Nervously

She slowly unlocked her door, and pushed the door gently open. Rose poked her head around the corner of the hall, and nervously peered down. She heard the sound of a pan hitting the ceramic countertop, and gulped. Right as she was preparing to go into the hallway, she heard her mother loudly call upstairs “Rose! Breakfast!”

Rose’s left hand was gently placed between her legs to shield her womanhood, while her right arm was artfully placed to cover up the areola of her breasts. She felt her stomach turn as she pushed herself forwards, preferring embarrassment over unending starvation.

As Rose made her way down the steps, the creaking of the stairs beneath her feet gave away her approach. Michelle’s choice to wear some light blue pajama pants, a matching long-sleeved shirt that bore no pattern, and red slippers were specifically chosen to counter the cold air that had settled in over the late November night. Rose felt the cool air, and shivered as it made goosebumps rise from her bare body.

She took a gentle breath, before turning to face her daughter as she approached from behind. While expected, Michelle was still far from growing accustomed to Rose’s temporarily constant nudity. She still felt a strong urge to turn away, from both second-hand embarrassment and impulsive reaction. She held her ground sturdily. “Be strong. Pretend it’s a normal day, do it for her.” She told herself.

A short pause later, Michelle turned back towards the two plates in front of her with a smile. “I didn’t know if you wanted blueberry, or plain pancakes. Which ones do you want?”

Rose had expected an initial reaction, but all she caught was a slight twitch of the eye. She suddenly felt less tense, and her blush faded slightly. “...I’ll have... the blueberries.” She answered politely.

Rose’s mom reached her hand towards the blueberry plate, and seized it within her hands. She turned on a heel, and gently held them towards Rose with a slight smile. “Here you go!” She said, her feigned enthusiasm sounding just a little unsympathetic. She realized too late that in order to grab the plate, Rose would have to leave behind what little modesty remained behind her hands. Her nipples, and pussy would be in plain sight, and unobstructed.

To her own surprise, her daughter took the plate without worry, seeming more than comfortable. “Thanks!” She said simply, walking confidently towards the kitchen table. Michelle couldn’t help but give a wide-eyed stare, shocked at both her daughter’s confidence in her own body, and amazing physique.

Rose however, was internally screaming in embarrassment, her blush returning back to the strawberry red it had been before. “She...she handed me the plate! What else was I supposed to do?!” Rose thought to herself, wishing she could crawl into a deep, dark hole.

They ate in silence, neither bothering to speak with the other. Rose was thankful her phone offered various forms of entertainment, and a way to distract herself from her current predicament. Michelle enjoyed an equally appreciated distraction from the nude form sat opposite her, but every so often her peripheral vision could no longer stand it and **** her eyes to take the slightest glance. She tried to eat her pancakes in idle silence, but her mind was too distracted, and unable to process. She finally gave way, and took a deep breath.

”So...How’s school?”

Rose stared blankly at her phone, seemingly in a trance. ”...Rose?” Her mother politely beckoned.

Rose had tried to stop thinking about her nudity, but it seemed her mom wasn’t in the mood for silence despite her state of dress. She internally groaned anxiously, before murmuring “...Good” in reply.

Rose’s mom smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief. “At least she’ll talk to me...” she thought relaxedly. “That’s good news. How’s your essay coming along for English?”

Rose winced a little, and impulsively wanted to lie and say she had made even the slightest headway. For some reason, she felt to do the opposite, and speak her honest truth. “...Not so great. I haven’t gotten started, because I can’t find a good topic. The essay is supposed to be about how a life experience evolved you as a person.”

Michelle was shocked at first to hear her daughter’s blunt answer, but thrilled she at least was being honest. “Maybe I can help her...” she thought with a smile.

“Why not the trip to the beach we took last year? That hurricane was something else, kept us inside for three days! There’s got to be something you can write about that, right?”

Rose perked her ears up briefly, interested in the idea. But then she recalled that there hadn’t been anything unique about staying inside for three days straight as a storm raged outside, much less something to write a five page essay on. “I’d love to, but I don’t think there’s enough there to write an entire essay.” She replied sympathetically.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, Rose’s mind moved back to her phone, while her mother continued to stare forward. “How? I don’t get it. She can go from blushing like mad to a nudist overnight? It’s amazing!” She thought, shaking her head with a smile. A lightbulb seemed to go off in her head, and she grinned widely. “In fact...”

“Rose! I’ve got it!” Michelle exclaimed suddenly, slamming her fist down on the table. Her sudden movement scared Rose, causing her to almost drop her fork. “What?” She asked accusingly, an eyebrow raised in her mom’s direction.

“Write your report about this week! It’s perfect!” She explained, seemingly charmed with her own idea.

“What do you mean?” Rose asked, her head tilted in confusion.

“Well, write it about your experience. Becoming a home nudist for a week is plenty worthy of writing about. Especially since it’s because of ‘Doctor’s Orders’. Hell, I’d read an article about that!”

Rose shifted uncomfortably in her seat, reminded of her nudity. Her blush began to return, at the thought of writing an essay about her embarrassing thanksgiving break. “...Mom I don’t know, I don’t think that’s school appropriate...”

“Sure it is! You said that you wouldn’t have to give a presentation on it, so I don’t see why it’s not acceptable. It’s convenient too!”

Rose rolled her eyes, and smiled. “Alright. I’ll think about it.” She said dismissively.

By now, Rose had finished her pancakes and was ready to move on to doing some work, be it on her essay or her scholarship applications.