Why not, it's just some pictures:

You’re a bit shocked, the idea that Krista thought you looked ‘cute’ in girls underwear was a bit strange, but that she wanted you to dress up for her and take pictures.

At the same time, it was for Krista, and you felt comfortable with her… Plus the money would help.

“Only if you promise not to share the pictures,”

“Of course not! I don’t want to share, just for me.” She turned, suddenly more excited.

“Did you have something you wanted me to wear now or later?”

“I mean, I have something specific that I want you to wear, but that will have to be later this week. And most of my clothes are either too big for you, or just too boring.”

“Oh, that works then, I certainly don’t have any issue coming over again.”

“Great!” She hugs you. It’s a little too tight for your current headache, but she’s so excited you just grit your teeth and hug her back.

“Thanks for being so cool about everything,” you say.

“Of course,” she releases you from the hug and goes over to her computer, hitting a button before locking the screen, “for now, I think your clothes should be done so I will be right back with them.” She vanishes out the door, leaving you alone for a moment.

You look at your phone and see a few messages, three from your mom.

“Hey when are you going to be home tonight?”

“Look I’m sorry for being so harsh, but you have to learn to respect me and other women. This is what I have to do for you, because of what you did.”

“I’m assuming you stayed the night at the Deepole house. In the future I expect you to let me know if you are going to be out all night. Be home as early as you can, for each hour after 9AM that you aren’t home it will be worse for you.”

You look at the time, 10:40AM… shit

You stand up, pacing a bit as you wait for Krista to get back.