Erica continues protesting and get's punished.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2105750 on 02-17-16 - 6:53pm

Erica found herself wondering how she could possibly go ten days in just the clothes she had on?! Not only would they fall apart from the constant use, but she liked to wear different things! "Mom! I can't wear just this for ten days straight! They'll be in tatters by the end of the vacation!"

Mom turned to face her daughter and Erica could see she was annoyed. "Young lady, your Father and I did our hardest to include you on this trip. You should be grateful for the clothes you have! Some immigrants don't even that much. I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this."

"A big deal? This is all I have to wear! How can I show myself when I want to change for something, and I'm still wearing the same outfit?" Erica demanded. She was met with silence and she realized she should have kept her big mouth shut. Obviously, she felt it justified to have access to clothes and it was a big deal to her, but it would not be worth whatever was coming. Nobody ever wanted to get on her bad side.

The silence stretched on, an uncomfortable waiting game as her mom seemed to be thinking of what to say/do. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. "Give me your shirt Erica."

"What?!" Erica couldn't believe what she heard her mom say.

"I said, give me your shirt," her mom repeated. "If you're so concerned about your clothes, you can feel what it's like for the poor immigrants who had less than you could even imagine. Now give it here."

Hoping that the demand was symbolic or just some trick to teach her daughter a lesson, Erica began to slip her shirt from her body, right there in the crowded gate to their plane. Surely she would get her shirt back quickly, once her mom had proven her point. She blushed deeply as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts since she had not planned ahead for the sudden change in circumstances and her not having put on a bra that morning. She wrapped one arm about her breasts, trying to hide them as she held her shirt out to her mom with the other.

As her mom grabbed the shirt, Erica realized how serious she was as it was stuffed into a bag and then zipped up. She then noticed her daughter's attire, or lack thereof. "Honestly Erica, is there a reason you aren't wearing a bra? We bought them for you for a reason." She didn't answer the question as she joined her family in the seats available for passengers in the gate. "Well, you'll just have to deal with it for now."

They started to wait for their plane to board, the youngest hugging herself tightly to hide the fact as best she could that she was topless.

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