“What do you think?” Caroline texted her mother with a photo of the clothes she planned to wear for her first day of college.

A moment later her phone rang.

“Are you sure you want to dress like that, sweetie?” her mother asked.

“Mom! Come on! I think it looks cute.”

“Fine. Fine. If you want all the boys to think you’re a prude, that’s your business. Just don’t come crying to me when all the other girls are getting their asses fucked, or gagging on cocks, or whatever and you’re sitting on a bench all alone.”

“Whatever. Fine… I’ll wear the short skirt you sent me. Are you happy?” Caroline asked.

“As long as you’re happy, sweetie.”