Samantha quickly grew a cold sweat, her throat tightened, and her legs seems to want to clench even further. She was so confused, but without retaliation, Chloe snaked her way into the back-seat with the confused Samantha. She smiled, warmly, it was almost a blur.
Her hands, Chloe's, seemed to be gently guiding her shorts and panties to the floor of the car. It seemed almost as if Samantha was watching a movie in the first person; she could see it all, register the act, but the feeling of clothes slipping off couldn't be felt; it was so surreal to her.
However, once the pull-up, one the Disney series (pink and sporting a princess on it), was careened up her legs, she freaked out. It was at her knees, almost too far to quit when she threw her arms into her shirt, briefly struggled in an almost seizure like moment, and threw the garment to the front of the car.
"I choose to go topless! I choose topless!" She exclaimed as her flat chest heaved back and forth. Her mouth was practically pouring frustration, her face only that of stress, but Rebecca, very calm and almost motherly in her own right to the group pointed to Samantha's pelvis. To her dismay, as she looked down, the deep had been done. Chloe had slipped it on the final struggle of her shirt being taken off, and now she was the worst of two options. Topless and diapered.
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