Pressure her more

Using your mind powers, you read her thought of some of her bad fears. Ones that don't break her to ****, no, but one that could make her do your bidding.

"Strip." You one again command, "f...f..F%!^ you and your smoke and mirrors!" She shouts in defiance.

You shrink the walls to closet size her legs pushing up against the white wall, her sweating back up against the pipe, slowly sliding as she squeezes against her duffelbag and other bag.

"Mmmfff....." she squeaks as she crawls up into the corner, "yer no good!", "lousy!", "sheesh, couldn't do something simple! Like live up to your family name!" , "I GUESS YOU REALLY ARE JUST ONE OF THE GIRLS." shouts and moans several voices of her brothers and father (pretty sexist but it got the job done) "pp..please... I'm just as good as any of you!" She shouts as more sweat gathers around her exposing some of her breast, and a more noticable puddle dripping from her shorts, and crawled up into a corner like a fetus.

And now for the final blow "Strip." You command, and she complies.

"Ok! Ok! Ok! J-just take the visions away! P-please...please?" She says fearfully, slinking back upwards as like a weak old man getting to his cane, she begins.

1st she removes her soaking soccer shirt, revealing a lacy purple bra. She then begins to remove her soccer shorts revealing matching tie on bikini panties.

"Hahahaha!, what were you gonna do with those?!" You mock, "i-i...i was gonna go to Brandon Shellings party, i..it was public and my friends all told me to go every year...and this year i-i finally got the c-courage!"

"P-please are the scary monsters gone?!" She asks fearfully, like a child

"Only...1 remains...." you smirk