I dropped my pizza

Mom was telling such a hilarious story about the time she went skinnydipping in the creek with her friend, I lost my grip on my pizza covering my mouth. Cheese side down, it hit my shirt, and glided all the way down to the floor in a terrible mess. My mom immediatly stopped laughing.

"Liz, that was my favorite shirt!"

"Sorry mom, I didn't mean to. "

"Damn it, now there's gonna be a huge stain on the front of it. I loved working in the yard with that shirt..."

"Mom, I-"

I didn't know what to say. Her favorite shirt was now downgraded to a pajama shirt. She wore it at least twice a week, anytime she was home. To her, it was a relic of high value from her time with dad as a young couple. Nothing could replace it.

"Mom what should I do? Rinse it off?" I said quickly.

"Yes, but you've-"

"Okay!" I interupted. I quickly pulled the shirt off, and ran over to the kitchen sink. As I was washing the shirt, I thought to myself "What's wrong wih me? I'm nearly naked in front of my family, and I'm acting like its perfectly fine. Do I... Am I enjoying this?

"Shit, it got all over my panties too, better get those off."

WHAT WAS I SAYING? Am I really stripping off what little clothes I have left?

Quickly I pushed my panties downwards, and slid them away from my ankles, I began slowly washing them under the sink with the shirt. Once I had taken them off, I realized it wasn't that bad. Its no different from the several hours spent topless in front of my sister and mom, and Dad obviously didn't really care I was topless when he got back. He just seemed... concerned. As I was finishing up, a lot of these positive thoughts vanished. I turned around after turning the water off, to see three bug-eyed family members staring at me intently. It made me feel nervous, and self-concious about my nudity all over again. But, I dragged all the remaining courage to tell my family...

"I want to be a nudist!"