Clothing Optional?

Mia yoinks the card from Claire, "Either do a strip tease or your clothes become edible." She claps her hands. "That's not too bad."

"A strip tease isn't too bad?" Asks mom, shocked that her little lady seems so glib about her sexuality.

"Yeah, I mean comparatively. Some of these can get pretty crazy or annoying even. I would much rather get naked or eat my clothes even."

"You wouldn't!" Mom paled.

Mia smiled. "What do you think?"

"I think you would, no question."

"Then why ask?"

"Because I don't like how it makes me feel about my little girl."

"Bingo." Points Mia. "I'm not just your little girl anymore mom. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. I'm sorry if that makes you sad." Cynthia nods her head in understanding. "Mom, it makes me a little sad too, but we're grown ups now. Let us be us, and make mistakes, and live life. Okay?"

"Okay." She said, making a dramatic longing whimper.

"Anyways, I would rather have edible clothes anyways. Sounds more fun." It seemed at least two others agreed because no sooner had she said it than her over-sized t-shirt and thong turned into fruity edible goodness. Mia glanced over her outfit. The shirt was basically semi transparent fruit roll up that you could just make out the shape of her nips through and the thong was made of those circular hard candies. She pulled it up and nibbled the collar. "Honestly, not bad." She wiggled her hips a little and felt the band of the thong. "A little uncomfortable though..." She broke off a piece of the hard candy on the front of the thong and a few extra pieces came with, revealing a patch of bare skin on her crotch. "Whoops!"

"Mia, how about you not eat your clothes?" Chided mom.

"Fine." She glanced down at her handful of candies, and popped one. "Who wants one?" She offered.

Ryan immediately held out his hand and Claire followed. She tossed them and handed the last one to mom. She begrudgingly took it.

"Yeah, not bad." Ryan said munching. "I hope these aren't **** or something."

"Ryan, why would you say that?!" Mom scoffed.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I trust that box basically none. Seems like the crap it would pull..."

Dad paled. "What have I gotten us into?" Dad palmed his face.

"Don't feel bad dad. " Ryan patted his shoulder and monologued. "The box probably planned this. Think of it like an uncaring demi-god... and we are pawns for its amusement. What does the box get out of this... who knows? But... if you just enjoy the ride I'm sure it will hurt less." He does an aside to dad. "Also, don't try to destroy it. That's bad mojo."

He plopped back down as the box dinged, pointing directly at him. Ryan shook his head like Jim from the office and chuckled as he picked it up.

"I think you taunted it 'Shakespeare'." Claire jabbed.

Ryan's chuckles turned into full throated laughs as he read the prompt. "Either tell your parents everything that happened last night or become aroused when you see private parts."

Claire and Mia immediately locked eyes, trying in vain to not make it some coordinated or suspicious, but mom caught the conspiratorial glances a mile away and even dad in usual self-interest caught the lump in their throats.

"What the heck happened last night?" Asked Cynthia, accusatorially.

"I second your mother." Asked dad, gripping Ryan's shoulder tightly.

Ryan looked over at the girls with a shit eating grin on his face. "Well, what didn't happen last night?