Let's see Jean's side of the story first

Although she and Rocky Donovan had gotten away from the cops with nothing more than a few scratches, Jean Gasman was eventually caught red-handed with a single barrel of bath salts that they were huffing in the midst of sex they've been having ever since they got back to her house. She tried to resist arrest, but it all proved fruitless thanks to a taser and now sat in an interrogation room hours later. As she pondered over what happened to Rocky, Dr. Beatrice Gordon strolled in with a file much like what she did with a certain other young lady earlier.

"Jean Parker Gasman. Age: 21, birthday: October 7th, hair color: red, eye color: green." Beatrice recited off the file as she sat down. "Breast size: 32B, waist: 30, hips: 29. Stands 5 feet, 4 inches, weighs 142 pounds. Brought here for the crime of tranportation of black market purchased bath salts."

"Okay, those salts were mine but I was just trying to relax!" Jean pleaded. "Besides, how did you manage to find me?"

"We found your Real ID in your vehicle after we apprehended one miss Rhonda Bonney earlier today." Beatrice answered presenting the ID to Jean.

"Fuck, so that's where it was." Jean groaned in realization. "But that leaves me one question, where's Rocky? Can I just say goodbye to him before I get thrown in jail or something?"

"Oh no Miss Gasman, you won't be given a prison sentence." Dr. Gordon stated. "You'll instead be given a special punishment by the government where you shall be relieved of all garments as a form of parole."

Jean said nothing for about a minute, taking this moment to realize what the doctor just said, and then finally said "What?"

"You remind quite a bit of Miss Bonney." Beatrice smiled sexily. "She was also **** to accept her punishment but decided to go through with it. If you're ready, follow me."

"Can I at least make one last text message before I have to be naked forever?" Jean nervously asked. The doctor replied "You have one minute." before she left the room.

Now that she was alone, Jean took to her phone to vent her frustrations through texting when she found a series of them from Rhonda that were sent a while ago. Opening them, she found that bitch naked with the doctor in a variety of sexy poses and one message at the bottom. "Made a new friend, all thanks to you slut."

"Funny you should mention that bitch." Jean texted back as angrily as she could make it out to be. "I'm now no longer allowed to wear clothes because I left my ID in the car!"

"Okay, minute's up." the doctor announced peering through the door to Jean's new life. With an angry huff, the salt-snorting girl stashed her phone back in her pocket and marched her way out.