Time to go

Ava emerges out of her bedroom and greets Clara. She steps out visibly uncomfortable, she's in her full outfit. Her Broodmother top wrapped tightly around her chest and ended just beneath her sternum. She wished the shorts were longer in length, and not as tight. They sat just beneath her bellybutton, and they were so short they were closer to boy shorts. But it was better than nothing she assumed. The rest of her body from the neck down was covered in her fishnet bodysuit and paired with her grey vans skater shoes.

"OOOOOOO look at my little punk bitch over here! That suit was a good call, it absolutely ties the fit together baby. And you look divine in those shorts."

"...thanks. I just feel... really exposed." She rest her hands on her chest, she can feel her nipples poking out of her fishnets and top.

"Ava, you'll be fine. This band was from the 90s. Everyone there's going to be dads past their bedtime. You're not going to get tossed around like a sex toy. If anything, those old fucks will be afraid of us."

"If you say so. Should we go now?"

Clara pulls her car keys out of her cleavage, "Let's go bitch."

As they walk out, Ava catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror from her bedroom. She saw why Clara wanted her to wear the shorts. They were so short in the back that half of her butt was hanging out of them. They were more revealing than the cheeky panties she was wearing earlier! Her whole face went red and tried pulling down the back of them. It was no use, Clara wanted her to expose herself like this.

At this point it was too late to change, she didn't want to be late for the show. Her butt jiggles as she jogs to catch up to Clara.