What's next?

Caught

"Thea? Thea, what is it?"

Thea turned, still slightly frantic, to see her mother emerging into the hallway. She looked tired. Moira took a step closer, then frowned to see the state of her daughter.

Thea yelped, cheeks reddening, and quickly moved to cover up with her arms. Disoriented as she was, she missed utterly, one thigh clinging onto the middle of her thigh, the other resting one of her boobs in the crook of her elbow and leaving the other bare. She didn't seem to notice, still shaking.

"What... Thea?" Moira said.

Thea took a nervous step back. She hadn't wanted to be caught naked by her mother! She had enough clarity left to dwell on that. She glanced back into her room again, the clothes laying on her bed still looking so very unnerving, before looking back at Moira.

Wait.. what was that on her?

"Do you need help?" Moira said sympathetically. She took a step closer. "You don't look ok."

Wide-eyed, Thea realized that the clothes her mother wore seemed just as strange. Paranoid, she tried to back away, stumbling when her mother reached out a placating hand. She was more focused on escaping those terrifying clothes than she was on her modesty.

Blushing, Thea turned around and staggered down the stairs, only realizing she'd exposed her ass when she reached the bottom. She squeaked, too late, and moved her hands back to try and cover it as she hurried for the door.

She had to get away! That just repeated over and over in her ****-addled mind. And then, after that, hopefully she could find clothes that didn't scare her.