The Nudist Family Vacation
The Smiths had been looking forward to this trip for months—a luxury resort, endless beaches, nothing but relaxation. But something felt off the moment they arrived. The staff smiled a little too knowingly, and their parents seemed almost giddy.
Then, as everyone unpacked, they dropped the bomb.
“No clothes,” Dad announced, stretching lazily. “Resort policy.”
Mom grinned. “We figured it’d be fun to surprise you.”
It took a second to sink in. No clothes. Anywhere.
The resort was a nudist paradise, and there was no opting out. The staff, the guests—everyone was bare, casual, acting like this was completely normal.
A long silence stretched between them. No one protested.
Mom sipped her drink, watching the hesitation in their eyes. “Might as well get comfortable.”
And just like that, the trip had taken a turn no one was prepared for.
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