A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Bath/Mother/Bluff/DoIt/Dad/Stubborn/Pink/PressOn/Clothed/Normal
Sally turned around to get herself fully dressed, the butterflies in her stomach helping convince her. But she wondered if that wasn't the best option anyway. If she really wanted to talk her parents into this idea then she couldn't go down looking out of sorts. That probably wouldn't help, unless she just willed her way through the fight she'd probably have with mom. Instead, maybe she could walk them through her own thought process. All those pictures of regular people like her that didn't need to bother with clothes must have had similar conversations with other people. So she spent a couple minutes to dig through her dresser, thinking about what she might say, pulling on just the right pair of pink panties, then a pair of pink socks, then some blue sweatpants, then-
"Sally! You're letting your breakfast get cold!"
"I know!" Sally shouted back, before adding "Be right there!" She dug a simple pale pink pony t-shirt out of her closet, one of her old favorites, and slipped it on before nervously looking in the mirror. What if she somehow never wore clothes again? It was a curious thought, and one that brought her butterflies back.
Sally flounced down the stairs in a floppy, depressed kind of way, trying to display the fact that she was unhappy without sharing it outright. Daddy was already eating and Mom delivered Sally's plate to the table once she was seated. Now that she was out of her room it felt like a monumental task to bring up what she wanted to talk about. Thankfully mom felt smug seeing her daughter was dressed much better than the previous morning.
"I suppose someone decided to make herself ready for the day today, hmm?" Ava said in a sweet but condescending tone.
"No. I didn't want to, but..."
Dad couldn't let that pathetic response go by unaddressed. "But what, Sally? What's wrong?"
"I was thinking about yesterday and it just doesn't make sense. Why can I wear some things and not others?"
"There are lots of rules that don't make sense sweetie," noted Ava pointedly. Sally clearly wasn't going to get through to her mom, but that wasn't surprising. "You're still supposed to follow them."
"Okay, but... Daddy, can I show you what I mean?"
"Of course you can, Sally. Go ahead. Show us what's wrong."
Sally stood up, stepped out into the center of the room, then lowered her sweatpants, hopping on one foot while struggling to keep her socks on. Ryan waved at Ava to keep her quiet while their daughter finished stepping out of her pants. Sally pushed them aside with her foot, stretching her bare leg out to the side. She then smoothed out the front of her t-shirt, the hem not quite meeting the edge of her panties once she straightened her back to present herself.
"Okay. So what about this?" she asked, throwing her arms out, her shirt creeping slightly higher. "No one's supposed to see my underwear, right? But what's wrong with them? Why can't I just wear my undies if I want to?"
Ryan gave a contemplative nod. "It's true, that would be considered indecent most places. But it's not a big deal. If you're just at home... we could probably let that one go."
Ava rolled her eyes, but Sally had hoped her dad would be accommodating, as usual.
"Really?"
"Sure! Anything for my favorite daughter."
"Okay!" Sally then pulled her arms into her shirt, stuck them out the bottom, then hoisted her top over her head, tossing it behind her as her arms lifted into the air. Suddenly Sally was standing in front of her parents in nothing but socks and panties, long unbroken spans of bare skin on display. She tried to keep from blushing as she felt quite naughty stripping herself so brazenly in the middle of their kitchen, so she looked down and picked at her nails as casually as she could muster.
"Sally," warned Ava, looking confused as to what just happened.
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? Why did you take your shirt off?"
"But I just asked 'why can't I just wear my undies' and Daddy said it was okay!"
Ava glared at her husband and Ryan chuckled a little. "I suppose I did! That's not quite what I meant, but... fair enough! I'm certainly a man of my word!"
"So this is okay, isn't it?" asked Sally. She angled herself to one side, checking out and showing off the side of her pantied butt, then stood forward and tucked her hair behind her ears.
Trying to protest for a moment, Ava eventually pursed her lips and looked up at the ceiling while shaking her head. "I guess it is," she conceded.
"See, I thought so! Well... then this is the part that doesn't make sense to me."
Sally tucked her thumbs behind the thin elastic at her waist and swiftly bent down, driving her panties to the floor. She stood up, definitely blushing now, as her mom presented an outstretched hand to gesture at her undressing daughter while talking to Ryan.
"Look at what you started!" Ava scolded. Ryan just waved her down again, weirdly amused by the power struggle going on in his house.
"But it doesn't make sense to me! Daddy, you told me yesterday that I don't have to wear pants or anything when I'm sleeping or coming down for breakfast. But you also just said that I don't have to wear a top either when I'm in the house. So if I'm allowed without bottoms, and I'm allowed without a top, why can't I be allowed to go without both?"
"Because now you're just walking around naked!" Ava shot back.
"No I'm not... I still have my socks on," Sally defiantly noted.
Ryan couldn't help but chuckle again. "Alright! Alright. Technically not naked! But you're still very naked sweetie, you have to see that."
"But... what if I want to be like this? What's wrong with being a nudist? I looked it up, you know!" she adds quickly and proudly, almost wanting to cut them off before they could ask her where she learned the word. "It's totally normal. Lots of people do this."
Ava huffed and shook her head. "Yes, and those adults go to special places to do those sorts of things."
"Yeah, I saw! Beaches and parks and things. But it's not just adults, mom!" Sally informed her mother. "Lots of kids go nudist too! Swimming, hiking, gymnastics, lots of things! There are all sorts of pictures on the internet that show it!" Her mom's head whipped to the side again, silently blaming Ryan for giving their daughter his old phone.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" he muttered defensively. "She's your daughter too."
"But it's not just outside either," Sally continued. "They do it at home! All the time! Lots of them do! So why shouldn't I be allowed to do that?"
Ryan and Ava shared another few glances, Ava nodding her head toward Sally with a "fix this" expression. Ryan leaned into the table, struggling to find the right words for a delicate conversation he didn't particularly want to have.
"Listen, sweetheart... Different people live in different ways, and there's nothing wrong with that, but... I think what your mother is trying to say here is that she expects you to wear some clothes when you're in the house."
Sally thought about this for a moment, as if she had to decide. "Then can I choose socks?"
Ryan smirked then turned to his wife, stewing beside him. "She knows what she wants! Or she sure thinks she does. Do you really want to keep fighting this?"