Mrs. Nethers

It was late in the morning and she had just finished watching a morning game show. Then she saw a picture of her daughter on the wall.

‘Elena sure has a lot of clothes. Maybe I should get rid of them.’ She thought.

‘If I start now, I can clean out her entire wardrobe by have them down to the donation bid by lunch. My little nudist won’t need them anyway.’

In the end, she trashed all Elena's undergarments, donated her clothing, and donated some of her own clothing, glad now she stayed fit and her daughter had a larger bust and hip size.

She also threw out her own panties and used this as an excuse to throw away some of her husband's worn and faded clothing.

She was fully prepared to become a nudist herself if it kept her daughter naked. At least they were in the south.