Her clothes are not there!

Emily scrambles through her room, but every drawer is empty. She throws open her closet, but it’s empty too? What is going on? She just wants to wear something…

After searching every inch of her room over and over, Emily rushes back out to the living room, where her parents are. “Where the hell are my clothes?” Emily yells.

Her mother frowns. “Stop yelling Emily. And your clothes are gone.”

Emily takes a step back. “G-gone? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means we threw them out.”

Emily’s body is shaking with embarrassment and anger. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Her mother stands up and sighs. “I forgot to mention this, but we want you to become a nudist. For the business.”

Emily’s eyes go wide. “A fucking nudist? What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want to do that!”

Her mother’s voice is frustratingly calm. “We figure it’s a great way to drum up more business. Rather than spending money on expensive advertisements, we can use you! Ashley has been really getting into her art lately, and we figured that instead of clothes, you can wear body paint, covered in advertisements for our car wash!”

Emily stammers. “B-body paint? But that’s not the same as clothes! Why can’t I just wear clothes with our logo or something?”

“Because that won’t draw attention. We want people to go, ‘wow look at that hot naked girl, I wanna see more of that.’”

Emily blushes severely. “This is nuts! You can’t make me do this! I won’t!”

Her mother takes a deep breath, calming herself, before saying. “Emily you have to. Don’t you want to go to college and have a better life? This is the best way.”

Emily wants to yell back, but she knows her mother won’t listen. She’s basically being **** to do whatever her mother asks, and she’s powerless to stop her. Emily wants to cry, but instead just sighs… “Fine…I guess I don’t have a choice…”

Her mother claps her hands. “Oh thank you Emily! This will be great!” she calls Ashley down to the living room. “Ok, girls. First thing tomorrow morning, I want Ashley to paint Emily. We’ve worked on a few designs, but I’ll let you choose what to do, Ashley. Isn’t this fun?”

Ashley smiles. “So fun.”

Emily does not respond.

“Alright then girls, get to bed. Early morning tomorrow, but it’s a big day!”

Emily trudged up to her room, and climbs under her covers. What the hell has happened to her life? She feels so out of control, and her crazy mother keeps concocting stupid schemes basically forcing Emily to become some weird exhibitionist slut!

Finally warmed under her covers, feeling truly safe for the first time today, Emily drifts off to sleep…