Girl in Cici’s grade

She patted my bottom lightly, “my darling, the tutor isn’t going to mind- it’s a young lady in your grade, a senior girl, your counselor connected me with her and she’d love to help you catch up on things.”

This day is getting worse and worse- some girl gets to condescend to me about nerdy shit while I sit there completely naked- this is starting to feel like something everyone is in on but me- I try to protest-

“Mom I don’t want some girl seeing me naked, it’s embarrassing!”

“Love, the whole point of this is a little bit of embarrassment. I’m doing this because I love you, and I feel that spending a few days in this state will help to humble you and appreciate your education- I know you’re a smart girl, you’ve just strayed down the wrong path. And I’ll be with you the whole time, so don’t worry.”

I can’t believe she’s trying to justify exposing me to this girl, let alone my whole school, with love. Part of me knows she’s taking some pleasure in this- she’s been smiling slightly all morning.

And I can’t believe on top of everything, she’s coming to school with me like I’m some kind of kindergartener- I’m just dreading what my friends will say, how people will look at me, I’ll be remembered forever as that naked girl whose mom had to follow her through school because she couldn’t behave. I still just can’t stop crying.

My mother is getting impatient. She pulls my hands through the straps of my backpack, leaving all of me still essentially exposed. She takes my hand and guides me to the car. All I can do the whole time is whimper, cover my breasts and crotch. My mom stays sightly smiling through the whole ride.