My brother Scott. “Finally got here,” he said. “You wouldn’t believe how much trouble I had just trying to
get some beer.” He carried two large boxes with him, one which was bottles, and the other which was cans. He
didn’t need to be invited in, so he just carried them straight to the kitchen.
“Glad you finally got here,” I said. “Pam’s already here. Have you ever met Rachel?” I asked.
Scott caught sight of her. “No, I’d remember you,” he said to her. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“So you’re the great Scott I’ve heard so much about?” Rachel asked him.
“Oh, stop kidding,” he said. “This idiot never talks about me.”
“Sure he does,” Rachel contradicted.
Scott said, “I’m sure it’s all of the ‘Scott resents our parents for spoiling Pam and not paying enough
attention to him’ variety, isn’t it?”
“N-no?” Rachel both stammered and questioned.
“Well it should be, because it’s true,” Scott laughed. “That’s OK, Pam’s generally a sweetheart.”
“Yea, she finally admitted it to me,” I told him.
“Admitted what?” Scott asked.
“You know,” I said.
Scott looked at me curiously. “She told me that a while ago, bro,” he said. “You didn’t know?”
“I suspected,” I said. “But I didn’t know for sure.”
“I just asked her once,” he said. “She didn’t hide it. What does it matter, we’re all gonna be lesbians
soon, am I right?”
“You sound like you’re more accepting of this now,” I said.
He nodded. “What’s the point of whining about it?” he said. “But let me show you something, too,” he added.
He took off his ball cap and showed me something quite different for him. Scott had unfortunately been
afflicted by the bald gene. Though he was only 26 his hairline had clearly begun to recede. However the
spots on his head that had already lost their hair were now covered in hair follicles. “No more worrying
about being bald for me!” he said.
Pam walked into the kitchen and glimpsed our brother’s head. “You’re growing hair! Isn’t it great?” she
exclaimed. She walked over and hugged him.
“I suppose it is,” he said. Scott made a weird face and lifted his feet off the ground one at a time. “I
need to sit down,” he said. He sat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table and proceeded to scratch at his
ankles, just above his shoes. Then he removed both his shoes and then both of his socks. “Yikes, these
things are killing me,” he said as he picked up his socks from the ground. He put his shoes back on, however.
Rachel looked at me knowingly. “You know what,” she said. “Give those to me.” Scott handed her the socks.
She ran out of the room and the three of us followed her into the living room. Rachel went into the spare
room and retrieved Pam’s bra, then went into my room and grabbed my boxers. She came back into the living
room and picked up Joyce’s skirt, then her own sneakers. She took all of the clothes and then simply dumped
them in a pile on the living room floor.
“What’s up with that?” Scott asked.
“We’ve all just felt like not wearing a piece of clothing at some point today,” Rachel said. “You took off
your socks, I took off my shoes, your brother took off his boxers, your sister took off her bra, and my friend
Joyce here took off her skirt. Oh, you haven’t met Joyce yet.”
Joyce stood up from the couch. “Hi, I’m Joyce. You must be Scott,” she said. She walked toward Scott and
offered her hand. Scott, however, was taken aback when he saw Joyce in all her glory without her skirt. He
could not help but stare at her exposed womanhood. “Yea, that’s part of me, too,” Joyce said.
Scott snapped out of his trance and shook Joyce’s hand. “Oh, um, uh…sorry, it’s just…” His voice trailed off
but Joyce waited for him to finish. “I’m an idiot, is all. You’re very pretty.”
“Oh, you’re sweet,” Joyce said. “And you’re not an idiot, believe me.” Then she leaned in close to him and
whispered something that no one else could hear. Whatever she said caused Scott to laugh like an idiot would.
She leaned back and said, “No promises, mind you.”
We all sat down in the living room. The women again occupied the couch, I went back to the armchair and Scott
became the first person to sit on the new couch. I turned back to the news to see if there were any further
updates.
“Hey, look at that!” said Rachel. “The anchor isn’t wearing his tie or jacket.” Indeed he was not.
I switched to another channel. A male and a female anchor sat behind a news desk. “Whoa, look at that,” said
Joyce. “She is not wearing a bra.”
“How can you tell?” Scott asked.
“You can see her nipples poking through shirt,” Joyce explained.
“Oh,” he said. He then glanced at Pam, then back at the news anchor, then back to Pam, and then back to the
anchor again. “Yea, now I see it.”
“Hey!” Pam complained while she put her arms in front of her chest.
“Calm down,” he said. “I’m going to have them soon, too, remember.” Pam still frowned at him.
“So is everyone ignoring the fact that the guy has on a tie, but no shirt?” I asked.
“Not me,” said Rachel. “I was looking to see if he had nice pecs. But…he doesn’t.” She laughed at her own
remark.
“Why is this happening?” asked Pam. “Why are people doing that?”
“Well why did you take off your bra?” I asked her.
“I…I just didn’t feel like wearing it,” she answered. “I guess. I don’t know, really.”
I decided to advance the notion. “It must have been that,” I said. “That’s why I took off my boxers.”
Rachel chimed in, “That’s why I took off my shoes.”
Soon we were all in agreement that we just felt like removing the clothing we had and that it was the sensible
thing to do. We also agreed that if other people wanted to do the same, they should as well.
We spent the next ten minutes or so switching around to other live news shoes and saw other people with
various bits of clothing removed. As of yet there was no one going bottomless, and there were no signs of
naked breasts. I had to smile in anticipation of that happening.
Another knock came on the door. “Must be Carl,” I said. Rachel and I walked to answer the door.