My Mother Wants me to what?

"Laurie."

"Laurie."

"Laurie!"

I woke up with a quick intake of breath, nearly in the process.

"Laurie we're going to be late. I told Susan we'd be at their's for ten." Mum said, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Okay mum, I'll get dressed now." I replied.

"No need sweetheart, just fix your hair, we don't have time, just go as you are."

"I couldn't do that!" I said, with the shock registering in my voice.

"Come on Laurie, there will only be us girls there, I'm going like this." She replied, gesturing to her somewhat skimpy attire, nothing but her nighty I guessed, judging by the nipples poking through the front, "it's only breakfast at Susan's after all" she said with a laugh.

She ripped the quilt off me, I quickly covered myself up, realising that my t-shirt (the only thing I was wearing) had bunched up while I was asleep, providing no cover for my bare lower half.

"Come on, we're going to be late." She said, grabbing my arms and pulling me out of bed.

I quickly pulled my T-Shirt down to cover myself again. I checked myself out in the full length mirror on my wardrobe door. I fixed my hair as quick as I could, it was still somewhat messy, but adequate. I checked out how well my T-Shirt covered my body, it was short, but covered everything... most of the time. Before I had time to do anything else though my mum grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my room, down the stairs, and out of the door. I hadn't even brushed my teeth! As soon as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the harsh sun, I realised... I was outside! Wearing nothing but a T-Shirt! Suddenly all of my senses were on full alert. I was aware of my nipples poking into my T-Shirt, my bare feet hitting the pavement, the breeze blowing between my bare legs, and sometimes hitting that place in between. I could feel my T-Shirt flapping with each step, revealing a bit of my bare bottom each time. I could feel... everything bouncing and jiggling uninhibited. I could hear the cars whizzing past us, and some chatter in the street. I felt the cold sweat on the palm of my hand as it held my mum's as I realised all of this. Then I heard a car horn sound right next to us, which jumped me right back to the here and now, I heard the man shout something that I didn't quite catch. I wondered if it was aimed at us.

We reached Susan's door. My mum knocked, while I stood there pulling the T-Shirt down for a little more cover, I felt even more exposed than I had before, I kept thinking about that car that had beeped. Was it aimed at us? What did he shout? Had he seen anything?