The girl arguing with her dad

Well, you were just going to that section of the department store anyway. The girl looks about your age, wearing a full black outfit complete with stockings, black-red dyed hair and quite a use of eyeliner. She seems to be going for the tough goth look, but not too goth.

You hear her angry grunts as she storms away from a man, who is probably her father, as you approach them.

"Rough relationship?" you say.

The man notices you, and from the look in his eyes you know he recognizes you. "Yeah," he says, scratching the back of his head. "Just... my daughter."

"Yeah?" You prompt him to go on.

"Well, her mother died when she was five, it's just me and her. She's 18 now, and I just - she's changed."

"Doesn't talk to you anymore?"

"Yes, that's it. It's like there's a wall between us. I want to communicate with her, what she wants, what she doesn't want, but she's just closed off. Anyway, I shouldn't be telling you all this."

"No, no," you say. "I can help."

The man looks curious.

"What's her name?"

"Cassie."

"Cassie!" You yell. She looks up from her phone, and you realize she would actually be very cute if it weren't for her intimidating make up. The anxiety instantly enters her eyes when she realizes who you are. You mention for her to come to you, and she looks around before doing so.

"Y- yeah?" she says. Her voice is slightly deep, and raspy.

"Having problems with your dad?"

"That's none of your business," she says. You feel taken aback for a moment, because it really was none of your business, and here you are, speaking to a girl about your age as if you were on the same level as her dad. But you are the Clothing Controller, though. All girls' business is your business.

"I understand, you need your privacy," you say, as you pick a white blouse from a hanger, one just like a schoolgirl's uniform. She stands as still as a stick.

"What do you know?" she says, but unable to look you in the eye.

"Look at me," you say. She does, as you press the blouse to her body to check the sizing. Too big. You pick one size smaller.

"Well, maybe you've put too many walls up," you say. "Get yourself topless and wear this."

She is now able to look at you, and undresses with a glare of pure rage. Her black top is thrown onto the floor, and soon her bra. "Dad! Stop looking!"

Her dad has a jolt and turns away. People in the mall are starting to realize, and a few chuckle before going about their day.

You sweep her hair away from her breasts and place them behind her shoulder as she puts on the undersized blouse. "Who the fuck do you think you are? A relationship counselor? Get off your fucking high horse already," she says. You stop her from completing the top few buttons, leaving her cleavage in full view, and the rest with ample strain from her bust. The hem of the blouse can barely reach the band of her jeans.

"Well, I have a few ideas," you say. It doesn't take long to find a small white skirt with fun red polka-dots. "Now, bottomless except this."

"Ugh!" she groans, and snatches it. She looks full of contempt but she's crying now, her tears leaving a trail of mascara. "What do you want to do? Apologize to my dad?"

You catch her dad peeking as she pulls her panties down her beautiful legs. "Dad, I swear!" she screams, but it only brings more attention to her. "Sorry," her dad says. He'd better get used to it.

"You could start by being nicer," you say. But you don't agree with what you said either, thinking back to your own relationship with your parents. But nevermind that.

When she is done, she's like night and day. Her black boots and hair are dark and menacing, while her suffocating top and playful dress make her look like a kid excited to visit the circus.

"This is the only outfit you can wear for six months," you say.

"What!" she screams, and tries to fight you but you catch her flailing arms. In the end she just cries.

"Find a cute pair of shoes and -" you turn to her dad - "do you know how to tie twin-tails?" You spot two nearby women with hairbands and request it from them. They happily oblige. "Well, do it."

"Okay, but sir," her dad says, and you feel weird when this 40-year-old is calling you 'sir', "isn't this a little too much? She hasn't been the best, but surely she's not that bad?"

You know he says this straight with the pure fatherly care of a loving dad, because he's standing behind his daughter and tying her hair, while her gorgeous body stands awkwardly just a few inches away from him. He must be able to see her full cleavage, and one swipe of a finger would reveal her bare ass. And there's a perfectly good reason for her to stay like this, at home and everywhere. Few would want to_ _see this less.

Cassie had better recognize what her dad is giving up by being on her side!

Of course, you weren't lying when you said you wanted to help their relationship. But first, you tell them to wait a moment, while you search for the last two items to complete the outfit.

You return with a white shoes, and a pacifier. Cassie was already sitting on a bench with her hair cutely in two tails, and at the sight of the pacifier she went red again, as if her near-nakedness wasn't enough, and started silently crying again. You put the shoe on her like she's Cinderella, and but for the pacifier there was more ****. "No! I don't want to, please!" She wailed, jostling her head from side the side.

"Relax," you say. "There's a catch, but I won't tell you unless you complete the outfit," you say. She acquiesces, and slowly pouts her lips out to the pacifier you're holding in front of her mouth. You retreat it, and let her lips chase for it because it's fun. "Look at me," you say. She has **** but to look at you with her tear-filled eyes, and you finally give her the pacifier.

You look at the black outfit. The shopkeepers have collected them and folded them into a neat stack. Then back at this cute obedient schoolgirl you've just created. What a change!

Her father is nervous. "Please, sir, I don't want her social life to be ruined because of this -"

"Okay, here's the catch," you say. "On her own, she can only wear this outfit in full, or go naked. So you'd better get a few more of these, but don't worry, you can take as many as you'd like, for free." The shopkeepers nod in acknowledgement of your title. "But she can wear anything else _you _want. But she can't wear them on her own. So, for anything else, _you _have to dress her."

That should create more than enough opportunities for open and honest communication.

They both look at each other in expressions whose meanings you can only guess. For the father, he'll have plenty of chances to see his daughter naked. He'll have to dress her pretty much every day she wants to leave the house, or maybe resist the temptation not to. For Cassie, she'll have to be a great negotiator for her right to have clothes. If she pisses him off, she'll probably have to spend the day looking like a sexy little schoolgirl.

Looks like your work here is done. You go on to shop for another outfit fit for Sarah.