Hi everyone! I recently turned 30, and I've been living alone for a long time. Because of that, little things like hopping into the shower fully clothed have become normal for me. I wanted to describe many vivid moments from my past when I had less freedom, but I didn't know how to tie them all together. Eventually, a simple idea came to mind: create separate chapters about the most memorable events. I'm writing this text in another language and will translate it automatically, so please forgive any inaccuracies or strange phrasing in advance. This is Part One; if you're interested, I can write a second part.

Chapter 1 Quick Drying
I was terribly embarrassed about what my parents might think, so I always hid this fetish from them. At first, I tried bathing in the tub in my underwear, but Mom started catching me -- "Why did you toss your wet t-shirt into the laundry basket?" -- "Um, I accidentally dropped it in the tub," I'd make excuses). It took me a while to realize that I shouldn't wash myself in old underwear that would end up in the laundry basket -- but in new clothes, which I could then just wear to my room. My Dad worked a standard five-day week, and my Mom was a housewife; we had something of a tradition where we were constantly going somewhere on weekends. Only in high school did they start leaving me home alone on weekends, and that's when I began getting mischievous. I'll never forget this one: my parents left in the morning until evening, and I was home alone. Swimming in my own underwear wasn't interesting anymore. I went to my parents' wardrobe and grabbed a bunch of my mom's clothes -- dresses, skirts, lingerie, blouses, etc. I ran a bath and swam in different outfits, one after another. That took about an hour. Afterwards, when I came to my senses, I realized -- the clothes were wet, and they weren't mine; Mom would figure it out immediately. For the rest of the time, I sat there frantically trying to dry all the clothes with a hairdryer. After an hour of swimming and four hours of drying the clothes with the hairdryer, it worked! At least, she didn't ask me any questions afterwards.

Chapter 2 Fishing Rod vs Wetlook
One weekend, my parents invited me to join them, and both they and I were sure I would decline. But then just one word was mentioned -- fishing. I understood everything at once, realizing how I could benefit from this, and surprisingly to my parents, I agreed to go with them. I remember that day very well. We arrived at a spot where a river flowed into the sea, and it was very narrow, literally 1 meter wide. I said I would fish with a bucket. I was wearing leggings, a T-shirt, a track jacket, and boots. I fell into the water right away, allegedly by accident, and spent the rest of the time "fishing" to my heart's content. I got soaked very quickly. Even though I was fooling around, I actually caught quite a few fish that way, but that wasn't the main point. I really loved walking around in water-filled boots. That was the exact day I was completely soaked through in front of my parents. I pretended to slip and fall countless times, and officially walked around in wet clothes. Sorry, Dad, for making the car seat wet on the way back; it was absolutely worth it)))

Chapter 3 Shall We Go for a Swim?
It was early September. I was hanging out with my girlfriends when someone suddenly suggested driving to the seaside (we lived very close to the bay back then). Everyone agreed, and we went to ask my friend's mom to drive us. She didn't mind. The girls went to grab their swimsuits, but of course, I decided that was unnecessary. Half an hour later, we were at the sea. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt back then, and I immediately ran into the water. We swam for a long time; there was a slight storm, and waves were crashing onto the shore. We didn't go too far out, only competing with each other to see who could swim further under a wave. I remember this moment because using the excuse "I'm too lazy to go home and change," I ended up swimming in front of everyone in my regular clothes. We all had fun, and no one paid attention to what I was wearing.

Chapter 4 Shower After PE
As it happened, at some point, most of the girls stopped attending our Physical Education class since it was the last lesson, and everyone just wanted to go home as fast as possible. On that day, I lingered a bit before the lesson and thought that surely a couple of girls would still attend. I came in, changed into my tracksuit, and went out to the gym. I was sure I wasn't alone. But alas, only the boys were doing warm-ups. I had no choice but to join them. After the warm-up (which usually took half the lesson, especially the running), I was completely soaked. The boys went off to play football, and the teacher allowed me to go home. I went into the locker room, and my eyes immediately landed on the shower stalls. For the first time ever, I was alone in there. I spent about ten minutes taking a shower in my leggings and rash guard. I decided not to change and to go home just like that, soaking wet. I lived a five-minute walk from school, so getting there wasn't a problem. Water droplets streamed down me the whole way; I tried to walk so I wouldn't run into anyone, and I succeeded. That was the first time I ever walked outside while being soaked. Once I entered the building entrance, I changed quickly because Mom was home.

Chapter 5 The Best Person in the World
Every summer, I was sent to my grandmother's village - a kingdom of lunches and dinners without measure. But the main treasure of her house was the pool. When we went swimming together, she never asked why I wasn't changing. I just swam with her in a tank top and shorts. The most interesting part was something else. Periodically, she and my grandfather would leave for the market to buy groceries, giving me a couple of hours of free time. I'd put on various outfits and swim while they were gone. The only downside was that they usually left early in the morning, and the water was freezing cold. Sometimes I tried swimming in clothes during the day while Grandma was sleeping, but once I got badly busted. Grandma woke up earlier than usual and went into the yard. And there I am, sitting in the pool in jeans and a shirt. I was ready to sink through the floor then. But she didn't scold me or interrogate me; she simply stepped into the pool in the same robe she was wearing, and we had a talk. I told her that when I bathe in wet clothes, I feel much better, that it allows me to be myself, that in those wet jeans, I am free. She accepted it, and I asked her not to tell anyone. After that, we swam together in the pool in our clothes, and I calmly took showers before bed in my clothes. Only she knew what I truly feel. And for me, she's the best person in the world not because she understood me in this regard, but because she has supported me throughout her life. No matter what happens, I could safely tell her everything. And she understands that.