Bonnie does it properly

Bonnie listened to the house's instructions, her cheeks growing hot with anger as the teasing voice methodically explained exactly what she had to do. She protested, of course, but it was no use. Finally, she got down on her knees, parted her legs, put her hands on her head and said in a loud clear voice, "I'm Bonnie Driscoll, and I'm a scared little girl!"

"Go on!"

"I'm running around in my underwear, and I'm really scared that people are going to catch me! Eek! Don't look!"

"That eek could be a little more convincing."

Bonnie gritted her teeth. "Fine," she said, coldly, and summoned up all her acting ability. "EEEK! NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

"That'll do nicely," said the house, and Bonnie's stomach dropped as she heard the chime of a PA system. "Attention, please. This message is being broadcast housewide."

"Wait, don't..."

The lines she'd just spoken, faithfully recorded. "I'm Bonnie Driscoll, and I'm a scared little girl! I'm running around in my underwear, and I'm really scared that people are going to catch me! EEK! NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

Then, piped into the furniture room, the voices and laughter of dozens of other people, all scattered around the house. Bonnie recognised, with the sinking feeling the voice of Trixie Washington, from her English class.

"Oh my god. That's Bonnie Driscoll. Did she really just say that?"

Followed by Hank whatshisname from the football team, the one she'd beaten in an arm-wrestling contest in front of the cheerleaders.

"Dude! Bonnie in her underwear! I gotta see this!"

And more voices, some perplexed, some amused, some she recognised and some she didn't, laughing and questioning and cheering and declared their intent to track Bonnie down and get a good look. The redheaded tomboy gritted her teeth. Somebody was going to have to pay for this!

"You know," said the house, thoughtfully, "I could make you do more stuff."