You dash out naked and answer the call

"To hell with it," you mutter, rushing outside, slinging the door closed behind you as you rush to answer before the caller hangs up.

"What kind of game do you think you're playing at, missy?" Your mother begin, and launches into one of her rants. Like the dutiful daughter you now are you stand there making noises of assent so you won't get into even worse trouble. If it wasn't you in this fabulous body you'd be sniggering at your sister getting reamed.

It occurs to you as your mother goes on and on that you're standing outside on a sunny day stark naked in a backyard that can be seen by 5 or so houses, should anyone happen to look out their upstairs windows.

The thought of someone looking out at you right now makes you nervous and excited; but is there anything that doesn't excite your sister?

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes mom," you say with a sigh, a hand creeping up to one pert breast and it's spike-like nipple.

"Good, because I told the locksmith you'd be there.

Locksmith?

"I've got to get going now, honey. I'll see you later."

"Wait, what about a locksmith?" you ask, but the only response is dead air.

"Is she changing the locks?" you wonder, looking around once more before heading to the door, yanking it....

Locked!