Stripping Down

“W-what do you mean?” Rose stammered nervously.

“Well, this paper says you were supposed to start treatment as soon as you got home. It’s best to just get it over with, for all of us.” Her mom stated plainly. Her father shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He tried to speak up. “I don’t think I-“

“It’s best to try and move past the awkwardness now. Just get it all over with, and move on.” Her mother interrupted, scowling towards Rose’s father. He nodded his head in questionable agreement, and turned back to Rose.

“...Mom I can’t do it.” Rose said quietly, staring towards the ground as a knot formed in her stomach.

Her mom’s heart ached. Given the opportunity Michelle would gladly have taken Rose’s place, albeit with as much hesitation as Rose was displaying. Their household hadn’t exactly been the most tolerant of nudity, and clothing was expected to be worn at all times. Such a dramatic shift was sure to shift up all of their lives, but Michelle knew in her heart they would be able to move through it. She hoped it would be a moment they could all laugh about many years later, and that her daughter wouldn’t be stuck a nudist for the rest of her life.

“I promise, you’ll prefer it this way. If we just try to pretend nothing’s different, we will barely function as a family anymore. It’s like ripping off a band-aid. Do it fast...and just get it over with.” Michelle explained, smiling awkwardly. She understood just how much she was asking of her daughter, but still couldn’t believe the request coming out of her mouth. She was asking her daughter to strip naked, right in front of her parents. Even Michelle would have been nervous about stripping down in front of her daughter, given she probably hadn’t seen Michelle naked in over ten years. Rose was an adult now, with an adult body.

Rose tried to find words, or will to fight back. She failed, only because of one thing. She knew her mom was right. Rose’s plan had been to shut herself in her room, and have her parents deliver food to her doorstep. But, doing so would only make it more awkward when she would inevitably have to face them. Trips to the bathroom, or an emergency could make it very awkward for both her parents and herself, not to mention the fact that she’d be living like a recluse. Neither Rose, nor her family wanted either of those things.

Rose sighed, and gripped the bottom of her green sweater. She peeled it over her head, showing a brown tank-top beneath that hugged her body tightly. Rose placed the sweater on the kitchen table, and carefully undid her belt. Once it joined her sweater, she was left with a hard decision.

“Pants...Or shirt...” Rose thought silently to herself. She nervously unbuttoned her blue jeans, and slid them carefully down her toned legs. She carefully stepped out of them, and began to blush at the sight of her bare legs, which bore a gentle, warm beige color to them. Her ass, and sex were concealed modestly by a pair of classic black panties. She picked up the her jeans, and placed them gently on the table in front of her.

Next to go, was Rose’s Tank-Top. She gripped the hem of the brown item, and pulled it over her head calmly. Rose’s blush had turned from a light shade of pink to a strawberry colored red. With the shirt over her head, Rose was now clad in but her underwear in front of her parents. She placed the top on the table, and looked towards her parents. They’re expecting gazes said they knew even underwear wasn’t allowed under the treatment’s instructions, and that they were waiting for more to happen.

Rose groaned internally, before reaching behind her back and unbuckling the light gray bra clasped around her D-Cup breasts. The buckle made a pop, and her unrestrained breasts pushed against the cloth concealing them. Rose carefully slid an arm underneath the bra, carefully covering her nipples before beginning to hoist the garment overhead with her free hand.

Rose’s last piece of clothing was the pair of black panties concealing what little remained of her unexposed privates. Rose made sure to keep her arm carefully positioned over her nipples, before bending down to ease the panties down her legs. It took some wiggling to convince the garment to drop down to the floor, but soon enough she was able to slide the last article of clothing effortlessly away. The last remaining hand quickly grabbed the pair of underwear, and placed them hastily atop the table. She retreated her hand to covering her womanhood, now completely naked and blushing madly.

Rose’s parents tried the best they could not to stare to intensely, but Rose couldn’t help but feel like a beacon of attention. She shuddered in embarrassment, and her brain seemed to pull inwards like a scared turtle.

Rose’s mom shook her head, and averted her stare politely. “Great. See? That wasn’t so bad.” Rose’s mom tried to soothe. Her face said differently, as she was doing her best to suppress an awkward smile that had came to her lips, and was doing a poor job holding it back. Rose finally couldn’t take it anymore, and quietly requested “Can I go upstairs?”

Michelle smiled towards her daughter, but kept her eyes closed subtly. “Sure!” She said, all too eagerly. Rose sprinted away, her jiggling exposed ass trailing behind.

Once she was out of sight, Michelle collapsed in an exhausted heap on the table, prompting James to spring up and try to comfort her. “I don’t know if I can do it James... She’s my daughter and I love her, but it’s a lot more stressful than I anticipated...”

James patted her on the back, soothing her. “Honey, we have to. For her good, and for ours. I’ve lost sleep over this just thinking about Rose’s state of mind, and you have too. We will find a way to get through this, I know it. It’s just like she’s taking a week off, only with less clothes on!” He said, grinning comfortingly.

Michelle turned towards him, an upset look in her eyes. “I could barely think when she got undressed. All I could think about was how she was naked, in all her barren glory. Not about tomorrow’s plans, not about what I should make for dinner, her.”

James smiled towards Michelle kindly. “You’re a tough girl. A good night’s rest and a fresh start will do you both numbers. Maybe tomorrow you’ll both be more ready, and accepting.”

“I hope so...” Michelle said, standing up to embrace her husband.

Rose meanwhile had sprinted upstairs, and collapsed in an emotional fit on her bedroom floor. She spent the night dreading how long she would have to remain naked, and how much her parents would see her. Rose eventually grew tired of the uncomfortable carpet on her bare skin, and moved to her bed. The soothing embrace of her silk bedsheets against her naked body put Rose at ease, sending her into a deep, exhausted sleep.