No, she also now has to pay rent.

"As a matter of fact," Helen said, steepling her fingers in front of her. "There is one more thing: your father and I have discussed it, and we've decided you need to start paying rent. We won't kick you out or anything if you fall behind, however, you can't wear clothes in this house, or elsewhere, until you are caught up - if you have money for clothes, you have money for rent. Right, dear?" this last bit was addressed to Natalie's father.

"Yes, dear," he said, folding his paper and nodding committal toward his wife and then his naked daughter. "Also, Natalie, you might want to brush your hair before you head to school - you're naked, not a wild child. Hygiene is all the more important now that it's all you have to project a positive appearance." He had one last sip of coffee as he stood up. "Have a good day, everyone." He headed out. Natalie, Helen and Luke said nothing, Helen and Luke staring at Natalie, Natalie staring at her mother.

"Well, I guess I'll have to live with it. I'll go fix my hair." Without eating (she wasn't sure if she could, her stomach was so tied up in knots) she went back up stairs to the bathroom to do her hair and at least put on a little makeup.

"Sis! Bus is coming down the street!" Luke shouted up the stairs on his way to the front door.

In a panic, Natalie rushed to her room to grab her tiny teddy-bear backpack, her notebook and her phone, and ran downstairs, remembering to grab her keys from the bowl by the front door. Out of habit, she ran out the door to try to catch the bus, which was passing the door and slowing down to stop on the corner.

Immediately as she stepped outside, however, she was struck by exactly how naked she was. The sun was in full **** already, heating the concrete of the front path and almost burning the bare soles of her feet. The warm breeze was blowing against her unusually exposed skin and sensitive areas - she had unpleasant flashbacks to dreams where she had imagined just this, rushing off to school having forgotten to get dressed. Though, now, in the real world, she didn't even own any clothes to put on if she wanted to.

These thoughts, and more, rushed through her head in her seconds' hesitation. But then she realized what would happen if she continued to hesitate and missed the bus - her mother would drive her to school, and doubtlessly embarrass her somehow more than being a totally naked girl at a school was already embarrassing.

Out of instinct, she hunched forward to wrap her arms around her body, but turned at the last second, arms half raised, and saw her mother standing in the doorway of the house, watching with a stern, disapproving look on her face. Natalie put her arms down and ran for the bus. As she started to see the faces looking back at her through the bus windows, she again reached to cover herself, but saw Luke giving her the side-eye as he climbed the stairs into the bus. "That little shit would probable tattle on me!" she thought, and again put her arms down to her sides. The cement of the sidewalk was rough on the bottoms of her soft feet, and tiny pebbles hurt the sensitive flesh as well, making her wish she could slow down and look where she was going. But she had to make her bus.

Climbing the steps, the bus driver rolled her eyes, as if seeing a naked student was an everyday event for her. Natalie was mortified, and hugged herself, careful to keep her arms under her breasts, but all the same, hugging herself. She walked down the aisle, the cold, rough metal against her feet now. The chatter, too, was oddly hushed, and she knew all eyes were on her. Suddenly she felt a hand reach out and tap her on her bare butt.

Spinning around, she saw no one obviously guilty, but it could have really, been anyone...