"We're home!" Kelsey's mother, Janet, announced as she stepped into the house, a bit too loudly for Kelsey's liking.
"Welcome back, gir–errrrrrr?" From the couch where he was watching TV, Kelsey's father, Daniel, did a double take and trailed off as he took in his daughter's naked form.
"We have some big changes to make around here, as you can see," said the older woman. To emphasize her point, she put a hand on her daughter's lower back, just above her rear end, and lightly shoved her forward. Kelsey squeaked in surprise. "Kelsey has decided to adopt the nudist lifestyle."
"Mom!" Kelsey protested.
"Is she now?" said Daniel. He put his program on pause and stood up, patting some imaginary dust off his shirt. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She is your daughter after all."
Kelsey was dumbfounded. "Wait...you're okay with this too?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Daniel said with a good-hearted chuckle. "Your mother used to be quite the naturist too, you know." At this, his smile faded as he and his wife exchanged a meaningful glance. "Well, I'll let you two get to it then," he added, and headed off to the kitchen. His wife followed.
'Let us get to it?' What does he mean by that? Kelsey asked herself. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. So weird, it was giving her a headache. She needed a moment to get her bearings. Giving her brow a much needed massage, the teenager marched up the stairs to her bedroom. However, she didn't get two steps into the doorway before her mother suddenly appeared behind her. With a bundle of garbage bags in hand.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Kelsey asked when Janet breezed past her and went straight for her dresser.
"What do you think, sweetie? We need to clear your room of the things you won't be needing anymore.
"My things? What do you...." Then she remembered what Amanda's family had been doing the last time she saw them. How they were in the process of donating her friend's clothes to charity. The same thing was about to happen to Kelsey! "We can't do that!"
"Of course we do," said Janet. "They're just going to take up space in your room, and our house, otherwise."
"But, but...but I might need them! You said it yourself, most places don't allow public nudity!"
"I also said this town was more relaxed," Janet repeated cryptically. She opened the top drawer, where Kelsey kept her bras and panties. "Nobody likes secondhand underwear, so there's no need to sort through this stuff. We can just send these things to a raghouse."
"Mom!" Kelsey cried as she watched her mom start callously dumping her assorted bras and panties into a bag. "You don't need to do this!"
"Yes, we do," said Janet in a sudden commanding tone she seldom ever used. "We must do this." Dropping the bags, she wheeled around and placed a firm hand on her daughter's bare shoulders with enough force it froze the naked girl in place.
Kelsey was about to argue, but the way Janet's eyes were boring into her killed whatever words her mind could formulate. Her mother never looked this serious or intense before. Kelsey could help but feel a little scared.
"I understand exactly what you're doing and what you're going through," said Janet. "I was just like you once. Just wanted to shuck my clothes off and live in my natural state. All the time, everywhere. Forever. But, believe me when I tell you this: it's hard. You may be a nudist at heart, but you'll still have the inclination to dress yourself. It's like a drug; no matter how much you want to quit, you'll still fall back."
Janet's eyes shimmered with moisture. She looked like she was about to break into tears any moment. Kelsey honestly didn't know what to say, so she kept silent.
Janet continued. "I told you when I was your age, I dabbled a little in going naked, right? Dabbling was all I was capable of doing. But the truth is I never wanted to dabble. I wanted to be free! I wanted to be nude everywhere a girl could be nude."
Kelsey finally found her voice. "If that's true...why is this the first time I've ever heard about it? Why aren't you...why haven't I ever seen you act like a nudist before?"
Her mother sighed sadly as she let go of Kelsey's shoulders and trudged over to her bed to have a seat. "Believe me, I wanted to be, but I was still...ashamed of being seen nude by other people. I was barely able to manage with my boyfriends, your father included, but I could never so much as strip down in front of friends, family or strangers. I couldn't even bear to go to a nudist resort or a clothing-optional beach. I told myself I would work myself up, take baby steps, be naked for increasingly greater amounts of time, show myself off to more people. But I always got cold feet. I loved the feeling of having no clothes on my body, of being in places where it would be considered 'improper' to be nude...but being seen that way filled me with so much humiliation that I would always, eventually, retreat back to the safety of clothing."
As Janet talked, Kelsey sat next to her on the bed, listening intently to her every word.
"Clothes were a crutch. As long as some were nearby, as long as some were accessible, I would always put them on. I would never have to face my shame for long, I would never have to bear the humiliation that nudity would bring me. And as such...I was never able to overcome that very shame and humiliation. I wanted so desperately to be a nudist...but I was too weak to go through with it. And as I grew older, got a job, married your father, raised you up...there were just fewer opportunities and reasons for me to ever live my nudist dream. It just...passed me by."
Kelsey could only sit there in stunned silence. All this time, she had been living under the roof of a closeted nudist, and she didn't even realize it. And if her Truth or Dare game with Amanda hadn't gone so off the rails, she might never have found out. How someone like her mother could keep such a big part of herself a secret for so long was mind-boggling to the teen.
But while it may have been mind-boggling to her, it was clearly very heart-rending for her mother. Janet had fallen silent, and was busy wiping tears away from her eyes. Kelsey didn't know what to think about that. She couldn't imagine why this, of all things, would stir so many emotions up in a person. Her mom was breaking down because she didn't get to be naked? What kind of lame thing was that to cry over? But on the other hand...
I guess it can't be easy to not live as your true self...
"Mom," Kelsey said, putting a comforting hand on her mother's shoulders.
"I'm alright," said Janet. "I've grown past that. I'm...indoctrinated by clothing now, and what society says is proper. There's no way I can ever be a nudist now. And I accept that..."
Kelsey wasn't sure she believed her.
"...but it doesn't have to be that way for you! You're young. And you're far more eager and excited for the nudist lifestyle than I ever was! I saw you walk out of your own friend's house completely naked. You have the potential to live the life I always dreamed of.
"That is why we must get rid of your clothes! If you're to live as a nudist, then we have to ensure you can't get dressed so easily. Should the urge to cover yourself ever come, it will be easier to resist when you have nothing to cover yourself with at all! If someone had done that for me so long ago, then I wouldn't have fallen into old habits. Maybe...just maybe I would have had the courage to raise you properly as a proud nudist woman."
Janet grabbed her daughter's shoulders again and looked her directly in the eye with that same intensity as before, only this time, she was absolutely beaming with pride and determination. "I can't let this opportunity slip past you as I did for me, Kelsey. I won't! I will do everything in my power to ensure you can live the life you were always meant to live! As a strong, beautiful, and wonderfully nude woman!"
Kelsey wanted to tell her mother that this was not the life she was always meant to live. This was just a dare that was going horribly wrong. But...her mother looked so happy and spirited about the prospect of her daughter being a nudist. Happier than the naked teen had ever seen in her life. If...she said "No" to it, she'd feel like she kicked a puppy.
"I...understand, Mom."
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