Jenny stood in shock in the hallway, covering her breasts and pussy with her hands as best she could to protect her modesty looking as her parents sat down at the table through the doorway.
“Are you joining us hun?” Jenny’s mother said sweetly, she was smiling innocently and patted the chair next to her. She seemed to be forcing herself to maintain eye contact with Jenny at all times.
Jenny was on the edge of tears, she had no covering in the world and everyone seemed to be out to get her, she desperately wanted help and no one was offering it.
“no…no… no no no…” Jenny repeated to herself, her heartbeating at a million miles an hour, the eys of her parents and the maid felt like they were burrowing into her skin, reminding her more and more clearly of her complete nudity.
“I… I need… I’m going… to my room…. I just…” Jenny was stuttering, eyes watering, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening. Her mother gave her a quizzical look; she looked almost offended that Jenny wasn’t happily joining them.
“Jenny Martha cooked you delicious meal, if you go to bed now you’re not only insulting her but you’re going to go hungry too. You won’t be getting anything else young lady, I’m sick of your selfish attitude.” Jenny’s Mother said firmly. “So, you eat with us or you go upstairs and you stay there until morning. What will it be?”
Jenny shivered, her eyes squeezed shut, she hoped desperately that she was dreaming, she nodded quietly and quickly turned and fled upstairs to her room without a backwards glance.
Slamming her bedroom door Jenny slumped against it crying, before spotting her bed sheet and rushing over, wrapping around herself protectively and curling into a soft small ball.
“Please let this be a dream, please, please…” She whispered to herself over and over. She was terrified that her parents would come and find her, but after half an hour of silence from the hallway she started to relax slightly and with nothing else to do she switched on her TV.
There, on the screen, was an image that made the nude teen stumble on the edge of consiousness. It was a picture of her, completely nude and kneeling on the ground. Jenny could see herself sitting back on her haunches, knees as far apart as they could be spread, one hand buried between them playing with her pussy. Her other hand was reaching up and cupping her breast while her head was tipped back, mouth open in mid-orgasm. She seemed to be on a completely white background and as Jenny watched she realised the image was fluttering… blowing in the wind… like a flag.
Jenny screamed when she heard the voice of the news reporter speaking, the camera was zooming out to reveal the image Jenny had just seen flying from a flag pole from the roof of … the government building!!
“Today is indeed a historic day for our nation as the President has decided to change our national flag to one more befitting of our new national past-time. He presented the new design to world-wide approval and acclaim, the public love new desi-”
Jenny finally fainted.