They're going out

Dragged downstairs by her mother, Abbey could only imagine what kind of surprise they had in store for her. She highly doubted it was going to be something she enjoyed, but what could she do at the moment? She had momentarily considered telling them that the deal was off and that she would take her chances against their accusations, but now she was having second thoughts. They could not only ruin her life, but her bright future as well. That was not something she could let happen. No matter what happened she decided to just follow along and do as they told her.

Emerging into the living room she found the rest of the family gathering their things as if to go somewhere. "What'th going on? Are you guyth going thomewhere?" she asked the lisp her new tongue piecing had given her making her die a little inside.

Upon seeing Abbey dressed in clothes from her childhood, the family each reacted somewhat differently. Her aunt Shiela said, "Awwww, doesn't she look cute, reminds me of when she was younger, running around climbing trees and saying 'boys are icky'". Her cousin Maggie once again broke down in a fit of giggles knowing that this time Abbey didn't dare do anything to her in return. Her mother Deborah had already seen how Abbey was dressed, but when her sister and niece reacted, she couldn't remain quiet. "Yeah, not quite the world conquering fashionista now is she, more an overgrown brat."

Her cheeks bright red from this most recent humiliation, Abbey didn't notice right away that her sister was missing. It wasn't until her mother called for Sara that she realized they weren't all there. Her sister replied that she was coming and a moment later emerged from the kitchen looking like a million dollars in Abbey's cast off tailored silk pantsuit, sharp blouse and expensive heels. With her hair brushed out and wearing makeup her sister no longer looked like Pippy Longstocking, she looked like a young sophisticate with excellent taste and a model's figure. She turned this way and that showing off for the rest of the family who told her how good she looked and as much as Abbey hated to admit it, Sara actually looked better in her clothes than she did. Dressed like a little tomboy in denim shortalls and scuffed up sneakers next to her elegant and clearly more shapely younger sister made Abbey feel even smaller and pathetic than she already did.

"Why are you wearing my clotheth, Thara?" Abbey couldn't help but ask and immediately regretted having done so.

"Well Abbey," Sara replied turning to face her sister, "If you recall you are being punished for being a selfish thoughtless bitch. You have to do everything we say and I say, you need to learn how to share. You weren't wearing them anyway, you tossed them on the ground like a huffy little brat. Besides don't you think I look great in them?"

Abbey couldn't believe this. Sara had managed to manipulate everything and everyone so that Abbey was the one who looked horrible even though it was she herself who had been stripped naked, been spanked, had her hair cut, shaved, pierced, **** to wear clothes that made her look like an overgrown street urchin. It would be a cold day in hell before she gave her sister a compliment for wearing her pricey clothes without her permission.

"Well whatever," Sara didn't seem to care, "Is everyone ready to go?"

"Go where? I'm not going anywhere dreththed like thith!" Abbey sputtered and would have run back upstairs if her mother wasn't holding firmly onto her wrist.

"Sure you are, you have do EVERYTHING we say, and we say your coming with us," Sara reminded her with a smile as she led the family, Abbey included out the door.