Be Yourself

I’ve been thinking about permanent nudity since I was barely a teenager. I live in a small conservative town and it’s not common around here, not even as a punishment. But in 7^th Grade we had this anti-bullying program where various people who had been bullied growing up came to tell their stories. There was a gay man, a Black woman, a guy in a wheelchair, even a “nerd”. Everyone you’d expect, but they also brought in a naked girl, Erika, and I thought she was amazing.

Her whole family was naturist and they signed up for permanent nudity just as soon as it was legal, so she faced some really strong reactions: Everything from name-calling to groping. She even had people physically force clothes on her a few times. But she was so brave and just… amazing. The point wasn’t to sell us on permanent nudity of course, but you could tell she really believed in it. And on top of all that, she was beautiful.

But apparently she didn’t make such an impression on anyone else, well the boys thought it was great to have a naked girl in school, but that’s about it. When I talked about Erika with my friends, they just didn’t see it, they said she was “weird” and worse, just short of outright calling her slut. So I dropped the subject, but I didn’t stop thinking about it.

In high school I finally had couple of permanently naked fellow students, but they still seemed so exotic. There was a naked boy, who was like a super hippie or something and a “bad girl” from the big city who was bottomless. We even had a naked substitute teacher once, though not in my class. I was never friends with any of them, but I was more drawn to the idea than ever. In fact it was about that time I realized I wasn’t just interested, I wanted to do it myself. When I admitted these feelings to my best friend she laughed. And when I convinced her I was serious she called me crazy, and fat.

My mother saw me crying later, but I didn’t dare tell her why. I knew she’d agree with my friend. She never had anything nice to say when there was a story about someone permanent naked on TV. Eventually I talked to a counselor at school about it. This was supposed to be confidential but someone told my parents anyway. My mother reacted about like I thought. She didn’t call me crazy, but she dismissed the whole idea. She kept asking what the “real problem” was, like I was just acting out or something. My dad was a tiny bit more understanding, at least he took me serious, but he’s so protective. He made it clear he’d never let me do something like that. But fortunately he didn’t have to.

Once I discovered I couldn’t count on support from anyone, I knew I just had to do it. I was over 16 by then so I didn’t need anyone to co-sign my registration. So one day I just want to court after school. They didn’t take me very seriously either, but at least they knew what the law was, so they gave me the forms even as they tried to talk me out of it. They didn’t have an undressing booth of course, but they said I could use the restroom for that if I wanted. So I just chucked my clothes in the wastebasket while I was in there.

When I came home naked and showed my parents the paperwork they flipped. My mother even threatened to have me ruled incompetent so they could cancel my registration. Not that there were any grounds for it. I guess my father talked her out of perusing that, though he wasn’t happy either, not at all. But I was. I was a nudist. Permanently naked. A PN girl. I was who I wanted to be.