Go downstairs naked

Well, there was one easy way to test my theory. I didn't particularly like it, but I had to start somewhere. I pulled myself up and grabbed the door handle. Only for a moment did I hesitate, before opening the door and stepping out into the hall and standing there.

With no clothes on.

Naked.

A faint draft seemed to caress my skin and send a shiver down my spine that broke the paralysis holding me in place. I took one step forward, then another, and another. Slowly, I **** myself downstairs to the laundry room where I could hear dad working.

Dad was currently half disappeared behind the washing machine, grunting and cursing every time something didn't work as he wanted. He was cursing a lot.

I stopped at the doorway and kinda leaned on it casually like I would in a normal situation. God there was nothing normal in this situation.

"Hey...dad. Need any...help?"

Dad stopped and pulled himself out from behind the washer. His expression didn't change when he looked at me, standing completely naked in front of him. He did a once over on me, but it was more of a casual 'yep this is who I thought it was' look and not a 'I wanna fuck you so hard' expression. I think anyway, I'd never seen the latter before.

"Glad to see you're feeling better. I'd be happy for the help."

I wasn't sure if I felt relieved by his reaction, but some of my anxiety did go away. Dad gestured for me to come over and said, "I need you to look down from on top of the washing machine. The back has some obstructions that make it hard for me to see if everything is connected. So a second set of eyes will be nice."

He paused and added, "Do you need your glasses, honey? This is detail work..."

I wasn't totally blind without my glasses, but details were beyond my natural ability. I was pretty sure though that if I went back upstairs, I'd never leave my room. So I shook my head no, "I can manage it."

"Alright." he shrugged and reached into his pocket, handing me a hair tie along with a small flashlight.

I nodded and pulled my waist length hair back into a more manageable ponytail. Then I walked up to the washing machine and peered over it into the crawlspace behind it. The metal was cool against my naked skin, and my nipples pressed against the edge of the machine until they were hard. I tried to ignore the situation and looked at the wires and hoses connected to the back of the machine, shining a light on them.

"How's it looking?" dad asked.

I narrowed my eyes to try and focus them, and pulled at a few hoses. They felt secure enough, but even with the light I couldn't make out anything noticeable. I reported this back to dad and he sighed.

"Alright, then can you turn the machine on while you're looking, and see if anything starts leaking?"

The cold metal painfully obvious against my skin, I nodded and turned on the washer without looking away. The vibrations ran through my body, caressing me as the machine started up. I resisted a gasp as warmth surged from the contact of the machine and flowed through my skin toward the fork of my legs. I bit my lip, hard and tried to focus.

My moment of distraction was my undoing; I missed the leak in the hose closest to me until I focused. And then the damn thing exploded off the back of the machine, squirting me with water. I screamed, dad screamed, we all screamed as the hose flailed about angrily until I shut the damn machine off.

Dad pulled himself out from behind the machine, wearing a perturbed expression; his entire head was soaked, which didn't do favors for his thinning hair. I was more painfully aware of my nakedness than ever, as my entire upper body was soaked in water. Dad barely seemed to notice though, as he held up a broken loop of metal.

"Looks like the clamp is busted. I have a spare in my truck, can you go get it Taylor?"

I froze at the question. He wanted me to go outside, naked?