She can't really go to school naked, can she?

Cici still remembered the words she'd spoken to her mother when she'd rolled out of bed that morning. She'd been ready to dismiss the entire discussion they'd had the previous night as nothing more than a really weird dream, but when her mother burst into her room insisting she strip before leaving the house she knew that, strange as it might be, all of this was her new reality. Well, reality or not, Cici wasn't going to give up without a fight! She'd squared up to her mother and told her in no uncertain terms that there was absolutely NO WAY she was leaving the house today with no clothes on!

Well, that was about a half hour ago. Now Cici was sitting in the passenger seat of her mom's car, curled up into a tight little ball with her knees under her chin. She was totally naked of course. Her mother, it would seem, was a little more difficult to resist than she'd anticipated...

"This is so fucked up, mom..." Cici muttered as the car rolled on.

It was a dark and dreary day and rain was trickling down the car windows providing some level of protection from prying eyes as they drove. Still, Cici had never felt so exposed in all of her life! She spared a sideways glance at her mother, who was grinning like that cat who had caught the canary.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Her mother said, answering her unspoken ire. "You brought this on yourself you know. Trust me, when you're older, you'll thank me for doing this, you'll see."

"I highly doubt that, mom." Cici replied. "And anyway, this is never going to work. I don't care what you say, there is no way they're going to let me go to school like this! They'll probably call child protective services on you the minute we get there..."

"Honey, you're 18 years old. You're not a child. Nice try though."

"Well, I'm sure SOMETHING about this is illegal! You can't just strip someone naked and **** them to go to school! That's crazy!"

"Mmhmm... well, we shall see..."

The two sat in silence for the remainder of the ride, Cici's mom keeping her eyes on the slippery road while Cici herself sat beside her, stewing in her own juices. This was crazy! She couldn't be serious! She was probably just trying to scare her. The minute they pulled up in front of the school, she'd make one last show of forcing Cici out of the car before finally caving and giving her something to wear. Yeah, that must be it. No way could she go through with something like this. It's all just a scare tactic! Well, if it was, it was working!

When they finally pulled up to the school, Cici turned her head and looked at her mom, her face a mask of thin hope holding back a wave of overwhelming dread. Well, this was the moment of truth. Without saying a word, Cici's mom shut the engine down and stepped out of the car, taking the keys with her. Cici's eyes followed her as she walked around the car to the passenger side where she met... Miss Adams!?

Miss Adams was one of the school counselors. Had Cici's mom actually gone ahead and talked to her about this? From the way they were talking, Miss Adams didn't seem surprised or disturbed. Was it possible her mom wasn't bluffing about this? Cici tried to pay attention to the exchange taking place, but unfortunately she couldn't make out a word. When their discussion was concluded, Cici's mom began walking back to the car where she unceremoniously whipped the door open, revealing a completely naked Cici to her least favorite school counselor (not that she liked any of them anyway.)

"MOM!MOM!MOM!MOM! WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY!?" Cici blurted out, hugging her legs tight to her chest and doing.

"Don't play dumb." Her mother replied. "You know very well why. We've discussed it at length. Do you see what I have to put up with?"

Cici watched as Miss Adams approached the car. The fact that she was maintaining her cool and not freaking out was the scariest thing Cici had seen all day. Could it be? Could everything her mom had said the night before actually be true?!

"Tell her Miss Adams! Tell her I can't go to school with no clothes on! Tell her that's, like, a violation of the school dress code or something! Come on, tell her!"