I've always been a free spirit, a bit of a rebel. And that extends to my wardrobe choices, or lack thereof, at home. My family, well, they're used to seeing me in my birthday suit around the house. It's just how I roll.It all started when I turned 18. I came home from school one day, stripped off my uniform right there in the living room, and announced, "I'm done with clothes!" Mom looked up from her knitting, raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Suit yourself, honey." Dad was engrossed in his football game, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. My little brother, Jake, just grinned and said, "Cool!"And so began my nudist life at home. I'd strut around, bare as the day I was born, not a care in the world. It was liberating, like I was shedding the constraints of society along with my clothes. Sure, I'd throw on a robe if we had company over, but when it was just us, I was all natural, all the time.Mom and Dad were pretty chill about it. They'd remind me to put on some su
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