A compromise (end)

"...A what?" My mom said after what seemed like hours of awkward silence.

"I want to be a nudist. I like being nude."

"You...why?"

"It feels good, and better than clothes."

"Liz you're an adult, and we can't stop you when you are out on your own. But, there are other people to think about. Your Dad was nice earlier, but your... situation when he got home was... awkward to say the least. He was not fond of the idea of you spending the whole time naked, and said he would rather just be locked in his own room than see more of that."

"Please Mom, I'll do anything. If its about Dad, I can wear a towel, or a robe, or something else."

"I'll discuss this later with your dad, for now please eat."

Epilogue:

A few rules were set, like...

1. I had to be at least fully covering the private bits while dad is in the house

2. I had to be able to put something on at a moment's notice,

3. If others are brought over, rule 1 applies unless they are fine without it.

4. All the windows, curtains, and blinds in the rooms I am in must be closed if open.

Some of my close friends were told about my nudism, while others never found out. To this day, I still frolic nude at my own house, with my own family (though they are not nudist by my husband's wishes).