The Key

"Great game, everyone!" Mom cheered while walking towards us, carrying what appeared to be a blue tote bag. "Looks like everyone's having fun!"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Well, except me that is. I'd probably have more fun if I wasn't naked in front of my best friends, some classmates, and a couple strangers!

"And of course I didn't forget our winner! Congratulations ... er... what was your name again sweety?" Mom asked the boy who won.

"Dylan" the boy replied. Well that solves that mystery.

"Right! Congratulations, Dylan, on your win in the first activity of the party! As winner, you are entitled to any item inside this bag. You earned it!" Mom beamed. Despite my present circumstances, I was glad to see my mom so happy. I can tell she really enjoys this type of stuff.

"Um, alright." Dylan responded. He took the bag and began shuffling through the contents inside. I couldn't tell what was in there, but I'm guessing it's typical party goodie-bag type stuff. Like candy or soda or something.

After roughly thirty seconds of rummaging through the bag, he finally made his choice.

"What'd you pick?" Mom asked curiously. Whatever it was, it was small enough to fit in his hand because I still couldn't see what he picked out.

"Not sure why, but I thought this key seemed like a good choice. Maybe it opens up some treasure chest somewhere?" Dylan joked. Everyone laughed. I thought it was funny too... until I saw the key in question when he showed it to everyone.

It was the key to my room. Where literally ALL of my clothes are contained. I almost said something, but held my tongue at the last second. That's dangerous information to be blurting out. Nobody knows I have absolutely no access to any clothes, and it's probably best that the person who now holds the key doesn't find out.

But why was the key to my room in the prize bag? I looked at my mom, who simply gave me a wink back. Of course it was her! Always wanting to shake things up, that woman is.

"Good choice!" Mom commended. "But let's not forget there wasn't just a winner this game. It seems that Alice was the first to get out, which means she will be taking the first punishment of the day!"

"Right, how could I forget." I groaned to myself. Not only do I have to worry about some boy who unwittingly now controls the access to my clothes, but also whatever the hell my punishment is.

Mom left the room but returned seconds later with yet another tote bag, though this one is red. I probably will not enjoy whatever is in that bag.

"Alright Alice, now it's your turn to pick from the bag. Go ahead, honey." Mom held the bag towards me. Suddenly I realized that I would have to use one of the arms covering myself to grab something out of the bag. I had to think of some alternative.

"Umm, can someone pick for me? As you can see I kinda have my hands full here..." I laughed nervously, causing my guests to chuckle as well.

"Oh alright, I don't see what the big deal is though." Mom relented. Maybe to her it isn't a big deal, but she's not the one standing stark naked surrounded by classmates and friends!

Thankfully, Barb stepped up to my defense. Mom offered the bag to her, but before she let Barb pick, she informed us that the loser must pick the penalty blindly. This meant Barb couldn't look at what punishment she was going to choose for me. Which meant she couldn't go easy on me, like she probably would have.

Barb started to rummage through the bag, though her expression indicated confusion. I offered some advice, for my own sake.

"I don't know what's in there, but 'look' with your hands; maybe you can tell what it is by feeling it!" I shouted.

"It all feels the same! It's like paper or something!" Barb retorted. After ten more seconds of rummaging Barb finally made her (er... my) choice.

"What is it!?" I asked quickly, though there was no way it could have been anything I would have wanted.

"Um, I was right, it's a piece of paper..." Barb answered, clearly still confused.

My mom interjected. "Read it! It's got instructions on it!" she shouted. It must be some sort of dare, knowing my mom. Sometimes I swear she's a teenager in an adult body.

"Okay. It says 'The loser of last round must...'" Barb paused before continuing. Everyone waited in anticipation over what my punishment would be.