I have always been an extremely modest person.
The only time anyone has seen me uncovered was when I had my 3 children, at the doctor's office, and the following time:
I was 17 or 18 years old. We lived in a mobile home, and my room was right off of the bathroom. I was listening to one of my sisters talk to Mom about why she needed another new bra. This sister had problems with many of her clothes quite often, so got newer ones on a regular basis. I never wanted money to be spent on me, so Mom would have to make me get new clothes, and I always felt guilty.
Mom was standing in the bathroom doorway, and Sister was just inside the bathroom. I was getting frustrated while listening. I had waited and waited to get a new bra, mine was getting ratty but I didn't want to get a new one just yet, as money was always pretty tight. Finally, I had enough. I got up, went out of my room, and stood at the outside corner of the door in front of my mom and sister. I said heatedly, "You want another bra, while I go around looking like this!"--and quite uncharacteristically for me, lifted up my sweatshirt to expose my ratty bra. Both Mom's and Sister's jaws dropped open, and time stood still as I stood there, shirt held up, and felt the coolness of the air across my naked chest. Then they started laughing hysterically, and I slunk off to my room. Yep, I had forgotten that I had taken off my bra before bedtime.
That story has gone down in our family history, and still comes back to haunt me occasionally. Maybe for others it wouldn't be such a big deal, but since I had a reputation for being super modest and more prim and proper, it was quite an event. Like I said, that was the only other time I've been...unclothed in that manner, well, maybe. I'm not sure now.
James has mentioned on occasion that you can see into our bedroom at night, but he didn't know how much. I assumed shadows. We have shades on the windows, they're the bamboo-looking type that were there when we moved in. Since we didn't want to buy new shades, and they looked kind of cool, we left them.
Last night around 11:00 he said, "By the way, you can see everything in our bedroom at night when the light's on." I grilled him, "How much can you see? Could you see the mess that was in there before I cleaned it?" He told me that I should go out and look. I started to feel sick. "NO!" I declared. "I'm not going to!"
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and informed James that I was going out to the van to get the hose for our rug cleaner. (I had loaned it to my sister--not the new bra one.) He knew what I was up to, and said he'd show me what you could see. I ignored him and went outside in the cool, damp night air.
I went to the van and took out the hose. Shutting the door, I looked up nervously. I relaxed for a second. You could see our headboard, up against the window. I couldn't see much of anything else. Then James came into the room.
He started dancing and being very goofy, and I could see it all. I could see that he had on a blue shirt. I could see him from below the waist and up. I realized in horror just how much the neighbors could see. We live on a cul-de-sac, dead smack in the middle. It also slopes down, so we're slightly lower than our other neighbors. We have an oak tree in the front yard, but that would only shield the view for a couple of neighbors, and not much in the winter. Anyone driving down the street could see in. Some of the neighbors stay up late.
Thankfully we don't always have the lights on in our intimate moments. But we do sometimes, and anyone looking would have seen it all. I have the light on when I undress. I'm so mortified that I don't know if I can ever leave my house again. One of our neighbor guys smiled and said "Hi" when I said hello yesterday. He doesn't usually smile. Now I'm going to be freaked out by everyone and wonder if they've seen something. I hope the tree blocked the view of our neighbor who's an assistant Baptist pastor. Just think, we'll have lived here 2 years in August, and no one's said a word. Being quite fluffy, I'm not that attractive sans clothes, (James, I know what you'll say when you read this, so be quiet right now!) so I wouldn't see why anyone wouldn't say anything. Unless, as my grandma put it when I told her, "Because they get a free show!"
I think it's time to move.