Series 3 - A Weekend with the Aunt
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Tired, A Little Tense | Apparel and Items: Small Athletic Shorts and Tight Shirt |
| Day, Time | Saturday, Morning | |
| Need to Bathroom | A Little | |
| Level of Humiliation | Still Embarrassed From the Events of Thursday and Friday | |
"Comon mom! I just want to have the weekend to myself!" Katie pleaded.
"No Katie, I think you need to visit your aunt, besides, it will get your mind off the last few days of school." her mom responded.
"But..." Katie begged.
"NO! And that's final. Now your aunt will be here in an hour or two, so make sure you are ready! You know how she doesn't like to wait." her mom told her as she opened the garage door.
"Have a nice weekend!" her mother told her with a smile as the door shut behind her.
Katie sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. Thursday it had been the tryouts which to say the least, had been pretty humiliating. On top of that, on Friday Katie had become known as the muddy girl who 'had an oopsie.' After that embarrassment, her mother now wanted Katie to visit her erratic aunt who was quite the character. She ran her own daycare and always managed to discipline her children. Jill's daycare wasn't a normal one, it was meant to whip the bad-behaved kids back into shape. Her job was perfect for her, except for when complaints were made by other counselors who saw what she did to discipline kids. When that happened, Jill usually would just 'persuade' the counsellors to 'live and let live.'
To be honest, Katie was a little unsure of who her aunt was. She had never really been alone with her before, and had only been in her company at large family gatherings where she would usually just socialize with her rich cousins. As Katie thought about it, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Maybe it was a good idea to hang out with her aunt to see what she was like as a person instead of judging her by her job and reputation.
Katie didn't have long to think about that however, as the doorbell rang mid-thought. Getting to her feet, Katie considered whether or not she should answer the door. She was only wearing a small pair of athletic shorts and a tight t-shirt that accentuated her perky breasts. Her pink nipples were even pushing out the material a bit. It wasn't the kind of attire she wanted to greet someone with, especially since she didn't know who it was.
