A Welcome Sleepover Surprise
(Photo from mcclouds)
When I was in middle school my friends and I liked to have sleepovers, eat too much candy, watch silly movies, and giggle a lot. Inevitably these sleepovers would devolve into a raucous game of truth or dare
as the night wore on.
I remember one night in particular, when we were feeling extra silly. Girls usually started out with truth, and the questions were completely predictable-- "Who do you have a crush on?" or "Would you rather kiss Danny or Jake?"
Dares were more interesting. They usually started off goofy-- eat a banana with your eyes closed, or spin around ten times with your eyes closed.
Inevitably, though, the dares would turn… how can I say this? Naughty. I dare you to kiss someone. I dare you to show us your breasts. I dare you to take off your underwear. I dare you to take off all of your clothes and run around the house completely naked.
Yep, that’s the one I got. Not wanting to be branded a wuss by my friends (which was social suicide in middle school), I reluctantly stripped down and started my midnight sprint around the house.
I hadn’t realized that the neighbors outside lights were on motion sensors. As I ran by, each light came on one by one, illuminating my bright white butt for all to see!
Mortified, I quickly finished my mad dash around the house and made my way back to the side door I had started from. To my surprise, it was locked.
I could hear the giggles of my so called friends behind the door.
I knocked quietly. “Guys,” I whispered urgently, “let me in!”
They weren’t being particularly quiet, and I was afraid they would wake up my friend’s parents and we (especially I!) would be in big trouble.
Sure enough, that’s what happened. My friend’s dad woke up and came downstairs to investigate.
I absolutely did not want him to see me naked, so in desperation I picked up the welcome mat and tried to wrap it around myself like a towel.
It was way too small, in addition to being dirty and rather scratchy!
I ended up holding it in front of myself, as the light came on and my friend’s dad swung open the door to find me there, standing with no clothes whatsoever, holding a brown mat in front of myself with the words “Welcome” printed on it in big, black letters.
He looked stern and I was afraid I was in trouble. He didn’t say a word though, and ushered me into the house. I ran downstairs and dove into my sleeping bag, completely humiliated.
He never said anything to me about it, although for years when I would visit that friend’s house I could swear her dad was suppressing laughter each and every time he saw me, no doubt picturing my buck naked on his doorstep with nothing but a welcome mat for cover.