"Julia?" Nan yelled down the stairs and into the basement bedroom.
Julia opened her eyes.
The basement bedroom was dark.
There was an LED clock on the table next to the bed, and it read 7:15am. Julia had slept the entire night soundly.
She sat up and realized she had kicked the covers off the bed. Moreover, the sheer black nightie she wore had been twisted around her body, with both shoulder straps off, exposing her from the chest down.
She got out of bed and fixed her nightie, then flipped the light switch on the wall, and sat back down on the bed again to collect herself.
"Julia?" Nan called out again.
"Yeah?" Julia answered.
"There's breakfast on the table. Come on up while it's still warm."
Julia looked for her clothes but they weren't where she had left them. She looked all around the bed, but they were gone. She remembered specifically leaving them on the floor next to the bed.
"What happened to my clothes?" She thought.
She didn't want to go upstairs for breakfast wearing the nightie because it was still sheer enough to expose her nude body, and it only covered her crotch by a few inches. She continued to search for her clothes, but could not find them.
Julia stopped to look at herself in the mirror.
"How could Nan even wear this, if it barely covers me?" She wondered.
Julia walked up the stairs and stuck her head out of the doorway. Neither Nan or the old woman was there.
"Nan?" She called out.
"Nan?" She called out again.
Nan appeared in a tank-top and a pair of pajama bottoms. "Yes dear?"
"My clothes? Where are they?"
"Oh, I'm washing them right now. They should be ready in a few hours. Come on up and have some breakfast."
Julia was struck. Did Nan walk into the basement and gather them while she was still asleep? Did she her naked body tangled in the twisted nightie?
"A few hours?" She replied.
"Mmm, hmm." Nan answered.
Julia didn't realize that Nan and her mother normally hung their laundry outside to dry, and because it had been raining yesterday and now today, they would have to hang her clothes inside.
Nan waited for Julia come out from behind the doorway.
Julia looked troubled. "Um..." She sounded.
Nan chuckled. "It's alright, you're among women here."
Julia wanted to skip breakfast and just wait in the basement. But because Nan stood there waiting for her, and because they had offered so much hospitality, she felt pressured to come out.
Julia paused, but put a foot out and brought herself from behind the doorway, and then took cautious steps towards the kitchen, but waited for Nan to lead the way.
Instead, Nan took a few steps back and looked at Julia. "That nightie fits you just fine, looks like."
Julia put her hands down to her sides, pinching the bottom of the nightie to keep it pulled down. She walked towards the kitchen quickly. Her nude body was exposed by the bright light of the kitchen.
"Oh dear, did Nan get you that?" The old woman asked.
Julia didn't answer, and just took a seat at the table.
"Don't you have anything better she can wear?" She asked Nan.
"No, not anything that'll fit her." She answered, smiling slightly.
The old woman shook her head and continued eating.
Outside, Lara had already been up for a couple hours. She had already ventured outdoors in the cold morning air, managing to sneak out while it had stopped raining to relieve herself as the clouded dawn was breaking in.
But she had returned to the barn, opting to stay snuggled between the warm blankets on the bedding of hay. The barn provided Lara a sense of protection. It was large, but strong enough to weather countless storms over numerous decades, yet the hay and blankets contrasted it with softness and warmth.
Lara felt a feeling of eroticism in this way, her fully nude body under the protection of something larger and stronger, but offering a cocoon of soft, warm comfort. And it was already heightened by a sense of satisfaction in her life from having left home fully nude, with nothing to her name, and as free as the wind.
The feeling instinctively caused her hand to reach down and sooth herself. She closed her eyes and basked in the comfort of memories and fantasies while connecting with the little girl inside.
"Lara?" Nan called, while walking in with a tray of breakfast.
Lara was startled, and turned her head. She was caught in a transition from her "real Lara" and the six-year old girl. She could feel a strange feeling of separation inside her.
"I brought you some breakfast."
Lara smiled, struggling to regain herself. "Oh, thanks!"
