"My!" My one hell of a mother exclaimed upon seeing Eve.

'My!' my ass.

Mom was basically the embodiment of the statement looked down upon by most teenagers, and that statement was 'Parents understand.'

Mom was almost all-knowing it's actually creepy. Sometimes, my browser history gets cleared with me having no memory of clearing it . . .

That would be the cue to make me feel threatened by her breaching my privacy, but never I have ever caught her in the act. She never says anything either!

On the instance that I call the cops on her-- which I won't do anytime soon 'cause she's nice-- I highly doubt that the cops would find anything against her. I probably should talk to her about it though . . .

Anyway, enough of that.

Mom, wearing her apron, was standing in front of my room door which she just had closed. Her expression did not change at all upon seeing a foreign-looking girl sitting on my bed. It was obvious that the only cover she had was my blanket, but my mother wasn't surprised still.

"Care to explain what's happening?" Mom turned to look at me, a pursed smile on her face.

I get the feeling that her asking me is just an act, and she already knows the full story . . . Welp, let's explain anyway.

"She came out of my closet, which-- for some reason-- turned into a door to a forest. She came from that forest."

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"I understand." She nods once, keeping her smile as she turned to Eve. "And why is she wearing no clothes?"

". . . That's also what I've been asking her earlier."

Mom turned back towards me, her smile vanishing but her expression remaining soft, "Oh? How long has she been here?"

F*ck. That was a trap, wasn't it?

I breathe a sigh of defeat and answer, "A few minutes."

"I see, I see." Mom nodded twice and smiled once again, before looking at Eve and greeting her, "Hello there!"

"Hello." Eve smiled back at Mom, before going on to say, "You look like me."

. . . She said that to me too, didn't she?

"Well, thank you!" Mom beamed. "You look more beautiful than me though."

Eve paused, staring at Mom, before she said, "I guess I do."

I didn't even need to worry about Mom getting angry about that. Her smile only widened upon hearing Eve.

"Oh, but, before anything else, why don't we have you wear something?"

And finally . . ! Mom had made her move!

Eve's happy expression vanished upon hearing Mom. At least at this point, she was aware of what 'wearing something' meant.

"Why should I wear something? Why should I not be naked?"

I wonder how Mom's going to handle her . . . As much as I'd like Eve to wear something, I also want to see Mom fail at something.

"You should wear clothes," Mom began, her smile unwavering, "Because I told you to."

"Why should I follow your orders?"

"Well, I'll be very happy if you did. Everyone will be happy if you did."

Eve paused and looked at me, before looking back at Mom, "He said men liked to look at women."

I curled my lips inward and shut my eyes tight, a hot wave of embarrassment washing over my chest.

"Then why do you have to show them what they want to see?"

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes because I wasn't hearing a response from Eve. And yep, she couldn't find an answer to Mom's question.

"Have you ever tried wearing clothes?" Mom fired an oddly specific question.

I swear it feels like she already knows more about Eve than me.

"No." Eve shook her head.

"Then why don't you try it first?"