Chapter #7Parents by: Unknown Back before Lizzie found out how much fun she could have by feigning accidental exposure, she entertained herself through traditional, more innocent means, like getting muddy and dirty while playing in the nearby creak. It made sense to her; the summers were unbearably hot where she lived, and her parents couldn't afford a pool, so to her ten-year-old mind, playing the creek seemed like a perfectly reasonable compromise.
Her parents didn't see it that way. In fact, they liked it even less than her later hobbies, and those had nearly prompted them to hire a therapist.
Lizzie came home one sunny afternoon during the height of summer, filthy from head to toe. After playing in the creek all day, she was in the mood for a snack.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" her mother demanded before she could open the front door.
"Home?"
Her mother scowled at her. "Like that? Not a chance, not after you tracked mud all through the house last time!"
"I'm sorry, Mom," she said. "I'll remember to take my shoes off this time."
Her mother eyed the state of her clothes, from her light blue spaghetti strap camisole (ruined) to her jean shorts (send them to goodwill) and finally to her designer tennis shoes, which still might serve some sort of function, if the family dog needed a new chew toy. And then there was the time and money spent washing the carpet, sweeping the floor, replacing the couch cushions, and, inexplicably, repainting the ceiling.
Her daughter needed to be taught a lesson. It was for her own good. And by that, she meant that it would prevent the woman from strangling her own flesh and blood.
"Why don't you take them off out here, Elizabeth?"
Lizzy felt a chill. The only time her mother called her Elizabeth instead of Lizzy was when she was in mortal peril. And about to be strangled to death. "Okay." She kicked off her shoes and left them on the front porch. "Can I go inside now?"
"Your socks are filthy. Take them off too." Lizzy complied. "And your top."
Lizzy froze. "What?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself."
"But...but I'm not wearing a bra!" she squeaked.
Her mother rolled her eyes. "That's because you have no breasts. I'll take you bra shopping after you hit puberty, and you are clearly still a little girl who enjoys playing in the mud."
Lizzy groaned, but her mother had a point. Still, some of the girls in her class had already started wearing training bras, and they were no more developed than she was. And she bet that those other girls never had to take their clothes off outside. She pulled her top off over her head and crossed her arms over her breasts–or where her breasts would be if she had any.
"And now your shorts," her mother instructed.
Lizzie's jaw dropped. "What? You can't be serious!" Her mother gave her a look devoid of all memory of mirth. "I mean, I can't. Please? At least let me do it in the backyard."
"The hose is in the front yard, young lady."
Lizzie's eyes widened. "What? Oh, please Mom, no! I swear, I'll never track mud in the house again! Just..."
"You are far too dirty to come into my home, young lady. Now, are you going to do this quickly, or slowly?"
Lizzy looked out into the street. A couple out for a walk had suddenly started to move really slowly as soon as they began to pass by, and Jake, a jerk she knew from school, had stopped pretending to be practicing his skateboard. But if she dragged it out, even more people would notice. "Okay." Facing the house, she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her skinny legs.
"Your underwear looks pretty dirty to."
Lizzy gasped. She wouldn't! Surely she wouldn't!
"You can consider this a warning." And with that she turned on the hose and sprayed her down. Lizzy gasped as the cold water struck her, and she noticed that the water had started to weigh her panties down, causing them to sag. Fortunately, she managed to grab them before exposing more than a bit of her butt crack.
"Turn around," her mother instructed. She did, showing her dripping wet front half to everyone on the street. "Raise your arms. I need to get everything." Lizzy raised her arms, unable to cover anything now, but luckily her panties were still up when her mother finished hosing her down. "There," her mother said cheerfully. "You're clean now."
Lizzy opened her eyes, blinking through the water that still dripped down her face. Her white panties had soaked through and clung to her cute butt like a second skin, and had even gone transparent in some places. Across the street, she saw people–her old age, older neighbors, strangers–watching her with amusement. "Can I go inside now?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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