A Break

Rose found that despite her embarrassing predicament, she was making immensely critical process on some of her scholarships. She stayed hard at work at her desk, meticulously wording the essays to point out her greatest accomplishments, and removing the slightest flaw in wording. She’d only stopped to eat a sandwich for a bit, before continuing her applications.

Finally, more than six hours later, Rose was beat. “That’s enough.” She thought with a smile, as she submitted her third application. Rose looked around the room, then towards her dresser. “She said a minimum of twenty hours a day, not like I’ve got anywhere else to go...” Rose thought with a smile.

Her choice of clothing was picked for comfort, and leisure. It didn’t matter to Rose what she wore around the house. So long as she wasn’t naked, and it was comfortable, she knew it would be more than relieving.

As Rose stepped into her light gray sweatpants, her body relaxed instantly at the feeling of cloth over her most private parts again. She slipped a plain white long sleeved shirt over her head, letting out a sigh as the shirt made short work of taking back Rose’s modesty. She instantly laid down upon her bed, and clicked to FaceTime her friend Cindy.

As soon as she’d clicked, not even a moment later Cindy had already answered. Her auburn hair ran to just past her shoulders, and the green and yellow striped sweater she wore was slightly visible to Rose’s view.

“Hey! What happened yesterday? I called you like five times and you didn’t answer.” Cindy demanded. She exaggerated a pout, emphasizing that she felt hurt.

Rose rolled her eyes, and laughed. “Shut up, I know you only wanted to talk because you’re bored. You know I had to go to the doctor yesterday!” She explained.

Cindy nodded understandingly. “Yeah, yeah. What’d she say? Does she know what’s wrong?” She asked sympathetically. Cindy knew Rose’s condition had plagued her for many months, and hoped Rose could find a solution just as much as Rose herself did.

Rose smiled nervously. “Actually, she says she has a rough idea. She wants me to come back next Saturday, after I’ve been doing the... treatment for a week.”

“Really? That sounds good! At least you’re getting help now, right?” Cindy asked excitedly.

Rose sighed, thinking about what the “Help” had thus far entailed. “...I guess.” She murmured through the phone.

Cindy made a quiet “Hmm...” before asking Rose a question. “What is the treatment anyway?”

Rose’s heart skipped a beat, and she gulped nervously. “I can’t tell her...” Rose thought regretfully. “She’d take it upon herself to come and visit...”

“...Oh, yeah. It’s some lotion. Really good for sensitive skin” Rose lied.

“Awesome! You’ll have to let me try it. That reminds me. Did you hear what happened at the football game Friday night? Some guy...” Cindy trailed off.

Rose and Cindy continued to talk about the events that transpired Friday, and then discussed their plans for the break. Cindy managed to convince Rose to join her and some friends in Black Friday shopping. Rose reluctantly agreed, on the condition that they would start no later than 8 pm, and that she would be home by 12. They said their farewells, and Rose hung up the phone soon afterwards.

Rose spent the rest of her evening how she typically planned to. She shared a nice meal with her family, watched some TV with her dad, and settled in to watch a super hero movie with both both her parents. She was enjoying herself so much that she completely forgot about her approaching deadline.

Rose had just gotten up to get a glass of water, when she heard her mom call from the living room.

“Hey Rose? When did you get dressed?” She asked curiously.

Rose looked down at her phone. “Damn.” She thought to herself. “About five hours or so ago, why?” She asked innocently. She knew what was next to come, and hoped her mom would just let it go.

“Didn’t the doctor say no longer than four hours? I think maybe you should... you know...” Rose’s mom explained awkwardly.

Rose couldn’t help but nervously bite her lip. “I guess she’s right...” Rose thought with a sigh. The slight annoyance quickly formed into dread, once she realized her father would be exposed to her full frontal form. She had hoped desperately to avoid it, if at all possible. Now it seemed she had **** but to strip down, and rejoin her family as if her state of dress made no difference.