As you go back to the bag and try to find a dress you think looks good, you fail to notice your mother's annoyed grin, she's upset that you seem to be going along with everything so effortlessly, she knows she forced you to be happy but she seems to have forgotten that part. as you grab a good looking long white dress, your mother is taken over the edge, "Stop moving" your mother says coldly. You freeze, alarmed and confused at what's about to happen. Your mother sternly tells you, "without accessing the memories or talking, put on the dress."
You feel yourself lose a part of your brain, that you can no longer grasp, as you continue to try to put on the dress now with no idea how to, so you figure the best idea is to go in from the bottom. As you go further up and gets tighter, your arms get stuck and as you try to wiggle them further up, you bump against the wall causing you to fall down, though your cushion of an ass soften the impact.
your mom starts laughing as you come out from the bottom, "hahahah, listen up, I still haven't decided when this punishment is gonna end, and trust me, it's not any time soon, and there's nothing you can do. Now I imagine those memories are causing some weird feelings inside so I'm willing to let you remove those memories from you and live through out the rest of the punishment with you behind the wheel and no other conflict or guidance but since your gonna have to go back to work soon, and I imagine all the memories in your head would help guide the way and keep you out of trouble don't you think mom, and answer honestly?