Lose the onesie

“W-WHAT?!” Both Nora and Molly shouted at Ambers idea.

“N-no way! I couldn’t possibly do that!” Nora said. The shock had made her fall back onto her rear, holding herself up with her arms. Her face was redder than Amber’s panties now.

“I really don’t see how this could be hard. We’ve already seen you naked, and we’ve seen you masturbate, AND we helped you remove those toys from your-”

“Don’t say it!” Nora said, closing her eyes and covering her ears with her hands.

“C-come on Amber. Y-you can’t seriously be expecting Nora to do that? Can you?” Molly said. She was beginning to feel a bit warmer than before, and her body was unconsciously reacting to the image of Nora stripping herself in front of them.

“Yes. I am. And I’m serious Nora. If you can’t even take off your onesie in front of your two best friends, two people who love you and just want the best for you, then you’ll never be able to get out from under Connie’s hold.” Amber said. She was genuinely concerned for Nora. This girl needed help. And damn it if Amber wasn’t gonna be the one to do it then nobody would.

Nora continued to just sit still on the floor, unblinkingly staring at herself. In a way Amber was right. There wasn’t any reason to be worried about either of them seeing her undressed. They wouldn’t make fun of her or belittle her. But that wasn’t the problem. Nora was scared that she would end up feeling like that again.