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[[Category: The Humiliation of Katie]]

{| width="100%"
| bgcolor="#KC9OC" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"| '''Status'''
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| bgcolor=#C0C0C0 valign="top" width="8%"| Condition
| bgcolor=#FFFFFF valign="top" width="8%"| Stressed, Panicked, and Sweaty
| bgcolor=#C0C0C0 valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="4"| Apparel and Items: Naked
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| bgcolor=#C0C0C0 valign="top"| Day, Time
| bgcolor=#FFFFFF valign="top"| Saturday, Morning
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| bgcolor=#C0C0C0 valign="top"| Need to Bathroom
| bgcolor=#FFFFFF valign="top"| A Little
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| bgcolor=#C0C0C0 valign="top"| Level of Humiliation
| bgcolor="#FFFFFF valign="top"| Stripped bottomless in her own home for any passerby to see
|}

From behind, the teen could hear her aunt begin to zip up her backpack. Frantically, Katie started throwing whatever she could grab onto her body. The teen had no time to register what she now had on. She could feel the fabrics hang loosely around her figure but thankfully covered all of the essentials. 

With a sigh of relief, the brunette turned to her mirror to see what she was now wearing. The results weren't the best.

The mirror welcomed her with an image of a young girl practically swimming in the white keyhole sweater she bought herself for Christmas two years ago. When purchasing the item, the teen framed the top as an investment to her parents; saying that she would wear the top all the time when she was able to fill it out. It was clear that time had not come yet as the hole in the sweater showed off a lot more of Katie’s C-cups than she wanted. Her nipples pressed against the edge of the opening, ready to reveal themselves to the world on a moment’s notice. The sweater had been a topic she never wanted to bring up, especially around Christmas time, preferring to let the article become the victim of wear and tear inside the closet.

Her trousers were a similar disaster. The elasticity in the basketball shorts gave way long ago and hanged loosely around Katie’s hips. Streaks of pink could be seen across the red fabric, primarily around the crotch, referencing an earlier mishap she caused. 

''That’s actually how I got these shorts to begin with....... which means that these are actually Kevin’s!''

The teen shivered thinking about what her older brother did in these shorts and what his “dates” would do in these shorts. Of course, they were clean now but Katie believed that the article could use a second helping of bleach.

Unlike her shorts, the elastic on the brunette’s panties hugged her curves a little too much. The teen kept her movements limited as she could feel the panties struggle to stay in one piece with every step. It was obvious that the article was several years old, making Katie ponder what their actual appearance was. If Aunt Jill was to force her to take off her older brother’s stained basketball shorts, she really didn’t want to parade in kiddie panties with hearts on them.

“Really? That’s what you picked?”

''Speaking of which...''

Katie turned to face her elder and explained, “It was all I had left.”

Aunt Jill rolled her eyes. “Let’s go.”

The teen followed her down the stairs with the biggest smile on her face. Sure, what she got wasn’t great but it beat being stuck in nothing but a tee shirt or just plain naked.

Katie was about to enter Aunt Jill’s car before...

[[Games with Jill - Aunt Jill’s chihuahua tried to jump into Katie’s keyhole sweater.]]

[[Games with Jill - Aunt Jill stopped her.]]

[[Games with Jill - It started to rain.]]

[[Games with Jill - Nothing happens. They make it to the daycare without incident.]]