I felt shy about being nude in a public setting, so I asked my boyfriend to help me. He put me in the corner of his house on a day when his parents were having friends over for a party. He told me I had to sit there until I was ready to strip, and that I couldn’t leave until I was naked.
I sat and listened to the party going in the other rooms of the house. It was only a matter of chance that no one stumbled upon me, in my underwear. I waited a long time, my heart pounding, until finally I built up the courage to take off my skimpy clothes.
I continued to sit in the corner, praying no one would see me. Except my boyfriend, of course. In fact, I was also praying that he would come back and verify that I got naked, and then I could put my clothes back on again.
Eventually, I realized that if anyone saw me covering myself like that, they would know I was naked and ashamed. I also realized that my bald pussy was just skin, like any other skin, and its little lips would hide anything pink and juicy down there.
Once I realized that my skin covered me up just as well as my clothes ever did, I realized I was, in a way, fully clothed. I arched my back, and strutted my stuff right into my parents’ party. Sure enough, my extreme confidence in myself was enough for everyone to accept me in my nudity, including my boyfriend, who was very proud of himself for training me to be comfortable naked in public.