Time to board.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2124546 on 03-29-16 - 3:59am

The boarding call came much sooner than Erica could have anticipated. Her toplessness must have distracted her to such an extent that she didn't even notice the passage of time. What was clear to her was that she couldn't board the plane without wearing a shirt. Not only would it be majorly embarrassing, but there had to be some sort of regulation against being topless on a plane. Most stores had similar requirements. No shirt, no shoes, no service. The flight crew would never let her board without a shirt, right?

That trail of logic meant that she had to get her shirt back from the person who had taken it from her. "Mom, can I have my shirt back now that they're boarding?"

"Of course not," her mom retorted. "Honestly, you're too fixated on your clothes." She rose from her seat and gestured for her daughter to follow her, along with the rest of the family. Erica's step-brother, Rob, was averting his eyes. Surprisingly, her step-father did not protest his wife's decision to take his step-daughter's shirt and remained silent, even as his eyes took in every detail of her nubile breasts.

Grudgingly, she rose from her seat and made her way to the line to board the plane. She wrapped her arms tightly around her chest as a measure of security and to hide her breasts from public eyes. "Erica," her mom called out to her. "I told you you're too fixated on your clothing, or lack thereof. It's surprising considering you chose not to wear a bra today." She rolled her eyes. "They're only boobs, dear. Get your hands down at your sides."

"You have got to be kidding me," she deadpanned.

"Erica," her mom said more sternly. "Put... Your... Arms... Down." Erica stared at her defiantly. "Now!" she concluded.

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