And walk with them to their home
From Create Your Own Story
You rub your foot against the back of your other leg, and clasp your hands behind your back. It makes you look angelic while at the same time allowing the two a full-frontal view of your body.
"Well..." you say "I suppose I could use the extra money..."
"Excellent!" Martha responds crisply, clapping her hands together. "That's sorted, then. As soon as you're ready just pop on down and I'll talk you through it."
"You can use my tool, if you want." Arthur offers. "Oh wait, that came out wrong - my tools. You can use my tools."
Martha gives him a withering look before rolling her eyes at you. You giggle at the exchange.
The two head to their home, leaving you alone in your front garden once more. There are still a few things that need sorting before you can leave, however, but you hurry to put things in order. You put your mother's tools away, including the hat and gloves, and close the garage door. You lock up the house and place the key underneath a gnome on your front porch. Satisfied that everything is in order, you head out of your front gate.
Without the hat and gloves, you are now completely naked on the street in which you live. The sidewalk feels coarse against the bare soles of your feet. Without the hedges in the way, a gentle summer breeze caresses the most tender parts of your body. You shiver. The cool touch of the wind reminds you of your state of undress. You smooth your hair out of the way of your nipples and begin to walk towards Martha and Arthur's home. Without clothing to restrict them, you feel your breasts shifting and jiggling with every footstep you take. Without shoes you feel shorter than normal.
You feel a little disappointed when you arrive at their house. It was only two doors down, and you barely feel as though you've been exposed as yet. You see Martha standing in her front garden, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand as she surveys the mess that is her lawn. A white picket fence, similar to yours, separates the lawn from the sidewalk but it looks a little faded and chipped. You rest your arms on top of it, and stand with your rear pointing into the street. The grass here is overgrown, and you can see weeds sticking out of their gutters.
"It really is a mess." you say.
"Indeed it is." Martha replies, turning towards you. "I see you discarded what little clothing you had?"
You shrug your shoulders. "They'd just get in the way."
"Good woman - very determined! You remind me of myself, at your age. Alright then," she says, rubbing her hands together. "There are a couple of tasks you can complete for me. Just do what you can, and whichever order you feel, and I'll pay you depending on how much you do."
Where do you begin?
(if you can think of any more, feel free to add other options.)
