Of course it could.

Cremia found herself back at her house as she just hoped she could slip inside without Romani noticing her until she had put something on as she sighed. But instead she tried to open it and found it was locked as her heart sunk. "Oh no!" Cremia thought anxiously as she yanked on the door but it wouldn't budge. She called out her sisters name desparately for a minute or two before sighing and sitting down at her entrance for a second until she realised hope wasn't lost. "The barn!" Cremia thought with excitement as she headed for it. She had a spare set of keys hidden in there and she also had overalls. Not enough to cover herself completely, but Romani might not notice her sideboob and bare back so long as the obvious stuff was covered along with a pair of boots.

As she got to the shed and tried to open it however, she found it was locked as well as she grew desparate. "Why is the shed locked?!" she thought angrily as she turned around in frustration, covering her breasts in her arms as she wanted to cry. "What is going on?" she thought as she collapsed in frustration, and yelped as something soft brushed along her clitoris as she stood up and realised she'd rubbed it on a piece of paper which she opened up and read.

"Sis, I had to lock the house and barn in case they came back!" Romani's letter wrote as Cremia sighed, and then her temper broke as she kicked at the door in frustration. "Come on!" she screamed as she suddenly heard a trudge of boots and turned to see Grog, the man who lived at the end of the ranch and raised cuccoos as she felt his stare with a red face as she sprinted for the box that Romani had left outside the day before and hid behind it. "What do you want?!" she asked as he looked at her and she was annoyed. Grog seemed a little bit simple minded, like nothing mattered to him much other than his chickens, and even now Cremia didn't feel like he was staring at her like most men would. Obviously she could see his penis was getting a little bit larger, but he himself seemed a little bit surprised by that as well as he looked at her.

"Are you stuck outside?" he asked her as she looked at him and he looked at her. "I am!" she stated as he looked at her. "Grandfather gets stuck outside as well... but he never gets stuck outside naked, you like doing that" he responded as Cremia stared at him. "Of course i don't. I don't want to be! I'm not a streaker" she swore angrily as he looked at her. "You don't want to be naked?" he asked her as she nodded. "Yeah, I'm not parading around like this for attention, a turtle ripped my skirt off!" she stated anxiously as he looked at her. "You want clothes?" he asked as she nodded.

"I'm sorry, but grandfather wants me to go into town and get some supplies, so I can't give you my trousers" he stated as Cremia smiled weakly. "That's fine, if you can't help me then the most helpful thing you could do is leave me alone for now, your just adding to my embarassment even if you're trying to be helpful" Cremia stated as he stared at the box. "Oh, I just thought since you want to get into the barn that I could lift you up through that window" he stated as Cremia felt her heart stop. "What?" she asked in sheer embarassment and confusion as he pointed to a window on the second floor. "If you get on my shoulders, you might be able to climb into the window of the barn" he suggested as Cremia scowled.

"I can't climb on your back" she stated in annoyance as he looked at her. "Why not?" he asked as she looked at him. "Because i don't want to clamber around naked on your back, that's way too embarassing" she stated as he looked at her. "Oh, alright, then I can go" he suggested as Cremia watched him turn around as she was torn about what to do. Waiting for Romani to open the door and risking being seen traipsing around in her bare skin... well Cremia knew that her sister mightn't hate her immediately, but when she was a little bit older it would be hard for Cremia to bear with the fact her sister might consider her an exhibitionist or a streaker. On the other hand climbing up grogs back even if he seemed well intentioned was very much something indecent and a little bit overly intimate for any girl to be performing.