quarta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2012

# 6

For a long time, I was very interested in becoming a nudist, but was very afraid of
what my parents might think about it. I'm 15 now, but i've liked going nude ever since
I was about 10.

One day after school, I came home and took everything off. Nobody was home yet,
so I took time to pump myself up. I sat on the couch and watched tv, waiting for my
parents to get home. I was nervous for a while, but eventually just got involved in the
TV and almost forgot about me being naked. Finally, my mom arrived home. I was
very scared as she walked in. I expected her to freak out. She did give me a little bit
of a strange look and asked me "Why don't you have any clothes on?" It was really
hot that day so I just said that I couldn't stand the heat, so I just took everthing off.
She said "ok" and walked away. I couldn't believe it. my dad came home a little while
later with basically the same reaction. I was so happy that I had made it so far. I
decided to stay nude for as long as I could until they said something. I even ate dinner
nude that night.

Later on, I noticed my mom was looking at me strange. she was staring at my butt.
I thought "Uh oh, here it comes, she's going to tell me to get dressed." Instead she
said "You should probably sit on a towel if you're going to go naked. You have marks
on your butt from that chair you were sitting on. I laughed and told her ok. later that
night, I talked with my parents about nudity and they said I can go nude at home with
just them whenever I want, but should get dressed when other people come over. I'm
fine with that, that's more than I ever hoped for!!

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# 5

I have been a nudist for long time. It’s almost three years since my first time. But I’m
not exactly a full nudist yet. My parents know – kind of. And they are cool – kind of.
Let me go back to the start and explain it all.

Our house has a garage and the roof is outside of my bedroom window. All I have to
do is open my big window and step outside onto it. It’s a nice place to go when I want
to be on my own. I like to sit up there and read, listen to my music or feed the birds.
I also like going there at night to watch the stars.

In the middle of the summer three years ago it was a very hot night. I couldn’t sleep
and went out onto the garage roof to cool off. It was nice laying there and a lot cooler
than being inside. I don’t know why I thought about being nude. Perhaps it was because
it was so hot. But I took off my shirt and lay there nude while I was looking up at the
stars. It felt so nice. It was much cooler and I could more easily feel the breeze on me.
It was strange being outside with nothing on. But I did like it a lot. I stayed on the roof
for at least an hour. When I went back to bed I slept nude on top of my sheets.

Almost every night for a month after that I went out onto the roof with nothing on. It
wasn’t nice being outside when it was cold and so I couldn’t do it on the winter. In the
winter I went nude in my room with the door locked and around the rest of the house
when I was on my own.

When the winter came around again I stopped going out at night. I wanted to go out
but it was way too cold almost all the time. It was like I wanted to be nude even more
than ever. Because I couldn’t be nude much maybe? I didn’t know. But what it did get
me to do was make plans. I got a book and I wrote down a list of all the things I
wanted to be able to do with a list of ways I could get to do them.

What I had to do was to let my mum or dad know I liked being naked first. The best
way (I thought) was doing things like getting changed with my door open and walking
to my room from the bathroom and things like that. One morning when mum saw me
walking to my bedroom she didn’t say anything. I left my door open every morning after
that and did the same every morning. Dad didn’t say anything to me either. The only
time they said anything to me was when I started going downstairs.

I did more each time. Wearing a towel downstairs after a shower and drying off there.
Another time I let the towel drop more and sat there with my top half uncovered. Next
time I had the towel in a heap on my lap after drying. The next day it was almost all the
way off and only on my legs. Then one day I left it in a heap next to me. That was when
mum said something. All she said was to be careful nobody could see me through the
window.

One the way back from school one day I made up my mind to get nude when I got home
and see if anyone said anything. Mum was home but dad wasn’t. I went to my room,
undressed and had a shower. After my shower I dried myself and went down to watch
TV. Mum didn’t say anything at all. When dad came home he didn’t say anything either.
When dinner was ready mum asked if I was going to put some clothes on. I said no.
All she said was ‘ok then’.

It was dad who called me a nudist (only as a joke) later in the evening. He asked if I
was a nudist or got bored with all my clothes. I said I was a nudist. He didn’t look
surprised and made more jokes about clothes and being nude. Later he said it was alright
with him and mum said she didn’t care either what I wore inside.

Mum and dad are not totally fine with me naked. It’s fine with only the three of us. They
act a bit different when some of their friends come over. Mum always says I should put
some clothes on before they get here. When I don’t she doesn’t complain. It’s like she
wants me to and doesn’t make a big deal when I don’t. If their friends ever said anything,
that they didn’t want to see me nude, then I would have to dress I suppose. None of them
have so I don’t see why I need to.
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terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2012

# 4

i started walkinga round the house naked when my paretns and brother were out
(which was to say not often) and even made a few outings (mostly just skinny dipping
in our pool at night). As I'm sure you know, while i love to be naked, i need to be
barefoot. i can'te ven remember the last time i've warn socks or close toe shoes.
anyway, at about the age of 14, i was at a slumber party (4 girls including me) and
we were painting each other's toe nails (each girl would put her foot on the leg of
the person to their right and you'd paint the toes of the girl to your left). well, we
were just sitting there talking about whatever and my friend (Alice) was telling a story
about something and at one part she said her parents were expecting company so she
went upstairs to go put on socks. i was totally confused but the other girls didnt' seem
to be, so i said "what? why?" Alice said "your parents let you stay barefoot in front of
company?" and another girl chimed in with "are you kidding? when isn't Jane barefoot?"
at this point i was so confused. "you mean you're parents make you put on socks
whenever company comes over?" and she said "not all the time. if it's just a neighbor
or something they don't care but they say it's rude to be barefoot in front of guests you
don't know well" So i said something to the affect of "wow, i'm glad i don't live in your
house. I hate wearing socks" and another girl said "well, you're lucky your parents let
you stay barefoot all the time. mine make me wear socks sometimes too." and someone
else said "yeah, you'r parents are so cool. i bet they let you do whatever you want."

I'm sure you can imagine what went through my head at that point.

SO i was determined to test the limitations of my parents "coolness". The next day
was saturday which means my dad took my brother to his baseball game. Perfect.
That day I came downstairs wearing some jean shorts and my bra. my mom asked
me where my shirt was and i said i couldn't find a clean one and went to watch TV.
after a few minutes, i took the shorts off and sat their in only a white bra and panties.
my mom passed through the living room and didn't really say anything. SO far so
good. So after a little while still, i slipped the bra off hid it under my chair (a big, black
leather comfy chair, i might add. i love that chair). after like 20 minutes or so my mom
came through again and gave me a funny look. "I was hot" i told her and she just laughed
so I asked "this is ok?" I'll never forget her response as long as I live as it is probably
the best sentence I've ever heard. She said "Honey, you can go completely naked
for all I care." YES! EXPRESS VERBAL PERMISSION! I thought this was too
good to be true so i said "Really?" and she just chuckled again saying "of course. we're
all family." I sitll didn't believe her. SO i called her bluff! I stood up slowly eying her the
whole time waiting for her to break out laughing. She didn't. So i turned my back to her
and put my thumbs in the sides of my panties. I slid them down just and inch exposing
my tan line and probably a little bit...well, cleavage. "last chance. if you're joking, say
so now" she just smiled. Here goes, i thought and i slowly slid my panties down, bending
over. I paused when i reached my toes and looked up and back at my mom. Still nothing.
It was all so overwhelming and lasted what seemed like an hour. However it was probably
only like four seconds. I suddenly realized that for that 4 seconds i was totally mooning
my mom (and as far down as i can go, i was probably showing her more than just my
bare ass) so i quickly stood up, took a deep breath, and turned around. "feel better?"
she asked me and I gave a quick nod and she just laughed and walked out of the room.
it took me a minute but i finally realised what happened. I was officially a nudist! I giggled
and pranced around the room a few times (at first i didn't realize what our big glass doors
facing the back offered my neighbors as far as a view. After a moment of giggling like a
maniac, i sat back down. The leather felt cool against my bare bum, but i was comfortable.
I turned off the TV and pulled the recliner lever and just started thinking about what all this
meant. after a few minutes i heard the sound of my mom's bare feet on tile and she came
in and i sort of repositioned myself so she wouldn't be looking right down my vagina. "it's
ok honey, we're all family and we're both girls" and I just sort of smiled, still very uncomfortable.
"now relax! i know you've been wanting to do this for a while." "what? how?" i asked
shakily. I was still kind of nervous standing there talking to my mother completely starkers.
"your night gowns" she said "you always took them out like you had worn them but they
were never wrinkled like they would be if you actually wore them to bed. plus, Dad caught
you skinny dipping a few times but we didn't want to embarass you." this was a bit much for
me and i started to cry a little bit. "mom, i'm a nudist" i said guiltily. Do you know how my
sweet mother responded? She gave me a big hug and said "it's ok sweetie. don't appologize
or anything. just be yourself."
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segunda-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2012

# 3

Hi, my name’s Louise and I’m Heather’s sister. I’m 13 and Heatjer has asked me
to write about nudism and going nude for this website.

I didn’t ever think about going round naked, but I did start to notice last autumn when
Heather seemed to not always have all her clothes on all the time! I saw her walking
round the house in her undies and also a couple of times going into her room with nothing
on after shed had a shower. It didn’t mean anything to me at all what she was doing, but
it didn’t bother me.

One day I was in my room and Heather knocked on the door. She came in to the
room and she was naked! It didn’t really bother me that she didn’t have any clothes
on, but I was still a bit surprised! She told me that she was naked because she was
a nudist, which she told me was a person who enjoys being nude (I didn’t know).
She said she’d spoken to mum and mum had said it was okay if she was naked at
home sometimes, but she wanted to make sure I was alright with it too. It didn’t bother
me if she was going to be going round in the nude all the time, so I said it was fine by me.
I wanted to know why she liked it so much though, and she said it was just feeling free
and being comfortable, which I said was cool, and she said I should try it sometime.
I just kind of said “uh huh” to that, I didn’t think I’d ever actually end up doing it!

We used to talk a lot about going nude and stuff like that and Heather asked me a few
times if I wanted to try it for myself. I always said “maybe sometime” cuz I wasn’t really
sure if I wanted to or not. But having Heather walking round the house naked did mean
that I didn’t feel like I had to be fully dressed all the time any more. I started going out
of the shower without a towel around me and sometimes I would go back to my room
and lie on my bed reading a magazine or whatever without getting dressed.

My first real time of going nude was in the winter. It snowed a lot and our whole back
garden was covered with snow. Heather challenged me to a snowball fight and of course
I agreed. I went to get my coat and scarf and gloves and things, and I saw that Heather
just stayed standing there by the back door, with nothing on of course. I asked her if she
was going to go and get dressed and she said “no, I’m going out like this. You should,
too, it’ll be fun.” I don’t really know why, but that time I said yes, I would.

Heather was actually really surprised that I’d said yes, she was like “are you sure? You
don’t have to if you don’t want to,” but I did want to and I could tell Heather was really
pleased that I did. I went upstairs and took off all of my clothes, then we put our shoes
on so our feet didn’t get cold and went out into the garden.

It was very weird being naked outside, but it was a nice feeling and it wasn’t anything like
as cold as I’d thought it would be. I was just standing enjoying what it felt like when this
cold, wet snowball hit me on the bum! We had our snowball fight but it didn’t last long
cuz we both ended up quite cold with wet hair pretty quickly, but being naked meant only
our skin was wet and our clothes stayed dry indoors! We finished up by lying down and
making naked snow angels, which was amazing to feel the snow against all my skin, and
pretty funny to see two angels with bum prints in the middle! Then we ran inside to get
warmed up and Heather asked me if I’d enjoyed myself and I told her I had.

That was the only time I went nude like that for quite a while, cuz I still wasn’t sure about
it. The next time was during the Easter holidays. Me and Heather went to stay with our
dad, who’s divorced from our mum and lives in other city. He has known Heather is a
nudist since she told mum and he’s fine with it, and this time Heather asked him if it was
OK for her to go nude while she was there. He said it was and so the next morning she
came downstairs with nothing on, just like she does at home.

It was a really nice day and so Heather went out to sit on the patio. She seemed very
happy to be able to go nude outside in the sun and was enjoying it. That was when I
decided that I would like to go nude, too. I’d been thinking of it for quite a while now,
that maybe I did want to give it a try, but I wasn’t sure till then. I told Heather that I had
decided that I wanted to go nude and she said that was really great, so I went inside and
took my clothes off. I went back out into the garden and sat down with Heather.

It felt really good to be nude, actually. I can’t really explain it, but when I went nude in
the snow it felt nice, but this was even better! It was really awesome being able to feel
the breeze and stuff on my bare skin. And I didn’t feel at all bothered about being naked
cuz Heather was as well. We talked for quite a while, mostly about going nude and I said
now I could understand why Heather liked it.

We stayed out in the garden sunbathing and talking all afternoon, then went back up to
the house. Heather gave me a hug and said she was very proud of me for being so confident
and for coming to my own choice about going nude, which was nice, but I couldn’t really
see what the big deal was – it was just fun for me!

I saw my dad when I went in the house, and when he saw that I didn’t have clothes on he
smiled and said “not you as well!” I asked him if it was okay and he said it was fine, so that
was cool.

After that I started going nude more and more. Not all the time at first (like, that day I got
dressed in the evening, but the next morning I was nude again), but when we got home to
my mum’s I started doing it a lot. At first it was just at weekends if we were out in the
garden and maybe in the mornings I wouldn’t get dressed until after breakfast (I started
sleeping nude too) but after a bit I started coming home from school and instead of changing
my clothes I would just take them all off and stay that way until the next morning, just like
Heather does. I asked mum if she minded me being naked and she said not in the slightest,
she’s had plenty of time to get used to it with Heather! .
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# 2

A little bit about me first: my name is Heather, I’m 16 and I live with my mother and
my younger sister Louise, who’s 12 (my parents are divorced). And I’m proud to say
that I’m a nudist!

That kind of changed for me when i was about 11 or 12 (I forget exactly). It was a
summer's night and it was really hot, like heatwave temperature. I’d been trying to
get to sleep for ages with no luck; it was just too hot. I climbed out of bed, stripped
off my pyjamas and threw them across the room. It was the first time I had ever got
naked not to either shower or put other clothes on, and it felt very strange. But I got
back into bed and managed to get to sleep.

After a bit I woke back up again – I was thirsty so I got out of bed and went down
the corridor to get a drink. I was half way between my bedroom and the bathroom
before I woke up enough to realise I didn’t have any clothes on! I could’ve panicked
and run back to my room to get dressed, but instead i just kept on walking. I was
very nervous that someone would wake up and find me, but I loved the feeling of
being nude so I kept on, got a drink from the bathroom and went back to bed.

For a long time after, though, that was my only nude experience. It just didn’t occur
to me I could repeat it for fun! That changed last year, when I was 15. There were
a couple of TV programmes that caught my attention, about streakers and nudists,
and I watched them and became curious. I remembered my experience that summer
night and how good and different it had felt to be nude, and was amazed to discover
that this was something some people did all the time. I went on the internet and found
some nudist websites and realised 'hey, this is something I can do, too!’

The first time I actually tried it was almost a year ago (mid last April). I was alone in
the house and had just had a shower. There were no towels around, so I had to go
downstairs and get one from the dryer. Normally, I’d put a robe on to do this but as
I was alone I thought, ‘why bother?’ I went downstairs nude and the dryer was by the
back door... At that point I think I kinda went into a bit of a trance – I opened the back
door and went outside without really thinking. I stepped out into the back yard and just
kind of stood there, overcome by the experience. It was the first time I’d been outside
nude ever – it was an awesome; I’d never felt anything like it before and I loved it!

So that’s how I started to really love being nude, and from then on I definitely wanted
to do it more. But I didn’t want to tell my family because I didn’t think they would
approve at all, so I kept my nude activities a secret. I actually started out by doing
some streaks first – sneaking out at night when everyone was in bed just so i could
enjoy being nude outside. I live in the suburbs, but it’s a quiet area at night so I felt
pretty safe and actually had some great experiences!

I soon started being nude at home when my family went out and left me in the house
alone, and pretty soon it got to the point where I would strip off my clothes as soon
as I heard them go out of the door. If the weather was nice, I'd go out into the back
garden (we have quite high fences and the neighbours on either side have trees, so it
always felt pretty private), otherwise I’d just stay in the house watching TV, doing my
homework or whatever, only nude, which made even these boring little things much
more enjoyable!

I was still really nervous that I would get discovered and get into trouble, and I also
knew that my outdoor activities would have to stop when we started back at school
and the weather got colder. I could always be nude at home, but only when my family
was out, and I was getting tired of diving for my clothes as soon as i heard the car pull
into the driveway. I decided I was going to have to take the biggest step of my life, and
tell mum and Louise that I was a nudist...

I really wanted to tell them now, but I could never get up the nerve to just come out with
it. I knew that there was nothing wrong in what I was doing, but I wasn’t certain mum
would see it like that! It got to late October last year (2002) and I still hadn't come clean
about it, so I decided I was going to have to try a different approach…

I wanted to see how my family would react before I committee to telling them, so I
started walking round the house in various states of undress and letting my mum see
me. First I just started getting clothes out of the drier wearing my jeans and a bra, and
no-one said anything. Then one day I decided to go downstairs in just my underwear.
I sat on the sofa reading a magazine like that, and my mum stuck her head round the
door and said, '”Heather, put some clothes on!” But she did it in a jokey way, and when
I was still there in my underwear when she came back later she just smiled and shook
her head, but didn’t say anything about it.

This gave me more confidence, so I started doing stuff like leaving my bedroom door
open all the time when I was changing my clothes, and lying on my bed in my underwear
instead of getting dressed straight away; stuff like that. I just basically wanted to get my
mum and Louise used to me not always being totally dressed, so that when i dropped my
nudist bombshell it wasn’t so hard for them to accept!

My plan went on like this and eventually I was managing to get away with coming out
of the shower carrying my towel instead of wrapping it round me, so I thought it was
probably the right time. This was in early November last year (2002), and I decided
I would go for it. I took a shower one Saturday morning, towelled my hair dry and then,
with nothing on at all, went downstairs into the kitchen. I was really nervous because I
didn’t know what mum would say, but when I went into the kitchen she just stared
open-mouthed. I got a 7-up from the fridge and went back upstairs - neither of us said
 a word, she was too shocked and I was too nervous! I didn’t get dressed then, just
lay on my bed with my door open and drank my drink. I knew mum wouldn’t just say
nothing about what I’d just done, and sure enough, after a few minutes, she came upstairs
and said "we need to talk..."

I put my bathrobe on because I didn’t want to make mum feel uncomfortable, and she
sat down on the bed and said "if I didn't know better, I’d say you were trying to tell me
something..." She’d kind of already figured out that maybe I was trying to get her used
to this, so I just sort of spilled everything out. I told her that I had been going nude in the
house when she and Louise were out (I didn’t tell her about any of the other things I’d done
though) and that I enjoyed it. I told her I felt more comfortable this way and it made me
happy, and that I thought I was a nudist. I think the fact that I used the word nudist showed
her how serious I was, that it wasn’t just some crazy experimentation, but that being nude
was part of my lifestyle and very important to me. I asked her how she would feel if I were
to be nude at home, and said I wouldn’t if she didn’t feel comfortable with me doing it...

She was quiet for a bit and then said that she didn't really see anything wrong with it if it
was just in front of her and my sister, as we were all girls together anyway. She said if it
was how I wanted to live then she didn’t really see any harm in it, and that I was old enough
now that I could act responsibly about something like that.

She did set down a few rules, though. I wasn’t allowed to go nude if there were any guests
or visitors in the house, and I had to get dressed if we had a family meal together. I also had
to make sure Louise was OK with it, so I took the robe off and went to talk to her. Louise
didn’t seem at all shocked when I came into her room nude, and she was completely nonplussed
when I asked her if she minded me walking around naked - she just said “don't you do that
anyway?” She’d obviously seen me a few more times than mum had, and she said it didn’t
matter to her. She asked why, though, and I said that I was because it feels good and makes
me happy, and she said if that was the case then she didn't mind at all, which I thought was
a really nice thing to say!

So that was great, because now I could be nude at home almost all the time, which was
awesome. I spent the rest of that weekend nude and only got dressed for meals. I took
very quickly to coming home from school and just going straight upstairs and undressing.
Mum was a bit awkward at first but she soon got used to me being nude all the time.
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domingo, 26 de fevereiro de 2012

# 1

I fell out of a tree breaking my right elbow and forearm as well as by left wrist.
After about 3 or 4 days of help me into my pants or shorts my mother suggested
that I just forget about trying to wear anything. Since our place sat well back from
a little traveled road I was able to go outside, so the idea of no clothes didn't bother
me. I soon discovered that being naked in the daytime was even better that at night.
From then on, I walked naked around the house every time, every day.
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