Most of my outfits were quite demure and conservative. 

But there were others that seriously crossed lines. In those I was again told how to pose and I would either try to close my knees or put my fist in the way for both magical protection and to show I did not take the photos voluntarily nor did I choose how to position myself or my clothing. With many of the poses, I was forced to hike up my shorts or skirt. If I remember correctly, my living situation was threatened if I resisted. In two of the photos, my brother and I are at a lake with family members. At the end of the day one of the family members wanted photos and told us which floats to be on and how to pose. They then wanted me to remove my top for a photo. I said no. They threatened to leave my brother and I at the lake in the middle of nowhere. I told them I didn’t care. My brother started to cry. I relented and negotiated that I would take off my top but be on the float face down. My fist is visible under the water. For that they would no longer visit with me once a month as they had been or take me to fast food–the norm on their visit, but would take us back to our father’s house.