“I guess these will do.” My mother said and with that she closed the door leaving me to replay my humiliation alone in the room.
My Mother treated me like I was invisible and anything I said or wanted didn’t have even the slightest effect on her. I was like a doll or something that needed total care including being dressed.
On my 19th birthday they gave me a beautiful dress. It was red which was totally out of character for my parents as everything I had was plain as plain could be. My Mother had to take it in a bit in the back to make it fit properly so she made me put on the dress for a fitting. Standing in the living room I gave her and my father a twirl and she went to work making me stand on a little stool so she could work on the lower half of the dress.
“Okay take it off.” My mother instructed.
I turned and was going back toward my bedroom.
“No dear take it off here I need to pin some more then you have to try it again.” Mother said like I was completely stupid for not having considered it.
The dress had built in chest support so I was not wearing a bra so I didn’t want to take it off in front of my father. My breast were a full C cup as I had really filled that year which were at least a cup size bigger now then my Mother’s. All my Mother had to do was frown and I knew I had to take it off immediately or suffer. Slowly I lifted the dress over my head with my back to my father wearing only my panties.
“Okay give me a second.” My mother said leaving the room quickly to get something.
I looked back over my shoulder at my Father and his eyes where all over me. I could tell from his look he was not looking at his sweet young Daughter.
“Dad.” I said to break his stare and then I proceeded to twist back and forth a few times looking back over my shoulder as if to tease him.
Father stared at my almost naked frame until her my mother coming back down the hall.
“Got it.” Mom stated “Put this back on dear.”
Feeling a bit more bold I turned and took it from her totally exposing my breasts to my Father and then made a show of slipping it on over my head. I could see his face, but I am sure he got a good look at my body.
The same summer shortly after I got the red dress which I loved I was out on the sun deck getting some rays. My parents had gone to a church function so I tucked the T Shirt I had on under my bra to tan my tummy. I rolled the legs of my shorts up as high as I could to get more of a tan on my legs. Some girls worried about tan lines from their swimsuits… not me I wasn’t allowed to own one. My tan line started mid thigh which I hated. I then fell asleep under the hot sun.
“Get inside now!!!” My mother had grabbed my arm and had lifted me off the sun chair and was dragging me inside the house. “What are you doing out there showing yourself like that to the whole neighborhood?” My mother yelled at me a lot and I knew better then to try to answer or make an excuse. “Are you trying to be a slut?” My Mother continued.
I looked down at myself and I was covered thinking maybe while I was sleeping something happened, but my shirt was still tucked up under my bra and my shorts were still rolled up on my leg.