Valerie could hear the sounds of her mother in the kitchen; she always got up early so that she could have a proper breakfast. (Her father got up later, content to have a piece of toast before dashing out the door.) Quietly so to not attract attention, she snuck down the hallway to find a towel. Maybe she could ask her mother what happened to her clothing.
She quietly opened the linen closet, and hastily grabbed a towel. But then she couldn't think of what to do with it. She experimentally raised it to her head before realizing stupidly that tying it onto her head would do nothing to cover her breasts and her thatch. She tried holding it a around waist height, but she just couldn't figure out what to do with it.
"Hello dear," her mother said, giving Valerie the scare of her life. Her body flushed deep pink with the embarrassment of being caught naked in the hallway by her mom.
"Um, mom," Valerie said sheepishly, "I don't know what happened to my clothes."
"Your clothes?" Valerie's mother asked. "I washed your socks yesterday if that's what you mean, they should be in your dresser." She didn't seem distressed about Valerie's nakedness at all, which was really strange considering that her father and brother were due to come out for breakfast at any moment.
Valerie struggled to make sense of the situation. "Um, no, mom, I mean things like panties and shirts and trousers... they're all gone."
Val's mother looked at her strangely. "What on earth are you talking about, Valerie? You don't have any of those. You haven't worn anything like that since you were eight. Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a bit flush," her mother said, quickly feeling Valerie's forehead, patting a cheek, and lightly grasping her left breast. "Hm, you feel pretty warm," she said, letting the breast go after a short moment.
Valerie was in shock. "Mom? Did you just feel me up?"
Valerie's mother was unperturbed. "Just checking for a fever. You feel a little warm, but nothing unusual. Why don't you come down and have a cup of coffee this morning, Val; I think maybe you just need to wake up a bit."
"But --- mom, I'm naked," Valerie protested, unable to believe her ears; he mother telling her to nonchalantly sit nude at the breakfast table!
"Valerie Janine Waters, you aren't any more naked now than you've been at breakfast every day for the past eleven years. You can relax." Her mother patted her affectionately on the buttocks. "Let's get you a coffee to wake up those sleepy nudist brain-cells of yours."
Valerie found herself timidly walking towards the kitchen, feeling very exposed and confused. |