Not exactly easy

I walked up to the door. How does one walk into their own house naked when they left clothed? I considered knocking just to give them some sort of warning before they saw me in the buff. Then again, I didn’t really wanna spend any extra time outside as I was already seeing different people noticing me. I know that as my parents it’s even more awkward for them to see me like this, but I had to push through and just get inside.

I opened the door and went in and my mom’s face went through a progression of happy to horrified to sad as she saw me, realized I was naked, and then understood what it meant for my future.

“Hi, mom.”

She sat down at the kitchen table and then looked the other way to avoid seeing me.

“I take it your attempt to change Mrs. Norman’s mind didn’t work.” She said as she was holding back tears.

“No, it didn’t. I’m okay though, mom, really.”

She got angry and it was such a foreign feeling.

“So you’re just some sort of slut? You have no problem showing everyone everything?”

Her words hurt but she didn’t mean them. She was upset and lashing out. I’m her only child and she thinks I’m ruining my life.

“Mom, you know that’s not true. This isn’t about me at all, it’s about being there for someone who needs me.”

She wiped her eyes for a moment and thought for a second. She clearly wanted to say more, but she just wanted me out of there.

“Go to your room and don’t come out, unless you’re dressed.”

I can’t remember the last time I’d been sent to my room.

“Okay, then I won’t be coming out.”

I know she’ll need time so I walked out of the kitchen and then up the stairs to my room. I closed the door behind me and I was alone.

I wanted to take a moment to really process my feelings, but I had other things to deal with. I looked around my room saw clothes in my hamper, my dresser filled with clothes, and a closet full of formal wear.

I knew I didn’t have to do this. I knew almost everyone would be happier if I just chickened out right now. Bad things will happen, people will comment on my body, ogle me, and make advances and suggestions they otherwise wouldn’t. They may even try things that they know are wrong because the feel emboldened by my nudity and vulnerability.

I pushed everything that I was feeling down and got to work. I started taking out all my clothes and putting them in plastic bags. Every single garment, even my bras and panties. I had to do away with temptation while I was still strong enough to act. I have no idea how tomorrow will go and maybe everyone will be right and I won’t be able to handle it, but I have to because if I can take even one person’s attention or improper actions off of Lydia and onto myself then it’ll be worth it.

I looked out my door to make sure my parents weren’t there. When they weren’t I put all the plastic bags in the hall because I needed them to be taken from me, even if my parents didn’t want to.

I laid down on my bed and and wrapped myself in a blanket. It felt nice and I tried to relax. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was my dad knocking on my door.

“Honey, I have some dinner for you. Mom told me what happened. I’m sorry it didn’t work out. I know you’re going to do it anyway, but I want to tell you one more time you don’t have to do this.”

I went to my door, but didn’t open it, for his sake more than my own.

“Dad, I’m doing it. I know you’d prefer I didn’t, but I really need your support here.”

He paused, but then responded.

“What do you need?”

I could tell by his voice he was just on the other side of the door.

“Could you take the plastic bags and put them where I don’t have access to them.”

He exhaled forcefully.

“Honey, it’s not fair to ask me to police this situation when I don’t support it.”

I felt myself tearing up. My dad and I were always on the same page and I didn’t want to ruin our relationship.

“Dad, I will never forgive myself if I back out. Please, please do this for me.”

He paused again and every second felt like an eternity.

Finally he responded.