It was not long once she had walked from the shower to her room when she heard Tom and her father coming up the stairs and down the hall. All Tom said when he came in the room was “OK.” Her father didn’t even say that. They looked around the room and began picking up her dresses. She had spread them in piles around the room just to try and sort them. Fashion, age, length, she was not sure which belonged where. Watching her father and Tom just pick them up by the hangers surprised her. Didn’t they know? Those don’t go together! You’re leaving that one behind when it goes with this one. She had to do something.

“Dad, those don’t go together. That one belongs with these.”

“Kimberly, all of them are going. It won’t matter how. Someone else will sort them out.”

Her father was right. Her sense of fashion and her attachment to her beautiful clothes was still going strong. She stood by as her father and Tom placed hanger after hanger over their hands and lifted giant piles of dresses into the air and out the door. She looked at her bedroom still piled high with clothes and thought about what it would look like with all of them gone.

Soon the guys made their way back to her room for more. She had not moved, she just stood there in total surprise. Now she fully understood her father’s decision from last night. Kimberly was a nudist now and it would be for keeps. With that decided the clothes had to go. Her father looked at Kimberly “Are you feeling OK?” and handed her a rolled up garbage bag and said “Why don’t you empty the drawers out.” She stared as he and Tom hauled out another massive load of dresses.

She opened the bag and went to her dresser. She pulled out one drawer at a time and took out all her nice cotton and linen underwear. She pushed them into the bag and tried to feel confident but it was difficult. All of these clothes were very familiar to her, like old friends. The guys were just emptying out her room as if it were all trash. She couldn’t help it. She still had feelings about all her clothes. Then she looked at herself in the mirror over her dresser. There she was, her sad face above her pale naked breasts out for everyone to see. She wondered if any other nudists had problems giving up their clothes. Probably not like hers. Her clothes were her great collection, gathered and obsessed over for many years. But she had made her decision already. She was a nudist now and all this had to go. Her bras and panties were next, some of them precious favorites but in they went. After that her slips, camisoles and even her risque thongs she hardly ever wore.

By the time she was pushing in the last empty drawer she had a very full bag of underwear. But there was still more. Underwear and other clothes were hanging on doors and hooks and piled on other objects all around the room. Her father and Tom walked back in and her father looked at her bag and asked “Can you take that down yourself?” She wasn’t sure but decided she had to do it. She struggled to lift the bag and throw it over her shoulder. “Whoa! You should drag it till you get to the front door. We can carry it from there.” She stood uneasily with the bag on her shoulder and had trouble getting it through her bedroom door. Once at the top of the stairs she decided her father was right. She got in front of it and dragged the bag behind her down the stairs.

She noticed that her mother’s big blue robe was again resting over the banister at the bottom of the stairs. She thought she might investigate what that was about but felt the need to complete her current task; actually getting rid of her clothes, all of them. Her father had clearly agreed and arranged it so it would be quick, complete, and there would be no going back. Once at the front door she again hefted the bag onto her back and carefully stepped down to the front lawn. The stone path was cold but not wet like the grass had been. She had to walk carefully down the path to keep her balance. On the way to the street, naked and bent over, she thought about what a picture she was making. All her clothes weighing her down and making her look ridiculous, since she was keeping her “valuable clothes” in a garbage bag and struggling to keep them all with her. Owning clothes had been an effort. She was a little proud that she was actually giving them up.

Once she got to the back of the van she was careful to let the bag down behind her on the deck so she wouldn’t have to pick it up again. She turned around to see what kind of van it was. It must have been made for laundry or a cleaner’s store. There were rods for hanging clothes on all the way to the back of the van. Her old dresses were hanging in the very front, near the big space behind the front seats. There were a lot of clothes but nowhere near enough to fill the van. She wondered how full it would get once the rest of her clothes came down. The magnitude of her collection started to sink in, but more than that was the finality of the day. She may have signed up yesterday to be a nudist for life but today was the day. Her bedroom would be empty of clothing. She felt a twinge of fear from that. She wasn’t just going to live nude but live nude with no other options.

The guys were right behind her with more dresses. They hung them up and encouraged her to come back in and help some more. They blocked open the front door to help with their efforts. Tom and her father could see Kimberly was nervous about what was going on though she tried very hard not to let them. But they did not slow down. The more clothes that left the bigger the room got and the smaller Kimberly felt. The big clothed men taking everything away leaving little naked Kimberly behind. In the end the guys made more than ten trips each, greatly expanding the space hidden in the bedroom. Kimberly kept filling bags but stayed in the bedroom and watched her clothes disappear.

When it was finished Kimberly was outside standing with Tom as he tried to roll down the door of the van. The dresses and bags were now bursting out the back making it difficult to close. She was surprised by the amount of clothing in the end but resolved herself that it was good to move it out, to start clean and strictly naked. Her father thanked Tom for his help and told Kimberly that he had called ahead to the high end resale shop to let the owner, a Mr. Klein, know Tom was on the way. No one had suggested that she go along with but she would have insisted. She had to see that it was all sold and at the best price she could get.

Tom would have preferred to take the clothes away himself since having Kimberly around, totally nude, gave him an erection he could hardly manage. He was always turning away and reaching in his pockets to pull or push it aside. He had to work out how to drive this great van without looking in her direction, which would be impossible. He could see that the events of the morning put her in a thoughtful state that he did not want to disturb. Even without these events he still could not understand how a naked girl could live her life, or why Kimberly wanted to be one. Still it was tense not talking with her for the trip.

Kimberly was fine with going nude to take her clothes to the high fashion re-sellers out in Scarborough. She had gone through the mall naked, home as well and could see it was the next, perhaps final step. Her father was right again, she had to embrace her naked world and let go of her clothes. What had made her wonder again about the consequences was her parents. On his last trip to the van her father had carried just one thing, her mother’s giant blue bathrobe. She had asked him about it and her mother while he hung it up and pressed it in among the rest. “Don’t worry about it. Everything will be OK.” he said.

Once she had climbed into the van, her bare feet not enjoying the tough treads on the way up, she buckled herself in the passenger side. Just as Tom started the engine and pulled out Kimberly looked at the house and saw them. Her mother and father were out on the lawn outside the front door. Her mother was nude, nude outdoors in front of the house. Her mother was totally naked and bare foot. They were both smiling and waving. She could see her mothers pale old skin as it sagged from her stomach and around her hips. She could see her breasts hang from her chest with her large, very brown nipples. She could see her mother’s large patch of gray and black pubic hair masking her genitals. Kimberly waved back with her mouth open. She wondered why her mother was naked, naked outside, in the open; then Kimberly knew. Her mother was naked because of her. Kimberly’s father had insisted that everything would be alright but now she wondered what that meant. Her father’s strong will had made quick work of Kimberly’s nudist registration, helping her get rid of her clothes, all of them. She wondered what it was doing to her mother. She would have to find out more about that later.