyish font scrawled on it in something to the effect of 'Baby girl.' "Sighing, Alexandra figured that it was better than nothing and pulled it over her top. "Stupid." she grumbled as it came to fit snugly on her body, giving a peek of her breasts to anyone who wanted one. "Now for pants." she mumbled having the bedspread around her waist.

Max noticed that the bathroom was kind of odd, the toilet seat was metal and it appeared to even have some on the rim also. He only had to pee so he went to the bathroom and came back into the bedroom using a towel from the bathroom as a loincloth.

"Oh hey." she called, throwing a shirt and some boxers towards his head. "I found clothes." she said as she continued to find some more grown up clothes. Alex watched Max take notice of his shirt and just began to stare down the man. "Don't even mention it." she growled, digging through what seemed to be her drawer. "I can't find anything but like some little girl panties. I don't want barbie on my ass!" she growled throwing another pair out to land with the others on the bed. "How come you get actual clothes?!" she whined.