Arriving at Aunt Andrea's house

Mary sighed as she was driven to her aunt's house by a CO and had a feeling of dread. She was lucky the jail let her keep her padding and take them home with her so nobody would know about her little secrets. She was constantly made fun of in the jail as people called her mini mouse Mary and other embarrassing nicknames. But the past was the past. Mary was ready to move on after a year in jail.

"Here we are. Go on and get out now. I don't leave until someone answers the door," the officer said. "It's either that or the streets."

Mary sighed as she got out of the car and made her way to the front door. She blushed as she rang the doorbell. She didn't have much on her. Mostly just the clothes she was currently wearing. Aunt Andrea had been informed of Mary coming to her house and was ready. She opened the door wearing a tight dress that kept her figure shaped. "Hello officer, thank you for dropping my niece off. Don't worry, I'll make sure she never does anything again."

Mary gulped she wasn't too concerned though. She was 20 years old, not a little kid anymore. And there wasn't anything her aunt could do about that. Nothing.

"Dear niece, please come inside. We'll have a discussion about how things are going to work around here," Aunt Andrea said. "Go to your room, I just have to talk to this nice officer for a moment."

Mary sighed as she headed up the stairs. She wondered where she'd be staying. She saw a room at the end of the hall. And when she entered it, her jaw dropped.