Rachel resolved to talk to Coach Ron to ask for an exemption from school pride day.  It was the best option available to her.  She would threaten to resign from the team.  He knew what a good swimmer she was.  Surely that had to carry some weight.

Her backup plan was to call in sick.  She would have to convince Eric’s mom she really was sick.  Just the thought of walking into the school wearing her uniform made her feel sick, so she didn’t think convincing Eric’s mom would be too difficult.

Just then, the woman returned carrying something.  At first it didn’t register with Rachel what she was holding.  It looked like a wad of tulle mesh fabric.  She thought it was some sort of specialized cloth for removing carpet stains, but that didn’t exactly fit.  Then Eric’s mother spread the fabric out and the realization struck Rachel.

This wasn’t meant for cleaning the carpet, it was meant for her to wear!  Rachel gasped and started to speak up in protest, but Eric’s mom preempted her, “It took me a while to find something that would fit you.  I hope you will take better care of this than the last one.  It’s very expensive.  I’m going to need you to clean the stain on the carpet.  I would hate to have to replace the whole room because of your carelessness.  But that can wait til later.”

“But I can’t wear this!  It’s too revealing.” Rachel pleaded.

“Why, I don’t see anything wrong with it” her voice took on a patronizing tone.  “It’s no more revealing than your swimsuit was.  You looked just fine in that.” Another twinge of jealousy.  Rachel had looked more than just fine in her suit.  Even the professional lingerie model on the tag when she bought this teddy did not look as good as Rachel would in it.  In her defense, the model had been wearing the matching boy-short bottoms.  Rachel would be sporting only the ample natural gifts that she had been blessed with.

“But-” Rachel’s further protest was cut off with a stern voice.

“No buts, young lady.  I don’t care if you wear this or your suit, or your birthday suit.  You can even wear that towel to the dinner table if you prefer.  Because of your delays, dinner is cold.  While you live here, you need to follow our schedule.  Hurry up and get down there so we can begin.”  With another stern look, Eric’s mom whisked out the room and back downstairs.

Dismayed, Rachel turned to the nightgown.  She wouldn’t even call it a gown.  She picked it up.  The wispy fabric was practically weightless.  There were some frilly parts along the edges and a latch.

Still reeling from the news about school pride day and unable to think straight, She needed time to process. Having already angered her enough because of the stain, she didn’t want to offend Eric’s mother by turning down her offer to loan a nightgown.  But she wasn’t expecting her to offer this.  Rachel had to make a decision quick.

She would rather put her uniform back on.  It was still exposure, but at least they had already seen her in that.  It was a necessary exposure as part of a professional uniform.  But this nightgown was designed to send completely different signals.  It was meant to be sexy.

Her just washed hair was pleading not to go back in the swim cap.  And she would have to take her gloves off to hold the silverware.  So wearing her suit to dinner equaled wearing nothing but the clear belt.  She shivered at that thought.  Trying on the nightgown first might help her decide. So, she carefully closed the door before shrugging her towel off.

As she tried to figure out how to wear the nightgown, she pondered how silly it was that she had closed the door.  Here she was about to walk down wearing a see through nightgown and eat dinner in front of three people whom she had already exposed her whole body to.  And she was being modest about taking a towel off?  Absurd!

She found what she thought were the right holes and fit her arms through.  The latch came together in front right between her breasts.  There were ruffles around the arm holes but no sleeves.  There was only transparent mesh fabric encasing her breasts.  The extra pockets of fabric in front were designed for breasts fit inside.

Rachel’s amply filled the extra space completely with no room to spare.  The same fabric split at the latch and continued down, widening as it reached her tummy so that her belly button and everything below was perfectly framed but completely exposed.  The fabric on each side of her then ended at her waste and curved back to meet just above her bottom.  Thinking it must be a two piece, Rachel looked around the floor to see if she had dropped the other half.  She found none.  Just then an expectant, firm voice came from downstairs, “Rachel, honey…”

She was out of time.  If she had seen herself in a mirror, she would never have gone downstairs.  She rationalized Eric’s mother’s words that this was no worse than the swimsuit.  In reality it was much, much worse.  She took a deep breath and called down “coming”.  Then she opened the door and stepped into the hall.

The first thing she noticed was her chest.  It was the strangest sensation.  She didn’t need a bra for support at her age.  Her breasts stood high in the same position weather she was wearing a bra or not.  The bra mostly served to keep them under wraps and prevent embarrassing jiggling.  Now her boobs were sending the signal to her brain that they were encased just like normal.  But as she walked, they jiggled freely back and forth with each step under the mesh fabric.

She looked down at them and couldn’t help but do a little jump to see how they would react.  Sure enough her breasts bounced and jiggled like they were exposed, all the while sending her brain the all clear signal.  Rachel enjoyed the sensation.  It was exhilarating.  The bouncing and jiggling created friction on her nipples.  On command, they came to attention under the fabric.  The straining pink tips served to stretch the already full fabric on her chest to its limit.

The transparent white fabric might not be so bad, she thought as she approached the stairs.  Her normally milky white skin would sort of blend in with it.  That was not the case, however.  Because even after battling under a long shower, the damn tanning oil refused to budge from her body.  It caused her to have bronzed skin that glistened like it was still wet.  She wished she had never put the damn stuff on, and then she remembered Eric and backed off her initial protest.

Eric’s family was sitting at the table watching expectantly as Rachel came downstairs.  She had no idea how she looked.  She did know she was flashing a lot of skin and that everything from the waste down was exposed.  She was trusting in their reaction to tell her if she had made a grave mistake.

Eric noticed the trusting look on her face immediately and felt for her.  His mom had prepped the family that she was loaning Rachel a nightgown, but he didn’t expect her to come down in this.  He made an effort to put on an inviting smile and saw her face brighten as a result.

Eric’s dad made no such effort.  He just stared at her body, gripping the table with both hands like he was a kid on his favorite roller-coaster ride.  Eric’s mom spoke first.  “Welcome to dinner, Honey”, followed by his dad, “Yes.  Welcome, Rachel.”

Those were the first words Eric’s dad had spoken to her.  His tone was normal, but she really wished he would stop leering at her.  The table would help cover her, so Rachel took some quick steps toward her chair.  This simple motion caused the bottom of her gown to catch the air.  It really did seem weightless.  It floated up behind her framing a spectacular view of her blossoming body.  She was the perfect angel.  Rachel reached back to pull it down.  Her embarrassment only added to the seductiveness of her outfit as she rushed to sit down.

The chair was cold on her exposed bottom.  At least she could pull under the table and keep her lower half hidden.  There was no such luck for her upper half.  Eric’s dad watched every breath as her perfect chest rose and fell under the fabric.  He started to ask his wife where she got that nightie but stopped before he got in real trouble.  He had not been paying enough attention to her in that department lately.  She would probably blame him for not remembering it.

Despite starving, Rachel didn’t eat much.  The butterflies in her stomach prevented her from enjoying it.  Dinnertime was short on conversation.  Eric was careful not to spook the mostly naked girl across the table from him.  His dad was drooling over the scene like he was watching a porno.  Who could blame him?  With Rachel’s young, oily, tanned body in that outfit she did look pornographic.  Uncomfortable, Rachel was pressing down hard in the hope she would disappear into the chair.  So Eric’s mom did most of the talking.

She casually brought up the topics of the day and watched in amusement as they all fell flat around the table.  She didn’t care.  She was feeling better now that she was watching her plan run its course.  Mercifully, dinner came to an end without further incident.  Rachel was planning to escape to her room for the rest of the night, but Eric’s mom had other plans for her.  She waited until Rachel stood up and turned toward the stairs.

“Rachel, honey, would you mind helping me with the dishes?”

Rachel stopped, her cute little, completely exposed bottom curving out from below the nightgown.  She wanted to whine a protest that she wasn’t feeling well, but remembered her resolve to be an angel tonight so she just smiled back and said “sure”.

Eric’s dad was still sitting there appreciating the view.  He turned to his wife about to offer to help with the dishes too.  The thought of getting soapy with Rachel in that outfit got his motor running.  But his wife gave him a deadly look.  He hadn’t offered to help with the dishes in years.  Resigned, he took one last look at the firm bottom and went to watch TV in the family room.  Eric followed him.  He had to write some apology letters as punishment from his prank that morning.  Rachel turned back to the table and started clearing dishes in her nightgown, thankful that Eric’s dad was not around to watch the show.

After cleaning the dishes, Eric’s mom handed her a brush and a bucket full of soap and told her to go clean the stain from her carpet.  By now Rachel’s nap had worn off and exhaustion was setting in.  She was looking forward to bed as soon as Eric’s mom released her from chore duty.

She got down on her knees and started scrubbing.  The position caused her nightgown to bunch up under her arms and her bottom to be thrust in the air.  She hoped Eric would not come up the stairs and see her like this.  She just wanted to be done with it and get some sleep but the stain wasn’t going away.  After 20 minutes of vigorous scrubbing, she came back down to find Eric’s mother who was reading a magazine in the family room with everyone else.

Rachel didn’t want to go in there.  She held the bucket in front of her pussy.  It was the best she could do to cover up.  She looked like a sexy maid reporting for duty with her skin still glistening from the tanning oil.  Her breasts were heaving from the exertion of scrubbing.  She didn’t even have to say a word.  As soon as she stepped in the doorway, Eric’s dad sensed she was there, paused the TV and turned to address her.

She blushed at the scrutiny.  “Um”, she tried to catch her breath, “I tried to get the carpet clean.  But it doesn’t seem to be working.  Do you have anything stronger?”  Eric’s mom smiled.  “That’s ok Rachel.  I think you learned your lesson.  I’ll take care of the carpet tomorrow.  Put the bucket away then you can come in here to finish your homework.”  Rachel turned away thankful that her day was over.  Then the words sunk in. “Oh, I don’t have any homework.” Eric’s mother folded her magazine.  “Actually, I think you do sweetie…TO BE CONTINUED