Her mother expects her to walk around the mall in a nightie

"Ok, here we are," Lauren's mother, Michelle, says as she tugs her daughter out of the safety of the car.

"Pl-please, c-can't we go somewhere else?" Lauren bashfully asks as her free hand desperately tugs on the bottom of her flimsy nightie.

"Absolutely not!" Her mother says. "How on Earth can you be so ungrateful?! I take you out shopping, and even offer to help you get a new outfit, and this, THIS is how you act?"

Lauren's face turns crimson as her demeanor instantly reverts back to a timid 10-year-old girl.

"I... I didn't mean it..." Lauren whimpers in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "I'm sorry."

"You should be!" She says, before turning away from Lauren to hide a smile.

I've still got it! She thinks, so satisfied and proud of herself for still being able to lay a guilt trip on her daughter.

"No come along, Lauren, we need to pick out a suitable new outfit for you," she declares as she pulls Lauren towards the mall entrance. "And I know just the place to find it!"

Lauren's heart skips a beat, hopeful that her mother will take her to one of the nicer, high-end designer boutiques like Le Bibelot Trop Cher or Spazzatura Troppo Costoso.

"Stop dawdling!" Michelle orders as she tugs on her daughter's hand, forcing Lauren's soft, untoned body to jiggle quite enticingly as her bare feet pad along the ground.

Soon the poor ex-debutante is panting and sweating as her mother drags her through the mall, which makes her nightie start to chafe against her nipples. Her sweaty, sticky skin also makes the gauzy garment cling to her body.