Eating was now awkward. Jane wasn't allowed to prop herself on the table, so as not to dirty it, so her only option was to grab her chair.
However this didn't provide her with any support, since every time she leaned forward to take a bit or a sip, her but would slip on the smooth surface of the leather seat, making a loud leathery noise. Eventually however, her butt started to stick to the material. This brought some relief to Jane, bit did nothing to keep her mind off her predicament. This was due to the fact that her stainless steel cutlery kept slipping on her hands, making it nigh impossible to eat.
Her mom gave her a look of "hurry up now" and she felt tears welling up. She'd have to eat breakfast like a dog to get ready on time for school. She couldn't believe this. Tears now streaming down her face, she tried to get a bite without dirty in her face too much. However even this was taking too long and she eventually shoved her face completely on her place, taking bites and licking the place clean. She was once again distraught, egg and bacon fat covering her face now.
"Right sweetie, grab your stuff, get yourself cleaned up while I clean up here; then we have to go."
Head hanging low, Jane momentarily was in the process of getting up, forgetting she couldn't grab her backpack's strap with just a casual motion, fueling her frustration. Seething in frustration she also found that getting up from this seat was no longer such an easy task, since her seat got sticky.
She had to prop herself up with the help to the wooden back of the seat, slowly getting unstuck while making sure not to let her hands slip. Once again causing loud leathery noises, her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.
Finally free of the chair, she slowly picked up her backpack and strapped it on tight, and went to the ground floor bathroom to get cleaned up. Once again she used a spare hair dryer to dry her face; this was ridiculous. Her mom came over, confused as to why her daughter was using it, but soon a face of understanding washed over her. "Wow, you're really committed to this dare, you won't even touch a towel! If only you applied yourself to your studies this much..." she left, shaking her head and tutting.
Jane wasn't sure how much of this she could take; each little thing in her routine became a challenge, meant to embarrass her. She pictures Bill jerking off to her. A shiver passed through her spine as she shook her head. "No, I don't want THAT image in my head", she thought to herself.
"Jaaaane come on we gotta go!!!" her mom yelled, bringing her back to Earth."Coming!", Jane replied, the irony of her choice of words not not getting lost on her.
Jane walked through the living room, and into the entrance hall. She'd look like she was at a funerary procession, if her walk wasn't making her flawless, shiny, naked body giggle every each way. Her mom grabbed the door handle: "Are you ready?" her mom asks "Not really..." Jane admits, slumping her shoulders. Her mom giggles back and says "Well dear you did this to yourself". She had no time to protest before her mom rotates the door handle, pulling the door open, which allows natural light to shower Jane, briefly making her eyes shut themselves to shield her eyesight.