5 Days

The Slut

The final bell had just rang on my last day of school. I hopped up and ran for the door, before I left my teacher called out to me.

"Makenzie!" I sheepishly backed into the classroom. "Have a good summer. And don't get into too much trouble." She gave me a wink. I smiled and raced home knowing exactly how I was going to spend the rest of my day. Mom was still at work so I would have the house to myself. Secretly, I tiptoed up to her room, almost afraid that someone was watching me. I rifled through my moms clothes, pulling out a few scandalous pieces. I grabbed a blue tube top and a pair of stilettos. Mom hadn't worn this stuff in a long time. I hardly think she'd miss it. After running back to my room and putting on the shortest pair of shorts I owned, my outfit was complete. I admired myself in the mirror. My ginger hair was pulled into a high pony tale. Before I left the house I grabbed a piece of pink bubble gum- perfect for popping and snapping.

A deep breath filled my lungs, and then I was on my way. I strutted out onto the sidewalk, hitting a pose before I continued on. There was a park not far from my house. It was always busy. It would be especially lively as school just ended. It was perfect. I walked my best model walk all the way there. Afterall, I am 18 now! This would be my summer.

As I approached the park I pressed my breasts together, perking them up. I hiked my short up a little higher so my ass would be in full view. I pressed my cheetah print glasses onto my face. With a smirk I started walking. I am going to be the hottest person in this entire park- hell, why not the whole town! I am young, fit, and know how to dress.

Finally, the first man was approaching. He didn't even bother to hide his gaze and gauking. Secretly I cheered to myself. What was it about other people objectifying me that gave me such a rush? I was on top of the world when suddenly-

"Makenzie Nichole! Just what exactly do you think you're doing?" I heard my mothers voice. My face fell. She marched over to me and ripped my glasses off my head.

"You're out here in my clothes dressed like a slut! I cannot believe this." As she lectured me, people around started laughing. I was humiliated.

"Mom! Stop it, you're embarrassing me!" I swear her face turned red.

"I'm embarrassing you? You look like a whore, you're embarrassing yourself!" She grabbed my ear and pulled me toward the car. "I'm here on a work lunch with a potential client! You ruined it for me!" The lecturing continued all the way until we got home.

"You're not wearing those clothes for another second missy. Strip."

"What! Mom, no!" I protested. There was no way I was going to strip naked in front of my mother!

"You can either do it yourself, or I'll cut the clothes off of you. Take your pick." She stood with her arms crossed. My eyes welled up with tears. This was supposed to be my summer. Shakily I started taking off my clothes. I started with the stilettos, then the short, then the shirt. I was standing in just my panties with my arms covering my small breasts.

"Panties too." She spat at me. I did as she asked and dropped the panties to the floor.

"Now get upstairs and take a shower. Try to scrub the slut off." I marched upstairs and took a hot shower. My tears mixed in with the water. I scrubbed myself with a loofah, trying to understand what and why this all happened. I am an adult! I should be able to wear whatever I wanted to.

QUietly, I prepared an argument against my mother. I would step out of the shower, boldly make my stance, and she would be so sorry that she would apologize immediately and give my clothes back! It was a perfect plan.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fluffy robe. As I prepared to make my stance, I saw my mom in my room with trash bags.

"What are you doing!" I shouted.