Family Ties/Jessica Heather anything aggressive
From Create Your Own Story
"And why not!" you fire back. "I said I would!"
"You did say that. But everyone has their limits. Like this..."
Heather steps past you and grabs something from her desk. A second later she's pointing a pair of scissors at you.
"Here. Take these."
Tentatively, you accept her gift to you. They're pretty serious scissors. And you have to admit it's scary thinking of what she wants you to do next.
"What are these for?" you worriedly ask.
Heather casually sits down on her bed. "Guess!"
Looking them over for a moment you mull over the only thing you can think of. But you don't want to say it.
"Um… do you want me to… cut… my clothes?"
"Good girl!" Heather patronizingly replies. "But what should we start with? How about… your t-shirt!"
You glance down at your pink top.
"But! This is my favourite shirt!"
"Yeah. I know that. You where it everywhere and always. That's why I know you won't do it!"
She can't win! Not so easily. Even if it's your favourite.
With butterflies in your stomach you pull the bottom hem of your shirt out from under your now high-top panties - still deeply wedged beneath you - and make a small incision along the edge of the pink garment. You follow up that cut with an intense glare at your sister.
"Oh no! You made a teenie-weenie cut!" she says mockingly. "That's pathetic. Cut the arms off."
Your jaw drops at her order. She actually wants you to violate your most favourite piece of clothing! The t-shirt you got at Disneyland! You stare each other down, each of you as equally as stubborn as the other. There's no doubt you're sisters.
With another sigh you look down at your sleeve. Losing them wouldn't be so bad, would it? Besides, you don't own a lot of tank tops.
Filled with regret before you even make the cut, you slide the first sleeve into the blade of the scissors. Fabric can't keep you from beating Heather.
With as much care and precision as you can manage, you begin to slice the sleeves from your shirt. It's really hard to do while wearing it, but you take your time and focus as best you can between a few weak insults your sister harasses you with. By the time you're finishing up with the second sleeve several minutes have gone by, but you're reasonably happy with what you've managed to do. Your t-shirt is still totally wearable.
"Wow, congratulations," says Heather, snatching the scissors from you. "You're officially slower than a turtle. But I don't think you could do this next part anyway. Hold up your hair."
Your heart sinks. Of course that wasn't all of it. Saddened, you pull your hair up off of your neck and shoulders giving Heather open access to the entirety of your t-shirt. Without mercy she grabs at the neckline and cuts into it deeply before hacking away at most everything between your shoulders.
"That's better. It would be perfect if you actually had some cleavage."
After her flurry of cuts you convince yourself to look down. She's cut out a lot of fabric leaving little more than flimsy straps on your shoulders with a deep neckline and cutting right into the design that was on your chest. Your shirt is officially ruined.
"But I think we can make you sluttier!"
Yanking up on the bottom edge of your 'shirt', your sister tears into the bottom half of the pink top. After a full horizontal cut through the garment you're left with your entire stomach exposed. With your panties still wedgied into your pussy you're left looking pathetic, if not purely comical.
Heather steps back to admire her handiwork, teasingly cutting the air around her with her scissors.
