Stephanie gets ready for the day.

“Fuck, I hate this!”

Stephanie throws a pile of socks and stockings into her suitcase and flops down to the ground, tired from hours of packing bags. It is seven in the morning - on a Saturday, too. She is normally asleep at this time of the day, and her mind is not fully awake yet. Not willing to move another inch, she glares at the suitcase and lets out a sigh. Why does her mom have to be so inconsiderate? She could have told her earlier about this and give her a little more time to get things ready. Instead, she chose to call at 3 in the morning and demand her daughter to get back home immediately.

Just as Stephanie starts packing her clothes, she gets another phone call from her mom. Letting out a deep sigh, Stephanie clumsily walks up to the vanity table and grabs her phone from the charger. She is still in her pajamas that consist of a thin, white tank top and comfy pants. Without the thick breast and butt pads that she uses to hide her childish body, Stephanie looks very different from her “normal” self. Her tiny, almost non-existent tits are pressed against the white garment of the tank top, perky nipples clearly visible underneath.

“Stephanie, come down with your suitcase. We’re here.”

“What?! You said 10 o’clock! It’s not even seven yet!”

“Well, I guess I overestimated the traffic jam. I thought we’d get here by ten.”

“I don’t have my bags ready yet!”

“It’s alright, I’ll have my assistant get your things later. For now, just grab whatever you have ready and come down.”

“B-but... I can’t! I... I can’t go out like this! I’m in my pajamas, mom!”

“Listen, young lady. Your father and I are parking at the side of the road, and we can’t stay here forever. The cops can come and get us a ticket any time.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m giving you one minute until I go get you myself.”

One minute?! Is she actually crazy?

Stephanie stares at her phone in horror for a few seconds until she snaps out of it and hastily reaches for her makeup box. Her reflection in the mirror looks horrible without layers of makeup, padded underwear, and fancy clothes from fake luxury brands. With only one minute in hand, she doesn’t know what to do. Her hands nervously reach for the makeup box, padded bra, and back to the makeup box as a wave of panic washes over her.

Suddenly, Stephanie hears someone coming upstairs. It must be her mother.