Not like she has a choice

I wanted to scream, to yell, something. This was such a stupid thing to do to myself. And I had done it ignorantly too. Sure I wasn't the most coordinated person in the world, but who else could claim to bumble themselves into permanent nudity?

I thudded my head against the door a few more times. God, if this was true, the last of my senior year was going to be even worse than I had thought it would be.

Unless...

I sat up as I hit on a detail. Dad had acted like my nudity was the most natural thing in the world; I had kind of almost thought he was just trying to be nice. He had a habit of being painfully open minded with me if it meant keeping some connection alive between us. But what if that wasn't the case and my nudity was just...normal now?

After all, nudity was only a big deal if everyone else thought it was, right? That was the comforting lie I told myself anyway, it's not like I had four years of trauma built up from the opinions and treatment of my peers or anything.

My angst aside, if this was true, I needed to test it. But how?