Make her donate her clothes.

"You can drop these off at the good-will with your father or you can sleep outside!" mother yelled. "Mom, be realistic, I can't go out naked!" I would have been in tears if I truly grasped the severity of the punishment. "It's always can't with you! Can't complete school, can't hold a job! You can and you will! You're lucky you are pretty, because you offer nothing else to society. Your naked ass is going out, donating your own clothing, and showing off the only part of you that isn't below average until someone takes pity on you and provides your sorry ass a job!" I couldn't rebuke that. It hurt too deep. I hurt worse than being stripped and humiliated. "Don't come back until you've got a damn job." My mothers rant was punctuated with her exit, slamming my door. My dad said, "come on", and I silently followed him. He carried a box, and I carried a trash bag full of my own clothes. The feeling of following my father in the nude through the shared areas of the house was the most surreal experience I have ever experienced. The door opened, Light hit my skin. I didn't cover up when the neighbors looked on in shock. I felt less than human. I just stood patiently by the car door waiting for my father to unlock the door. I paid no mind the the neighborhood teen recording me on his phone. Dad payed him to mow the yard every week, and his unsubtle glances at my bedroom window left me little doubt that I was fulfilling his fantasy. Look all you want kid. My privates are public, and I guess its good someone is having a good day. The door of dads SUV popped knocking me out of my stupor. I opened the door and slid onto the painfully warm vinyl. Dad was already in the car. I was probably only exposed in the driveway for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Gaps in the blinds suspiciously snapped shut once I shut the door and ended the show. I assume my brother and sister were to blame. What did they think of their older sister being led like cattle to the slaughterhouse? It was hard to keep clothes on those two when they were younger. It wouldn't even be a punishment. I'm the modest one. The engine started, and I flinched as I became ware I was being carried away from safety, naked and humiliated. When dad stopped the car at the end of the driveway and lowered the windows I let out an audible yelp. The lawn kid was now right at my window. My dad told him to come by later to mow, but the kid was much more interested in my body than what dad was saying. He just said, "yes sir" while never taking his eyes off of my sloppily hand covered body. Finally he managed to shakily ask, "Why is Tammy naked, sir?" Jesus, I think he was more nervous than I was. "Tammy will not be wearing clothes until she can afford her own. Maybe you can show her how to do some yard work." "I'd love to," he said. I didn't doubt his sincerity. "Thanks", I mumbled as dad rolled up the windows and drove us towards our destination.