Part 1
You turn your head up towards the hot stream of water coming towards you. You let the shower head rain warmth over your body, desiring the steam may somehow help clear your head. You hoped an extra warm shower may calm your nerves, but no such luck could be found.
You heavily sigh, stepping from the shower. To avoid making a mess, you of course wrap a heavy towel around your body. Tightly bound in it, you let it absorb the excess wetness from your body. You shift and pull the material, to better dry yourself. Catching your reflection in your mirror, you try to psych yourself up. You tell your reflection that it can do this, that it can handle the night to come.
With a second towel you dry your hair, and after the time with it, you hang it up to your side. Instinct carries you to your door and you open it up. You're facing into your room and you step out of the bathroom. Your foot finds itself setting forwards towards your closet and drawer. You stop.
In your closet and drawer are a number of outfits. Shirts, dresses, skirts, pants, and of course even underwear. Normally you'd head right to your bottom drawer and find some form of cotton panties to slip up your legs. You'd secure your breasts in the matching bra. With a bit of time, you'd find some sort of outfit to wear. On a warm summer night, a pair of shorts and a tank top would have been very comfortable. Yet none of those were an option on this night.
You pull yourself away from your room, and turn back to the bathroom. In defeat you remove the towel that was wrapped around your body. You hold it up and place it on the hook. Normally, despite living alone, you'd have had the modesty to wait till you were dressed to return the towel to its hook.
You hang your head down whilst grabbing the edge of the countertop. You stare first down into the sink. You look up and at your reflection again. She's already blushing, and you actually giggle lightly, chastising your reflection for being so easily flustered.
Of course you know there's little point dwelling. Your fate had been sealed since the night before. Trying to put on a brave face, you begin to attend to what you can. You turn to your hair, not having much else to really prepare.
You see your bare body in the mirror. You think about how it is as it is, your body not hidden beneath some clothing. The total lack of security, the inability to hide your true self... it makes you shiver. You consider what cosmetics you could use, almost even humoring the idea of perhaps applying some to your body. Would applying a blush to your breasts be beneficial? Would it make them look better? Did you want them to look better and be more worth looking at? Would it really matter?
In the end, you decided you were dressed au naturel, so you might as well be that way totally. No makeup, no jewelry, no anything. You weren't sure if it was your best look, but it was "a" look, and it seemed most appropriate.
Stepping back from the mirror, you gaze at yourself. You gaze at the naked reflection. Your body was freshly cleaned and hair properly tamed. Your face was still red, and it wasn't about to recede most likely. Lower your eyes move, and your bare chest sticks out. Each mound atop your chest isn't without some sort of curve of course, and it's painfully obvious. Your nipples have begun to poke forwards, and you hope it's just a matter of your body cooling since leaving the hot shower.
You're almost ready to shake as you see you're just as naked lower. Your stomach exposed, just how much you work out would be clear. You brush your palms on your hips, and try not to think too much about the area directly between them. Earlier, you had made sure to groom the area to what you felt would be best, though that wasn't a decision that was easy to make.
Turning to the side, you look at your hip and the way your behind curves away from your back. It's all so surreal. These last few moments in front of the mirror, it was just reinforcing your worries, your worries of just how naked you really were. You had felt it plenty, but now you had reaffirmed that fact.
Patting your cheeks, you resign yourself to your plan. You dread it, but backing out doesn't seem an option either. You leave the bathroom, and do your best to even ignore looking to your closet and drawer again. You just turn once entering your room and head right towards the hallway.
Nerves get to you as you're reminded of your natural state of modesty. Leaving your room totally bare was more than the average evening. One can only wonder how you'll get through the evening if just this is starting to cause you to feel different.
You cross your arms over your chest, if only to try and eliminate some of the buoyant feeling of your unsecure breasts bobbing. Seems every little movement is reminding you of your nudity. Bare feet on the carpet are just one of the other many signs reminding you. Your forearm brushes on the wall. It still makes you feel vulnerable in this situation, even though that'd have been possible in your desired tank top.
The trek down the small hall has you in the living room. Your senses feel heightened, and you wonder about perhaps turning the air down a little, you hadn't really considered the fact you would be without the extra warmth that clothes could given, even if it would be just a few thing layers of cotton. Your mind keeps wandering, and you gaze about. You had the sense to shut the curtains earlier at least, so any evening joggers wouldn't be able to spy in at your state of undress.
You see the clock to the side, and thankfully your shower and prep did at least bring you closer to the designated time. Waiting would have been too dreadful if you'd finished too soon, now at least you'd be able to get things over with. Such blessings were coupled with the curse of your adrenaline rushing, knowing you had no time to try and relax. It won't be long till the embarrassment truly begins. The stakes were about to increase tenfold for sure.
Dropping your arms to the side, you try to take one more look at your body. It's a quick look, as you can't bear to stare down at it. Nothing is there besides you, and it's a nearly paralyzing thought. Your arms wrap around your chest, if only to feel the security. Your breasts are pushed down by an overlaid arm. Your thighs nestle around the sides of your hand. It's not enough; your third usually hidden spot, your pert bottom, isn't hidden. Your bare hips and ribs and shoulders and thighs and more are all revealed as well, just adding to the feeling.
You gasp as you hear the doorbell. Of course they're right on time! Of course you wouldn't have another chance to back out or at least get used to the feelings overwhelming you! So many doubts and worries flood your mind. The chime sounds again.
"I've got this," you mutter. You shamble to the door, your arms and hands not moving from their attempts to cover your body. This was what you had to do. Your mind screams for you to turn and run to your room, to put something on, but it's ultimately ignored.
