No.

She'd regretted following every instruction this program had given her and she'd had just about enough. Taking a deep breath and bracing herself for whatever discomfort the underwear had in store for her, she closed her laptop. To her amazement the toys incessant ministrations ceased, the pressure between her cheeks stopped moving and the alternating pressure on her breasts equalized. The clothes didn't get any easier to remove but at least they had stopped feeling her up. That's right, I'm done dancing like a puppet.

Another half hour of trying to pry the damn thing off had somewhat diminished Danielle's resolve. Scissors, knives, pliers, nothing even seemed to scratch the underwear, which she was beginning to suspect would be better suited to protecting soldiers on the front line. She was digging through the kitchen drawers for a lighter when the front door opened.

Oh God. Julie! Sprinting for the stairs, faster than she thought possible, Danielle was barely able to hide behind them as her daughter walked in, "Mom!" Danielle froze, heart stopped in her chest, peeking ashamedly over the stairway. "I'm going out for dinner, I'll be back after dark, Ok?" Oh, thank God she didn't see- What?! "You can't go out... not... not tonight!"

Maybe Danielle was paranoid but being in the exact same situation as Julie 20 years ago definitely impacted her outlook on youthful dating. Whereas she'd been more of a "goody two shoes" who fell for the first charming man who'd asked her out, her daughter was absolutely a rebel who resisted authority. Which somehow made it a hundred times worse.

"Your brother's getting back!" Julie's face scrunched up, "not till like, nine! I'll totally be back by then... probably..." Danielle's eyes narrowed, "who are you going to dinner with?" Julie's looked innocently back through thick makeup, "A friend." Danielle rolled her eyes, "you'll just have to tell Zach you can't make it."

"But Mooom-" she proceeded to explain how good she'd been and why she deserved this, how she'd gotten good grades... Danielle wasn't listening. She was much more concerned with how close Julie was getting, soon she wouldn't be able to hide behind the stairs. Agh, it would actually be better if I was naked! Giving the underwear one last unsuccessful tug, she realized she'd either have to get rid of Julie or do a lot of explaining.