Start Stripping

I put my hands at the bottom of my shirt and started pulling it up.

“What are you doing, Jillian?!” Asked Mrs. Norman.

“Whatever you do to Lydia, you’re doing to me. I won’t let her go through this alone. If she’s expected to be naked, then I will be naked alongside her.”

I pulled it over my head exposing my blue bra and the top of my b-cups. I had talked a big game up to this moment, but now it was becoming real and I have to admit I was a little nervous.

“Stop stripping in my kitchen this instant!”

This is the first time she’s ever yelled at me. I ignored her and started unbuttoning my jeans.

“I’ll stop if you free Lydia from this. It’s entirely up to you.”

She was clearly getting upset. Not about me stripping, or at least not just because of my stripping, she was upset that Lydia wasn’t going to go through this alone. I knew in that moment that Lydia needed me more than anyone had ever needed me; I was all she really had. I lowered my pants to the ground exposing my blue boyshorts and after kicking off my sandals took them off my feet.

She downed the rest of her wine and stared at me intently, clearly trying to make me feel uncomfortable. I smirked and started unhooking my bra.

“You’re bluffing, strip away.”

I got my bra unhooked and lowered it exposing my breasts as it dropped to the ground. It was becoming real. I was losing confidence fast, but my feelings didn’t matter. This was about something bigger than myself.

All I had left were my panties and I was kind of hoping she’d back down. I wanted to say something but didn’t know what. What do you say when you’re trying to convince someone to not send their daughter to school naked? When the only threat you have against them is you’re going to strip yourself naked and hope they care more about you than their own kid?

“What are you waiting for? You still have one last garment?”

I took her words as a challenge. I put my hands in the waistband and stretched them out and let them drop. I immediately stepped out of them and I was naked.

I was on complete display to a woman who had known me all my life. She walked closer and she looked me up and down. She focused on my shaved pubic region, my pussy lips, my moderately sized breasts. She got closer and I knew she was trying to intimidate me.

“Oh well, you’re in the nude. That said, It’s one thing to be naked in my kitchen. It’s another thing entirely to be naked at school surrounded by everyone you know. You’re not brave enough for this. Just get dressed and Lydia will never have to know about how you weren’t strong enough to go through with this.”

I steeled myself and refused to be afraid.

“I’m doing this, unless you change your mind. Only you can stop this. If you don’t want to ruin both our lives then you just need to release Lydia from this.”

She smiled.

“Again, this is your choosing. I’m doing nothing to you. Now get dressed and go home. I don’t think Lydia’s taking any visitors right now.”

Only a few minutes after trying to parade Lydia in front of me, she was trying to get rid of me. She didn’t want Lydia to see me, because she knew it would be a comfort to her to not be alone in her nudity.

“If she wants to see me, may I see her?” I asked as she could legally kick me out and I couldn’t **** it.

She went to my pile of clothes.

“Your clothes look mighty dirty. If you let me wash them, I can see letting you hang for a bit.”

She was threatening me. She wanted to take my clothes so I’d be trapped in my nakedness and feel ****. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well, may I wash them?”