Rose came home from school at around 5 and wasn't prepared to find her room in such a state. She would have been less surprised if she saw Kanye West and Taylor Swift making out on her bed.
All the clothes in her closet were gone. It was empty, not a single thread was there. The window that faced their westside neighbors lost its curtains. The east side wall that divided the music room with hers was gone. Instead, there stood a thin paper wall like a medieval Japanese house. She was sure it was made with thin paper because she could see the lights of the other room through the wall and the silhouette of her mother.
Her childhood paintings were gone from the wall. Now there were 3 erotic paintings of a girl giving blowjobs, a girl sucking black balls, and a girl with thick cum coating her whole face. Her pc was turned on and had a video wallpaper of a hung black guy prone boning a petite white girl on the bed.
She was dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Thousand scenarios were going on in her mind. Was she going to get kicked out? Has she had a tenant who has already moved in? Had her father found a long-lost daughter who was gonna replace her? Had her parents gone mad? Was this a sick prank?
As if to answer her questions her mother moved inside quietly. Rose turned around with a stupefied face and looked at her mother smiling mischievously. Only then did she notice there was no door. She had no idea why it wasn't the first thing she noticed.
"Hey honey, you like the new look of your room?", asked Rita as if she just changed the wall color of her room.
"What the hell is going on Mom?" asked Rose looking around and waving her hands to everything.
"What, you don't like it? Which ones don't you like?"
"Look at the disgusting paintings. What are they doing here?"
"Honey art is art. You cannot sexualize art. I think they look majestic. Your father likes them too. He chose the 3rd one himself. He said that if he had cummed on your face, you would look exactly like her."
"Mom, are you going crazy? Why are you talking like this?"
"Listen, you are an adult now. Soon you will be heading to your new life. So, we will treat you like an adult, and talk with you like an adult. And so will you."
"Do you think other people talk with their adult daughters like this?"
"I don't care what other people do. Our house, our rules, got that? And as long as you live under our roof and we pay for your college, you will live by those rules. Understand young lady?" Rita said, scowling. She knew that like her husband her daughter could not talk against her when she got serious. And Rose did look terrified now.
"Okay, so what about the curtains and the door? What felonies did they commit?"
"Oh, I read on the internet that this way there is more light and airflow in the room and should be good for your health. We removed the door to our room too. Btw we moved our bedroom to the music room. We are your neighbors now. We thought we should be close to you as you are leaving soon." The master bedroom was a couple of doors away from Rose's room.
"But this way the Smiths can see everything in my room. Their window is a foot higher than mine."
"Come on, they are busy people. Do you think the old fat guy has nothing else to do other than watching you masturbate with a dildo molded with the shape of your father's cock while furiously jerking his meaty cock?"
"Mom, you know I don't do that, ever."
"Then what do you need your privacy for? If you feel shy about changing clothes here you can always come to our room. I bet your father would love to help you dress."
Rose didn't counter. She knows it was futile. Her mother had gone crazy.
"Then what happened to this wall?" Rose pointed at the wall dividing the two rooms.
"We found the wood had rotten inside in the morning when we were shifting rooms. So we decided to use these Japanese papers instead so we could quickly set the wall up. It's nice actually. It blocks no sound. We can talk through the wall. Isn't that fun?" Rita seemed thrilled at the idea.
"Where are all my clothes?"
