Dinner and bonding

She felt wonderful wearing clothes again. Not having to constantly evaluate how her father was quasi humiliated in her stead, and even though she put on a brave face, she knew it affected her mother as much as it made her uncomfortable being around them nude. She had gone with a simple but elegant dinner dress her aunt got her for Christmas months ago, and comfortable slips on her feet. She figured light clothing was a reasonable choice with her finicky skin condition.

The conversation was about anything not associated with Rose's recent nudity, as if a mutual alliance to bury a common dreaded foe. They talked about James and his work, or Michelle, and some funny thing she had read, or how good the meals were.

As soon as it began, it seemed to end, and reality came crashing back to Rose. Now they were in the car on the way back home, and Rose knew she'd shed her clothes and be back on the clock so to speak. When her clothes were off, the elephant in the room was laid bare, and her parents tried their best to not make it worse by ignoring it.

"Are you going to your next psychiatry appointment tomorrow?" Michelle asked her daughter.

"I don't really see where I have much of an option. I mean, I can at least sleep now, and I feel healthier.... despite constantly being humiliated," Rose replied. She told her about her visit with Cindy, and how, even though it embarrassed her, that visit was the most normal thing she had done all week, besides dinner at the restaurant.

"Oh, that's wonderful, I think its great you are confiding in your friends. It can't be healthy going through this alone. I remember that note in your prescription said as much, that private time should include family and friends too." Michelle attempted to explain matter of factly, spurring a spit take from her husband and Rose's cheeks turning apple red.

"I um, I think Ill just to bed. Goodnight." Rose stammered defeated as her silhouette disappeared through the kitchen doorway.

Though she slept reasonably well from a fatigue regeneration point of view, her brain was filled with terrifying images. Once again she was eating in a nice steak house with her parents, but this time she was naked. She pretended like everything was fine. Nothing abnormal about a naked blonde in a restaurant, no sir-ee, but the leering of an overly attentive eatery made her realize the jest of her deception. She woke up covered in sweat with the first vestiges of dawn glaring into her eyes.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"What now?" she mumbled to herself. "Mom! Dad! someone's at the door!" Rose screamed from her room. After calling a few more times that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Rose grumpily swung her legs over her bed and started pulling her dress from the previous night over her head. "Is that Rose!?" a muffled feminine voice from downstairs retorted. Rose immediately hesitated pulling the garment over her head. It was Cindy, and Rose realized she needed clothes time for her appointment later. "Is, is it just you?" Rose screamed from her room. "Just me!" Cindy screamed back. Rose sighed and walked to the front door. "I'm opening the door, I'm.... I'm still naked ok, so be cool."