In Mrs. Henderson's House

Meekly Chelsea shuffled into Mrs. Henderson's apartment. Instantly she was overwhelmed with the trademark elderly woman smells of fresh baking and fabric softener. It felt strange and exposing to be naked outside, but somehow it felt even more revealing to be naked in someone else's house!

Cupping her privates, Chelsea waddled after Mrs. Henderson into the kitchen. Mrs. Henderson began rummaging about the kitchen.

"Please, take a seat dear!" Mrs. Henderson said.

Chelsea plopped into a chair, feeling her bare ass shape to the wooden seat.

"So, do you sunbath naked often?" Mrs. Henderson asked.

"Uh..." Chelsea didn't know how to answer.

"From how pale you are, it doesn't look like it!" Mrs Henderson chuckled.

Chelsea blushed furiously. She wasn't used to people just talking about her appearance like this!

"Here you go." Mrs. Henderson set a plate and a cup in front of her. "I decided you should have tea and not coffee. Coffee stunts your growth, and it looks like you might still have more growing to do! I also gave you extra cookies, I get the impression you like your sweets very much!"

Chelsea's face was burning, her expression distorted with shock humiliation. That was two more comments on her body, and not at all flattering ones! She felt utterly exposed, all her flaws on dispaly for commentary and critique...