Ask Gwen for help

“W-wait, Gwen! It’s not what it looks like it’s me John!” you cried out desperately letting the reality of your situation to set it again adding urgency to your voice making your plea sound pretty convincing.

“What?” Gwen raised an eyebrow inquisitively at you no doubt skeptical you’re trying to pull a fast one on her.

“Oh uh, duh! You want proof don’t you! Okay uh proof!” you spoke hurriedly as Gwen stood in the doorway. The cool air reminded you that you were still stark naked “Oh! Something only you and I would know! Remember that time we bet who could climb a tree faster, but your pants got snagged on a branch and you had to walk home in a thong? Helplessly you bursted out giggling as your sister’s face turned red in embarrassment while contorting with anger and confusion.

“What the hell?! John promised never to tell anybody about that!” It was rare when Gwen’s voice changed from her usual smug tone to high pitched embarrassment so you savored it while you could.

“And I didn’t, because I pinky swore over Grandma’s grave! And I love Grandma! Plus the same thing happened to me when we were by the lake. Cept that I didn’t have anything else to wear after that.” You rubbed the back of your head in embarrassment being this open wasn’t usually your style.

For a second time Gwen’s eyes went wide as she stood speechless and dumbfounded. “Holy shit it really is you!” Gwen gasped.