How Sarah Became a Nudist
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This is the first chapter of another story I started to dabble with, set in 
the same universe as "How I Became a Nudist". I figured I should offer 
something to those who'd prefer a more female-centric story. There's only the 
one chapter so far so this is just a bit of a teaser; but hopefully I'll be 
able to continue both stories in parallel.

Chapter One

The alarm clock read 3 AM on one of those unseasonably hot nights in early May 
shortly before finals. Sarah laid awake in her bed counting the dots on the 
drop down ceiling of her dorm room, having resigned herself to a sleepless 
night over an hour ago. She knew the heat was partially to blame for her 
insomnia; it made it too uncomfortable to fall asleep easily. She was also 
having a tough time resting her mind - even now she was internally wrestling 
with herself, second guessing the decision that she'd made today, wondering if 
she'd really thought it through, wishing she could take it back. She knew the 
biggest problem though was the fact that she was laying there stark naked 
without so much as a blanket to cover herself, as the slowly turn mini-fan 
reminded her each time the breeze flew over her bare skin. It was the one 
thing she could do absolutely nothing about though - nudism was her lifestyle 
now, she had no choice but to remain naked from now on.

Becoming a nudist was as much a shock to Sarah as to anyone else. It was 
certainly nothing she'd planned on, in fact she'd never even considered it 
before a week ago.

Sarah had always been the girl with everything. She'd been blessed with a 
beautiful body and the brains to match it. In High School she had been both 
the class valedictorian and the prom queen. She had a perfect figure, long 
strawberry-blonde hair, perfect teeth that never needed braces, perky B cup 
breasts, and scored 1540 on her SAT's. Early in High School she had set her 
eyes on Harvard Law and managed to get herself there with relative ease (for 
her, anyway).

But like many of her classmates, she found Harvard to be considerably more 
competitive than the small New Jersey suburb she'd grown up in. To be sure, 
she rose to meet the challenge and was in the top 10% of her class, but she 
was no longer by far and away the brightest, hardest working, or even most 
beautiful person in her classes. She certainly felt under more pressure these 
days, and wasn't nearly as self-confident as she once was. Perhaps that's why 
she took such an extreme step.

The previous Monday, the prestigious Mathews & Grant law firm announced some 
last minute openings for summer internships. Four of them, to be precise. 
Because it was such short notice and most students would have had summer plans 
already, they made the offer to the whole student body, Freshman included. It 
was the chance of a lifetime; this could easily be a career maker for any 
student who was hired. Sarah immediately applied, knowing that she needed to 
get this. Unfortunately for Sarah, hundreds of other students had the same 
thought and applied as well.

She was elated a few days later when she'd gotten a call back requesting an 
interview. She quickly agreed, but was disheartened to learn she wasn't the 
only one. They'd selected ten candidates from those submitted, but would still 
only be selecting four. This sent Sarah into a stressful panic - it was a 
previlege to even be selected for an interview, but at this point the odds 
were stacked against her. She asked around and quickly learned who the other 
candidates were: She was one of only three freshman selected for an interview, 
and of the three she knew she didn't stand out against the other two.

She spent the next day trying to think of any kind of edge she could giver 
herself to get this job. Her academics, her activities, her references were 
all stellar... but she knew so were everyone elses. She needed a way to stand 
out, something that would set her apart and get one of the covetted spots.

Despite considerable thought, she hadn't come up with anything by the time she 
called her mother that night and told her about the opportunity.

"What was the name of it again?" her mom asked, after hearing Sarah's excited 
description.

"Matthews & Grant," Sarah answered.

"Hmmm... you know, I think Zach's daughter works there... you remember Kierra 
right? She went to Boston College, Zach was telling me she got a job as a file 
clerk at a law firm... I think it may have been that one."

"Really?" Sarah exclaimed. Kierra had been a Senior when Sarah was a freshman 
in High School. The two girls had never gotten along; at the time Kierra was 
at the top of the social ladder and Sarah the bottom, which made Sarah the 
target of a great many taunts and humiliations at the hand of Kierra that 
year. She was actually sort of glad to hear Kierra was only a clerk, she 
really didn't like the girl. Kierra was in many ways like Sarah, but was 
always slightly more of a partier than a studier. In any case though, that was 
a long time ago. And it meant Sarah had an insider at the firm who might be 
able to provide her the edge she was looking for.

She thanked her mom and took down Kierra's number, dialing it almost before 
she'd hung up the phone. "Hello?" a girl answered on the other side.

"Hi... Kierra? This is Sarah, Sarah Mariano from High School?"

"Oh, Nubbly! Yeah, I remember you," Kierra replied.

Sarah kringed at hearing that old nickname. It was earned September of her 
freshman year at a pool party. She dove into the water at one point only to 
have the clasp to her bikini top break and fall off. She managed to get it 
back and recover some modesty as she went about finding a new top; but not 
before someone else noted the very hard, very pink nipples that stuck out 
nearly half an inch from her still developing chest and called them "nubbly". 
She didn't like the description and didn't even know what that meant, but the 
name stuck all that year, largely thanks to Kierra. It sort of faded after 
Kierra graduated, but the name still stung.

"Yeah well, I just heard from my mom you work at Matthews & Grant now?" I 
asked. I felt rude getting right to asking a favor, but I really didn't have 
anything else to talk with her about.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well... I have an interview there. For a summer internship. I was just 
wondering, you know, if you have any tips? Know what would impress them?"

"Not really," she said. I could hear from her voice she was annoyed. An image 
flashed in my head of Kierra telling one of the attorneys not to hire me, and 
I suddenly wondered if this had been a bad idea.

In a panic to salvage something of this conversation, I started to plead. 
"Please? Anything at all would be helpful. The competition is really intense, 
and I need this. Plus, you know, I thought it'd be cool to work with you, and 
hang out again." Of course, they never really hung out to begin with and she 
knew it. But Sarah was letting her desperation creep in.

"Well..."

"What?"

"Nah, there's no way," Kierra said.

"What? Please," Sarah asked.

"You're not a nudist are you?" Kierra asked.

"What? No, you know that. When was I ever a nudist?" Sarah asked, her turn to 
be annoyed at the stupid question.

"I figured, you're too uptight," Kierra replied. "It's just I did overhear HR 
talking about how they needed more of em. You know, so they can't be accused 
of being discriminatory? Like, three left in the last two months."

"You're kidding," Sarah said.

"It's all I got," Kierra answered.

Sarah hung up the phone, thinking that was a total waste of time. But almost 
immediately her thoughts returned to the idea, as it would for the next day 
and all the following weekend. Everytime she shrugged the idea off as being 
ridiculous, it managed to creep back. She was old enough to register as one, 
and it sounded like it could give her the edge she needed. None of the 
candidates were nudists, she knew for a fact. But she wasn't a nudist either. 
Giving up her clothes, walking around naked? That just wasn't her. And it 
would be a silly thing to do for an internship. But it was a really 
competitive internship, one that could have a huge impact on her future...

She tried to take her mind off of things during the weekend, but by Monday she 
was fully obsessed: she needed to win this. The more she thought about it 
though the less self confident she felt; she was sure they'd overlook her for 
one of the other students. The interview was all she could think about. It was 
scheduled for Thursday, and she felt more nervous by the minute as Monday wore 
on. Classes were winding down in preparation for finals, she had a 9 AM one 
and then was free for the rest of the day. She tried studying at the library 
around lunchtime but found concentrating almost impossible. Instead she began 
picturing life as a nudist: living naked in the dorm, shopping naked, going to 
work naked... at one of the best law firms in the city. Wasn't it worth doing 
anything for that.

Finally she looked up the Federal Bureau of Lifestyles website on the one of 
the library computers. She was familiar with it already, having taken an 
elective course covering Lifestyle law her first semester. When the Federal 
Marriage Amendment missed becoming constitutional law by a mere three states, 
the country's liberals were mobilized to take action. Newly empowered after 
the Republicans imploded, they pushed for legal protections for practitioners 
of minority lifestyles. The result was a new Federal Department, the Bureau of 
Lifestyles, which defined and legally protected the lifestyle choices of the 
country. Nudism was one of the first created, one of the first 50 which since 
has swelled to over 600. For the first time the country's minorities had the 
protection of law to live as they wished. However, since the government 
offered a number of incentives for registering, such as tax benefits and 
protection under equal employment laws, there were immediately individuals who 
gamed the system. There was a long and bitter fight over what to do about it, 
but ultimately the compromise came: People living alternative lifestyles would 
not just have the freedom to live the lifestyle they chose, they'd be required 
to, and were legally bound to live within the guidelines of the lifestyle if 
they registered.

Sarah realized that if she registered today she could have the card by 
Wednesday, in time for her interview. She could show up as a bona fide nudist, 
and hopefully her lifestyle would factor into their decision making. She hated 
to use that rather than her merits to get the internship; but at that point 
she'd convinced herself anything that helped her get this job was a good 
thing. Almost without thinking, she registered online, and the site told her 
she'd be a nudist in two days. There was no going back now.

The two days passed for her in a whirl, between class, studying for finals, 
and worrying about getting this internship. She'd almost forgotten about the 
nudist thing when her registration card came in the mail on Wednesday. It was 
really only then the reality settled on her, and she began asking herself what 
she'd done.

She didn't have much time to ponder it, it turned out. She stood there holding 
it in her hand for no more than five minutes when a knock came at the door. 
"Sarah?"

Sarah placed the card on her desk and opened the door, a little surprised to 
see the Bev, the RA, standing there. "Hi Bev, what can I do for you?"

"Well Sarah, I just got a notification from the Dean of Student Affairs that 
you've registered as a nudist?" Bev asked quizzically, obviously with some 
doubts about the truth of this.

"Yeah... I just thought I needed a change, something new in my life. The 
lifestyle seemed like it's for me," Sarah answered, not wanting to admit to 
the real reason she did it. In truth, she was actually surprised that the news 
had travelled so fast, and wondered why it warranted a visit from Bev.

"Oh, okay," Bev said, still with a mild disbelief in her voice. "Well, in that 
case, I have to give you this."

Sarah took a pamphlet that Bev handed her, titled Campus Policies Regarding 
Alternative Lifestyles. "Oh, well thank you," Sarah said, placing it on her 
desk with the registration card after briefly glancing at it.

Bev spoke with just a hint of nervousness in her voice now. "I have to let you 
know that myself and the Dean's office are available if you have any problems 
adjusting or need further accommodations to allow for your new lifestyle. 
And..."

Sarah looked at the RA, who seemed stuck on a thought. "Well, thank you 
again," she said, wondering if that was all.

"And," Bev continued, finally. "As a nudist, I have to confiscate your clothes."

Sarah stood frozen and shocked. She wasn't ready for that. It was one thing to 
imagine doing it, but the reality of giving up her clothes was something else 
entirely. Getting naked here, now, evoked a dreadful feeling that she hadn't 
even imagined. She had been obsessed with getting this internship - but at 
that moment it seemed like a long way off, and giving up her clothes was 
something she had to do here and now, and suddenly felt very scary.

"Maybe we should start with what you're wearing," Bev said after Sarah didn't 
move for several long moments.

"Ah, yeah," Sarah said. Her head was spinning. Was she really doing this? She 
knew she had to - she'd signed up for it, failing to comply with the nudist 
guidelines would make her a criminal now, and you were only allowed to change 
lifestyles once every two years, minimally.

Her fingers trembled as they reached below the hem of her tank top and lifted 
it over her head, exposing her Victoria's Secret bra. She struggled with the 
bra clasp next, finally feeling it come apart after fumbling for several 
seconds. She let the bra slip off, exposing her round C Cup breasts to Bev, 
each tipped off by small pink nipples. Her instinct was to cover up, but she 
knew she shouldn't. Bev looked on curiously, examining Sarah's body with her 
eyes as more of it became exposed. Sarah swallowed her pride and managed to 
undo the zipper to her denim skirt next, letting it fall to her ankles and 
leaving her clad only in thong knickers and sandals. With her eyes closed and 
Bev looking on, Sarah forced herself to finish the job, slipping her thumbs 
around the waistband of the knickers and pulling them down, kicking them into 
the small pile that had formed with the rest of the clothes she'd been wearing 
- the last clothes she'd ever wear. She was glad she'd always kept herself 
groomed down there... her only pubic hair was a bikini "landing strip", which 
was now on display for anyone to see.

Sarah stood there embarrassed and naked before Bev for well over a full minute 
before either of them moved or spoke again. Finally, Bev spoke. "Wow Sarah... 
you look hot. This was a good move for you."

Sarah felt herself blush with embarrassment. "Thanks..."

"Are all the clothes in the closet yours?" Bev asked.

"Yes," Sarah said meekly. She felt so different, naked in front of a fully 
dressed person. It was hard to feel confident at all - her self consciousness 
dominated.

Together, the two girls collected the contents of the closet. Gone was the 
suit Sarah would have worn for the interview, as well as all her casual 
clothes, clubbing outfits, styles and fashions. All that was left were the few 
pairs of shoes that fell in the nudist guidelines. Sarah couldn't get over 
what it was like to bag up her own clothes, completely naked, exposed before 
her fully dressed RA. Sarah had always been modest when it came to her body - 
she knew her body was an asset, something she controlled and could use to her 
advantage. She'd only let a select few boys have access to it up until now, 
something they'd all worked for and earned. But now it was there for everyone 
to see, always. Her normal confidence had abandoned her.

"We can either trash these, or donate them. Your choice," Bev said, once 
everything was collected in laundry bags. Even the sheets and blankets were 
pulled from the bed, and any towel large enough to wrap around her was gone. 
She was left with nothing that could conceivably cover her.

"We can either trash these, or donate them. Your choice," Bev said, once everything was collected in laundry bags. Even the sheets and blankets were pulled from the bed, and any towel large enough to wrap around her was gone. 
She was left with nothing that could conceivably cover her.

"Um, may as well donate them, I guess," Sarah said, starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

"Alright. I'll take them down for you," Bev said, picking up one bag and dragging two others. "See you around Sarah. Good luck."

See her around indeed.

That was earlier this afternoon. Sarah, had fortuitously wound up with a single thanks to a roommate who drank a little too much shortly into the second semester, and was happy for that right now, as she spent the afternoon and evening in the privacy of her room. She was afraid to leave, even opting to skip dinner. Life was going to be a lot different without clothes... she was afraid of what she'd gotten into, embarrassed to be exposed to the world, and nervous about the interview which was still looming over her tomorrow. 
Eventually she tried to sleep, but found the insomnia impossible to overcome.

Which is how she got to where she was now, laying in bed, thinking about what she'd done and how she'd have to deal with it, without so much as a sheet to cover her naked body. 



How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 2 
Sarah laughed with her girlfriends as they walked down the school hallway, trading the latest fashion and gossip, laughing and enjoying themselves, just as she'd done a million times before. But something about it felt wrong. She kept walking through the crowded hallway, unable to shake the uneasy feeling but without knowing what it was from. It almost seemed like they were laughing at her, instead of with the last joke that was told. But that was impossible - Sarah was the most popular girl in school, why would she get laughed at? They continued down the hallway, Sarah still feeling like something was wrong. They reached the middle of the school building, where Kierra was standing, along with her friends. Kierra pointed a finger right at Sarah. "Nubbly!" she shouted. Soon the whole school was chanting. "Nubbly! Nubbly!"

She dropped her books with a startle, for she realized that she'd completely naked except for her platform shoes, completely exposed in front of the whole school....

Sarah awoke suddenly, disoriented from the vivid dream she'd been having. She immediately sought to reassure herself that she wasn't in High School any more, and that she wasn't naked. It only took a moment for reality to come crashing back down, as the events of yesterday came flooding back into her head. She wasn't in high school anymore... but she didn't have clothes anymore, either.

Sarah sat up, swinging her bare legs over the edge of the bed and breathing heavily, trying to shake off the remnants from the dream. She glanced at her clock. 6:30. She couldn't have been asleep for very long, although she didn't know when exactly she'd managed to fall asleep. Warm sunlight was coming in through the window and falling on her skin. The humidity must have broken during the night, as it felt much more pleasant now than it had yesterday. She took several deep breaths, finally leaving the dream behind her, and turned her thoughts to the day ahead.

Today was the day of her interview at Matthews and Grant, the whole reason she'd become a nudist. She was sure that had been a mistake now; she felt none of her usual confidence. How could she, when she was stark naked, exposed for everyone to see? She looked at her closed dorm room door. The biggest interview of her life was in just a few hours, and she hadn't even been brave enough to venture outside her tiny room yet.

She became aware of the pressure in her bladder and realized that sitting here wouldn't be an option for very much longer. She felt around the floor under the bed until her bare feet came upon her furry pink slippers. Unfortunately, that was all the clothing she'd be allowed from now on.

Taking a deep breath (and noticing how that seemed to make her bare breasts stick out) she picked up her small purse containing her ID and key ring and then walked to the door of her dorm room. Nervously, she unlocked the door and stepped outside into the hall. There were about six rooms to each side of the hallway on this floor, so she was pleasantly surprised to find the hall empty. She began a slow walk to the end of the hall where the girl's bathroom was located, trying to adjust to the surprising number of new sensations she felt as a result of being nude. She wasn't sure what she'd expected really; if she thought about it at all, she'd imagined walking around nude wouldn't have felt any different than wearing clothes. The myriad of feelings on her body surprised her though: each tiny wisp of air across her bare skin, every bounce of her breasts, and every time her swinging arm touched her naked hip reminded her of her state of undress.

She entered the communal bathroom to discover it wasn't nearly as empty as the hallway. She heard several showers running and two of Sarah's dorm mates, Amy and Ronda, stood at the row of sinks brushing their teeth. Sarah did her best to act casually as she found her bathroom kit amongst the others usually left there, but she was immediately noticed by the two girls.

"Um.... Sarah? You forget something?" Amy said, sounding more confused than surprised.

"No, this is how I'll always be now... I registered as a nudist," Sarah said, not sure she sounded at all convincing.

"Why?" Ronda asked, putting down her toothbrush and staring at Sarah.

Sarah did her best to act naturally, though she knew she was failing as she fumbled to get some toothpaste on her brush. The embarrassment of being naked in front of other people was excruciating, she hadn't really been ready for this. "I've just... thought about this lifestyle for a long time. It's something I wanted for myself. I can't explain it." It was true, she couldn't explain it. Even she felt like she was nuts.

"So like, you're gonna walk around naked all the time now? In front of everyone?" Ronda continued.

Sarah just nodded as she brushed her teeth. She felt her skin turning red with embarrassment, especially as Ronda's words started to sink in. In front of everyone... these two girls were just the beginning.

"I don't get it," Ronda said simply.

"Yeah, you never seemed the type. You're usually so conservative," Amy chimed in. "What changed?"

The truth was something Sarah didn't want to admit to anyone... it sounded stupid even to her now. But why else would anyone want this?

"Nothing," Sarah said, trying to think of something. "I just like to be naked... I think I look good."

"Is it about boys?" Amy asked. "Cuz you know -"

"Whoa!" Yukiko, an asian girl and open lesbian said as she emerged from a shower stall and saw the naked Sarah. "Nice, Sarah."

Sarah felt humiliated. It wasn't that she was homophobic... she and Yukiko had always been friendly, and Yukiko's sexual orientation had never bothered her before. But as Yukiko checked out her naked body, Sarah squirmed inside.

"Thanks," Sarah said, somewhat quietly, before darting into a shower stall and hiding behind the curtain. She hadn't been ready for the way the other girls looked at her, as if she was on display for them to examine. She was shaken and embarrassed... and oddly, a little excited. There was a familiar moisture between her legs that she couldn't explain. She couldn't be turned on from all this, could she? No, she told herself that just couldn't be.

She gulped, placing her pink slippers on the small stool and stepping into a hot stream of water. She forced herself to calm down a bit. It hadn't been that bad, she told herself. It was just the because this was her first time. She'd get used to it and soon enough this would all seem normal, right? As much as she tried to convince herself of that, she couldn't quite believe it. She felt overwhelmed with a endless array of unexpected sensations and emotions. Being the only naked person when everyone else was fully dressed was embarrassing, to say the least. She had no idea how she'd manage to present herself for the interview later today, let alone how she'd go on like this.

The shower worked it's magic, relaxing her until she felt better. She stepped out and towelled off. Feeling refreshed, she put her pink slippers back on and stepped out. The bathroom was now empty save for two other showers running. Sarah didn't especially want to be seen by their occupants though so she quickly headed out of the bathroom.

Normally, the next step in her morning routine was to go back to her room to get dressed. But since that was now impossible, she didn't see any reason to return to her room, even though it was tempting to get out of the public eye. Sarah was determined to deal with her situation; she was here of her own doing and she knew she had to live with it. So rather than go back to the privacy and comfort of her room, a determined Sarah headed downstairs to breakfast, wearing only her pink slippers.

Sarah was lucky enough to live in a dorm with its own dining hall on the first floor, but today that provided little comfort. She could hear the bustling noise of the hall as she descended the last flight of stairs into the lounge. She immediately attracted the attention of the few students hanging out there; her presence stopped all conversation as the students admired the naked co-ed in their presence. Sarah blushed; she was accustomed to being admired, but these looks were different. Instead of being an object of desire that was out of reach for most, she was now... just an object available for anyone and everyone to see. Sarah tried not to look at anyone as she crossed the lounge, but as a result almost crashed into another girl who was making her way to the stairs. Sarah dodged at the last second and cringed at the scowl the girl shot at her. Sarah looked at her with envy as the girl headed up the stairs, fully dressed in a short skirt and tank top.

The dining hall was small, but busy. Even at this early hour, twenty to thirty students sat around eating and chatting. Sarah felt totally exposed and helpless to stop the inevitable stares that met her as she crossed to the buffet line. Conversations stopped, and the room was briefly quiet before a round of hushed conversations began discussing the naked girl in the dining hall. Sarah overheard a few - one person asked who she was and if she lived here, another described nudists as "attention sluts", and still another said he'd love to do something to her... Sarah didn't quite catch what it was, but decided she was best off not knowing.

She made her way down the buffet picking up a good sized breakfast: Orange juice, cereal, some waffles, and an apple. She slid her tray to the end of the buffet line, where a student worker sat at a register. She guessed he was a freshman like her, but her looked young and had a particularly pervy look about him. Sarah cringed as she stopped in front of him to dig out her meal plan card, keenly aware of the fact that her breasts was barely a foot from his face, and his eyes never rose above that level.

"So, Sarah..." he said, reading her name off her card before swiping it. "Got any plans for the weekend?"

Sarah couldn't believe the little twirp was actually hitting on her. "I'm busy," she said indignantly, before taking her card back and walking away, looking for a seat.

"Whoa, Sarah is that you?" A girl said as Sarah walked through the dining hall.

Sarah stopped, turning to see who had spoken. The voice belonged to Jennifer, the girl who lived across the hall from Sarah. She was sitting with her roommate Lindsay (though everyone called her Linds) and a boy named Scott who Sarah recognized from the floor above them. "Hi, Jennifer," Sarah replied, uneasily.

"I didn't recognized you without your clothes," Jenn said. "Um, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"It's my lifestyle now," Sarah answered simply. Scott's eyes were unabashedly roaming her body, making her feel even more embarrassed.

There was an awkward silence that lasted for several moments before Jenn offered "Wanna sit?"

Sarah accepted the offer, and once again found herself in the embarrassing position of being naked with a group of fully dressed friends. She was keenly aware of it as she took her seat; she was clearly the center of attention, exposed and unable to hide herself, an outsider even as she joined the circle.

Sarah tried to keep her mind off of it by turning her attention to her food. Her ordeal hadn't affected her appetite in the least; her belly was rumbling with hunger. The small table sat in relative silence for a few minutes, although everyone's eyes pretty much stayed on Sarah. Finally, Scott broke the silence. "So I don't get it," he said.

Sarah looked up from her almost finished bowl of cereal. "Get what?" she asked. His eyes were boaring into her breasts; she wanted to cover them so bad but knew she couldn't.

"Why you'd want to show off like this," he said. "I mean not that I'm complaining, a hot girl like you... but you never really seemed like an exhibitionist."

"She's not an exhibitionist, she's a nudist. There's a difference," Jenn said. "Isn't there?"

"Yes. Nudists just don't believe in modesty or body shame. I don't get off on this," Sarah explained. Even as she said it though, a wetness between her legs told a different story... something that confused and frightened her. The stares she was getting were humiliating... there wasn't anything enjoyable about this. That's what she told herself, at least.

"Isn't today the day of your big interview?" Jenn asked.

"Yeah. It's at 1," Sarah answered.

"Funny it's on the same day you became a nudist..." Jenn said quietly.

Sarah didn't answer, instead taking a last gulp of orange juice and then standing up. "Actually, I have to get ready for it. I'll see you all later. Thanks."

"Yeah... be seeing a lot of you!" Scott said.

Sarah burned with embarrassment as she walked off, still turning the heads of everyone in the dining hall. She still couldn't believe what this felt like, or even that she was doing this at all. But she didn't have a choice now. She'd made it her life. Sarah the nudist.

And she was glad she hadn't felt the tiny trickle of moisture crawling down her leg from her wet pussy until after she'd left the dining hall area.
  



How Sarah Became a Nudist: Chapter 3 
"Oh God," Sarah moaned, as her fingers rubbed her clit furiously. A moment later she bucked her hips in the air, groaning as an intense orgasm washed over her, causing her whole body to tremble before she collapsed back down on her bed.

For several minutes she simply laid there panting, just enjoying the feeling of bliss that came with the afterglow of her orgasm. She was naked, sweaty, and smiling. She'd always been very sexual; there was little in life that an orgasm wouldn't cure, and that was true in this case. The stresses of her predicament and impending interview were distant things in her mind, as she squirmed on her bed and relived the intense feelings of pleasure in her head.

She couldn't believe how horny she felt this morning, she didn't know what had come over her. When she'd gotten back to her dorm room she just sort of started touching herself. She honestly didn't remember starting... but it quickly grew to one of her most intense orgasms ever.

She laid in her bed, sweating and naked, for several minutes. Eventually the afterglow faded and reality started to encroach on her. She had a huge interview in barely three hours that she was in no way ready for; no small part of the reason was that she had to do the whole thing naked. She hadn't thought of that when she'd hatched this stupid plan; she didn't know how she was going to put her best foot forward without even the benefit of shoes.

But wait, she suddenly realized. Shoes weren't out of the question; there was just limits to what they'd be allowed to cover. She jumped off her bed and dove to her mostly empty closet, but was thrilled that she'd kept most of her shoes. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for; three inch open toed heels. She could wear them and still be well within the nudist guidelines.

She smiled to herself as she began to consider what else she could do. She had to be naked; but she could still look her best for this interview. Quickly, she exited her room and headed for the bathroom, glad to find it empty at this hour. She hopped in the shower, washing the smell of sex off of herself and replacing it with scented soap and shampoos. Exiting the shower, she stood at the mirror paying extra attention brushing her hair. She headed back to her room and found her seldom used make up. She didn't apply much but what she did made a difference. She tried to imagine herself wearing a business suit and looking professional, and tried to duplicate everything about that, even though the business suit was impossible now.

Finally, she slipped on her chosen shoes and looked at herself. Not bad, she thought. It was as professional as she could get while still being naked. The heels really accentuated her legs and forced her to stand straight, thrusting her perky breasts straight out. She tried to picture herself in front of the interviewer like this... she couldn't just yet. But she had over two hours to figure that out.

She stood at the door to her room and took a big breath. This was it. She had to do this right or it would be all for nothing. With all the confidence she could muster, she opened the door and strutted out.

"Hey Sarah," Yukiko said, just returning to her room from somewhere. "Whoa, you look smoking!"

Sarah blushed, her confidence gone as quickly as she'd summoned it. "Thanks," was all she could say, as Yukiko looked her over.

"Going to your interview?" Yukiko asked.

"Yeah," Sarah replied, burning with embarrassment.

"Good luck... I'm sure you'll knock em dead, looking like that," Yukiko said.

Sarah blushed. "Thanks... well I gotta get going."

Sarah darted for the stairwell, anxious to get away from her gaze. She knew she couldn't appear embarassed like this for the interview, but she couldn't seem to control it. To make matters worse, the heels were making her unfettered breasts bounce and jiggle as she walked, constantly reminding her of her nude state and no doubt drawing attention to them. She had no idea how she was going to manage this.

There were only a few people in the lounge now. But just as before, she immediatley drew everyone's attention.

Breathe Sarah, she told yourself. You have to act like everything is normal. She put on a fake smile as she walked through the lounge, trying not to meet the eye of any of her dormmates. She crossed the room without incident, but paused when she got to the big double doors at the front entrance. She suddenly realized she had to go outside, stark naked. She stood frozen before the immense psychological barrier before her. She'd never been fully naked outside before, and she just couldn't believe she was going to do it. 

Holding her breath and summoning all her will power, Sarah pushed through the big door and stepped out onto the front landing of her dorm building. It was a beautiful early May day - the sun shone warmly, it's rays covering her skin. It was an incredible sensation, one which temporarily made Sarah forget what she was doing, as she simply stood and enjoyed it. She let herself breathe again.

The positive feeling didn't last for long though as she scanned her surroundings and realized there were a lot more people out here than she'd expected, and she was already attracting a lot of stares. The warm weather must have motivated a lot of students to study out on the green rather than indoors. And even among the many bikini-clad sunbathers, a fully nude co-ed stood out.

A small group of fraternity brothers near the dorm entrance took immediate notice and lost no time in introducing themselves. "Hey, what's your name?" A tall blonde one shouted, directed at her.

"Er, Sarah," she replied, trying to stay cool despite being ogled by the boys.

Evidently that was enough of an invitation for him to walk over, because that's the next thing he did. "Hi, I'm Jerome, with the Delts," he said. "Amazingly I don't think I've seen you around campus before Sarah."

Sarah groaned internally. The Delts had a reputation for being a party frat, often trying to emulate their namesake from the movie Animal House. "Well I'm normally not naked around campus..." she replied. God, were his eyes ever going to come off her boobs? She wanted to cover them so badly...

"Well I'm glad you decided to today!" he replied, smiling. "You should hang with us, we were about to start a game of Frisbee. You can be on my team."

"Sorry, but I have to be somewhere," Sarah said. "Maybe another time"

She walked off quickly, before he could say anything else. Normally, frat boys wouldn't bother her - heck, she liked the attention even. But being nude made her feel vulnerable in a way she'd never experienced before. She could swear she felt their eyes on her ass as she walked down the footpath though. She knew the heels weren't helping, forcing her hips to rotate with every step. She headed for the city subway connection on the far side of campus, every step taking her further from the relative sanctuary of her dorm and further into the world of public nudity. What she had done was really starting to sink in - everyone on campus was going to see her naked eventually. Most of them today. Not to mention the thousands of people in the city of Boston, everyone at the law firm she was about to interview with... and who knows how many other thousands of people before she could possibly un-register herself and put on clothes again. She'd abandoned all claims to modesty or privacy; the thought made her head swim as she crossed campus and made more heads turn.

Sarah tried to push the thoughts from her head. You're a nudist Sarah. Stay focused. It didn't help much.

Sarah crossed the small parking lot outside the subway station and descended the stairs just as the subway train was opening its doors to accept passengers. Sarah swiped her card at the turnstyle and boarded, thankful for at least that little bit of luck.

The car was initially empty; the campus was at the end of the subway line and so didn't get many passengers here beyond the students. The downside though was that it would be a half hour ride until she reached her stop downtown. Sarah took a moment to breathe and compose herself, glad that for the moment there was no one around to see her. It only lasted a minute though... two more students boarded before the train as it sat waiting to leave the station.

The first was an blonde girl that paid her no attention, she simply took a seat and pulled out a book, hardly noticing the naked girl sharing the car with her. The second was an Indian girl, who unfortunately for Sarah was much more interested.

"Hi," the girl said, taking a seat near Sarah's. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Reena."

The contrast between the two girls couldn't have been greater. Sarah, sitting nervously, naked except for her shoes and handbag which she held in her lap. Reena however seemed totally confident, dressed in casual jeans, boots, and a stylish shirt.

"Sarah," she said her name politely.

"I run the campus society for lifestylists," Reena told her. "I haven't seen you there, have you ever thought about joining? We don't have many nudists but there's a lot of great people in other lifestyles."

"Which are you?" Sarah asked. Reena looked normal, so Sarah was surprised to hear this.

"Polyandry," Reena answered. "I have two husbands."

"Oh," Sarah said. Wanting to be polite, she added "Well, I'll think about joining."

Reena smiled. "Well I hope you do," she said. "It was nice meeting you."

Sarah smiled back, though inwardly she cringed. You're a freak now, Sarah, She told yourself. There's a reason lifestyles get special protection, because they're not normal. They even have their own clubs. For someone who'd so recently prided herself on being the popular girl, that was a depressing thought, and one that stayed with her as Reena left to greet someone else who'd boarded.

The train lurched and started moving a minute later, taking Sarah towards her interview. She suddenly realized that if she didn't get this job she'd still have to be a nudist. In a few hours, she'd either have the position or not - but either way, she'd be a freak for years to come.




Without further ado, Chapter 4:

Sarah sat uncomfortably wedged between a fat man and a senior citizen with a cane, the train having got quite crowded long before it reached her stop. She was still the only naked person in the crowd though, which for some reason clustered around where she was sitting. The senior citizen on her left wasn't so bad; he seemed almost as embarrassed as she was. But the fat man could barely hide his stares and kept making lame attempts to hit on her. Sarah tried to deal with it in stride, but nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when the train finally stopped.

The subway station was unbelievably crowded, and Sarah felt intensely uneasy walking naked through so many people. Even with hundreds of other people around her, she stood out from the crowd being the only one without any clothes. Another wave of nervousness washed over her. Come on Sarah, she chided herself. You can't feel like this if you're going to convince the interviewer you're a bona fide nudist. Summoning all her courage, she tried to show more confidence in her steps, walking tall and thrusting her bare breasts outwards. On display.

The city street wasn't much different. It was bright and sunny, and crowded with an uncountable number of people. Sarah was the only naked one. She did her best to maintain her composure as she crossed the street, as if walking naked through the middle of a city was the most natural and normal thing in the world to her. She wasn't sure how well she pulled that off, but she still breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her destination. Thankfully the building was only a block away from the subway stop, and the lobby was empty save for the man at the security desk.

"Can I help you miss?" he said, looking Sarah's naked form over.

"Yes, I'm here for an interview," Sarah said.

"Name?"

"Sarah Mariano," she answered.

The air conditioning kicked on, blowing cool air across the lobby and making her skin crawl - which didn't go unnoticed by the guard. He smiled before reaching under the desk and pulling out a visitor pass.

"Here you go," he said. "Take the elevator to the fourth floor, someone there will assist you."

Sarah took the laminated badge and looked it over. It just said "Guest" with a bar code, but that wasn't the issue - it was the metal alligator clip glued to the back of it.

When Sarah didn't move after several seconds, the guard asked "Is something the matter?"

"Um," Sarah stammered, unsure what to say. "Yes. I'm naked..."

"I noticed," he said.

Sarah burned with embarrassment as she clarified. "I've nowhere to clip it," she explained.

The guard smiled. "Oh, yes, I suppose that would be a problem for you," he said. He looked back under his desk and found another one, this one with a long chain. Handing it to Sarah he said "Take this one instead."

"Thank you," Sarah said meekly, accepting it and putting it around her neck and leaving quickly, heading for the elevators off to the side of the lobby. She was pleased when the doors immediately opened upon pressing the call button, and stepped inside an empty elevator.

Sarah did her best to calm her growing nerves as the elevator began a surprisingly slow ascent to the fourth floor. This interview would have been stressful enough under normal circumstances; she couldn't believe she now had to do it naked. She felt so exposed and vulnerable in this state; not the cool, confidant woman she needed to be to get this job. The walls of the elevator were covered in big mirrors, giving Sarah another chance to look at herself. The cool air of the building had given her goosebumps and her nipples were standing out. Her hair was a little more frazzled than she'd like it to be - the heat and humidity of the day had already done its work on it. She also noticed, between her legs, a slight glint of moisture... she told herself it was sweat, but she knew it wasn't. The tingling she felt there was hard to ignore.

The door opened and Sarah stepped out into what appeared to be another lobby; there was a couch and several chairs. Big street facing windows covered the left side of the room, and a reception desk was located opposite the elevator. There were a few other people in the lobby who immediately took notice of Sarah, but she did everything she could to just shut them out of her mind. She didn't want anything to distract her from rocking this interview. Of course, being naked isn't helping matters...

She crossed the lobby to approach the receptionist desk. A pretty blond girl dressed in a professional suit sat behind it. The nameplate read "Fleur DeCannes" and Sarah guessed she wasn't much older than she was. Fleur looked up from her computer screen and her eyes widened when she saw the naked Sarah standing in front of her.

"Oh... can I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview," Sarah said, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of Fleur's eyes scanning her body. "Sarah Mariano"

Fleur called up a calendar on her computer screen and scanned it. After a moment she marked something, and then handed a Sarah a clipboard. "Fill this out. Tom Matthews will be interviewing you in about twenty minutes," Fleur told her.

"Thank you," Sarah said, taking the clipboard and a pen. She scanned the available seating. Two other people were sitting in the lobby and pretty openly staring at her... she opted for the seat furthest from them, even though it was closest to the window. She moved quickly to the seat, wanting to minimize the time she spent in front of the window giving everyone on the street a show.

The clipboard had a pretty standard application form on it - name, address, that sort of thing. Sarah got busy filling it out; she was almost done in a few minutes when someone else came walking in from the offices in back. "Hey Fleur, we want to know if you feel like going back to Firehouse today for lunch," the girl asked.

Sarah froze. Unfortunately, she recognized the voice immediately and didn't even have to look up to confirm who it was. It was Kierra. Sarah hoped she simply wouldn't be noticed; but that was basically impossible being naked as she was. Kierra spotted her almost immediately. "Oh my God - Nubbly!?" Kierra explained.

Everything has to look normal, Sarah told herself. Fake it. You can do this. "Hi, Kierra."

Kierra put her hand over her mouth in an exaggerated attempt to stop from laughing. "I never thought you'd actually have the guts to show up here naked," she said, still suppressing outright laughter.

"Well, I should. I'm a nudist now." Sarah's cheeks burned. This was a girl who'd managed to torment her for a year just because she'd lost her top once. Now here she was totally naked in front of that girl; and at her suggestion no less. Sarah supposed there was an irony in that; but at the moment she was just doing her best not to panic. She realized that Kierra was the one person who knew that her reasons for becoming a nudist were less-than-legitimate, and that could sink Sarah's chances here if Kierra decided to share that with anyone.

Fleur took a renewed interest in Sarah at this point. "You two know each other?"

"Nubbly and I went to high school together. But that was a clothed version of her," Kierra explained. Then, with a smirk, "Although with her fashion sense, this is quite the improvement!"

Both Kierra and Fleur giggled. "I see... and where's 'nubbly' come from?"

"Oh, that's just a friendly nickname we had for her, isn't it nubbly?"

Friendly my ass, Sarah thought. "Of course"

A man stepped out of the office area. "Sarah Mariano?" he asked, looking around.

Sarah sighed with relief. Anything was better than being in this room now, even being interviewed naked. She got up, giving Kierra a full view of her naked body for the first time, and walked over to the man. "Yes, hello," she said.

The man stared, apparently losing his bearings at the sight of the beautiful nude woman. "Hi," he said, then paused, then cleared his throat. "Tom Matthews," he said, shaking her hand.

"A pleasure," Sarah replied, forcing a smile.

"If you'll follow me, we're conducting interviews in the conference room," Tom said.

"Of course," Sarah replied. He led her through a short hallway and passed a row of cubicles. Though she got some shocked glances from some of the workers, it was still better than spending another moment in the room with Kierra. A moment later Tom opened a door to the conference room, and held it for her as she walked inside. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she stepped through the door. Nudists aren't self conscious, she scolded herself. She made herself smile that much more.

Tom took a seat on the side of the table and motioned for her to sit next to him.

"Welcome Sarah, and congratulations on making it this far," Tom said, in an obviously well rehearsed tone of voice. "I'm sure you're aware that you're younger than the interns we usually hire. We have an unusually heavy caseload right now though, and obviously your resume stood out. I must say I'm surprised to see you're a nudist though; my notes don't have anything about that. You should rest assured though that Matthew's and Grant is an equal opportunity employer that values diversity and respects all lifestyles."

"Thank you," she said. That's what I'm counting on...

"My name is Tom Matthews," he said. "My older brother, Sam Matthews, is one of the founding partners of this firm. If you're hired, you should get to meet him; but you'd be working directly for me on this current case. It's a class action civil rights lawsuit against S-Mart; we're alleging institutional discrimination against registered lifestylists. As you may know, they're one of the top 50 employers in the nation, so nothing about this case is a small matter."

Sarah nodded. An air conditioner kicked on at just that moment; blowing cold air across her body. She shivered slightly and felt her nipples harden, something with Tom didn't fail to notice, going by his eyes. There was little doubt that Tom, like most men, enjoyed the sight of this naked girl.

The interview continued like that for a little while. Tom described the details of the case and the kind of things she'd be doing as an intern - mostly dealing with paperwork, unsurprisingly. Sarah for her part did her best to ask smart questions about the case, to show off her knowledge of the relevant laws and procedures. She hoped that any embarrassment she was showing would be chalked up to nervousness about the interview, which she hoped would be acceptable - because in truth, she'd never been more nervous about anything. She tried to get a read from Tom as to how well she was doing, but the only thing she could tell for sure that he liked about her was her boobs.

Finally the inevitable question came. "So Sarah, tell me about being a nudist."

She gulped. "I only registered relatively recently," she said, choosing her words carefully so as not to outright lie. "It's just something that I'd felt was right for me. I'm not sure what else to say about it, honestly."

Tom looked her over, and the conversation paused. Sarah grew nervous, wondering if she'd said something wrong, or if he'd guessed the real reason she had shown up naked today. Then suddenly, before she even had a chance to reconsider, she shifted in her seat and spread her legs, giving Tom a full display of everything between them. She immediately kicked herself internally - this is wrong, she told herself. But she didn't change positions again, and instead tried to look casual, as if she hadn't noticed the show she was giving Tom. Just like a nudist would.

Tom didn't miss the bait, staring openly for several long moments before he seemed to gain control of himself. "Oh, um, yes, that's fine. Mostly it was my own curiosity. We don't currently have any other nudists working at the firm."

Sarah smiled, taking the opportunity to close her legs and shift positions again. "I understand," she said.

Tom stood up and Sarah followed. "Well Sarah, it was a pleasure to meet you. We'll be making our decision at the end of the day, someone will call you."

"Thank you," she said, shaking Tom's hand. "It was a pleasure as well."

Tom led her back to the lobby where Sarah quickly got on the elevator and breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was only now that she realized how hard her heart was pounding



Chapter 5

Sarah had no memory of the trip home after her interview, which she blamed on the adrenalin surge she was still feeling hours later. She still couldn't believe that she'd now spent over a day totally naked - around the dorm, around campus, and even in the middle of the city. She went to the most important interview of her life wearing nothing but heels and a smile, and given the interviewer a full display of her most intimate parts.

All of that made her blush to think about, but inexplicably, it was also making her feel hornier than she could ever remember feeling. Which is why she'd spent most of the afternoon splayed out on her bed with her vibrator buried deep inside her. In her mind, she relived every moment when she'd been stared at, but especially that moment in the interview where she'd consciously displayed herself, exhibiting her pussy for Tom Matthews. It was so embarrassing when it happened, but now it seemed so... hot. In the back of her head Sarah wondered if she was turning into some kind of exhibitionist, but that thought was buried below the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Sarah gasped as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, and then collapsed, smiling and squirming in the afterglow, her skin glistening with beads of sweat as she lay sprawled out on her bed.

Her afterglow was unfortunately cut shore by her cell phone ring tone. She fumbled blindly for it on her nightstand, finally finding the handset and putting it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said.

"This is Mary Williams with Matthew's and Grant. I'm calling to invite you to be a part of our summer internship program," the voice on the other end said.

Sarah hardly contained herself through the rest of the brief conversation. She managed to write down a few notes, a phone number, some other information that Mary gave her over the phone - but when she finally hung up, Sarah contained herself no longer. "EEEEE!" she yelled, practically bouncing with excitement.

This whole nudist thing may have been a dumb idea, but it just PAID OFF big time. She got the job. This was huge.

Excited and hardly thinking, she danced out of her room, unconcerned with her nudity or anything other than finding someone to share the news with. As fate would have it, the first person she ran into was Yukiko, wrapped in a towel and headed for the shower.

"Whoa, Sarah, you look happy," Yukiko commented.

"I got the job!" Sarah explained, embracing her friend in glee.

Yukiko, far from acting uncomfortable about the whole thing, shared in the enthusiasm. "That's great!" she shouted, hugging Sarah back.

Having finally shared with someone, Sarah calmed down a little bit and her self consciousness began to reassert itself. She still smelled of sex, and was standing naked in a hallway with her lesbian friend, who herself was only wearing a towel.

"Yeah," Sarah said, still smiling, but now with just a hint of embarrassment. "So... headed for the shower?"

"Yeah, just got back from a work out," Yukiko said.

"I think I'll join you," Sarah said. Then, catching herself, "Separately, I mean. Not join you join you." she added, blushing.

Yukiko laughed. "I got what you mean. Come on."

The two girls walked to the bathroom, which they found empty. "So, you'll be working in the city all summer?" Yukiko asked.

"Yeah, guess so!" Sarah answered as the girls picked up their soap and shampoos from the common ledge.

To Sarah's surprise, Yukiko whipped off her towel before entering one of the shower stall. It occurred to Sarah that she was the first person she'd seen naked since, well, everyone had gotten to see her naked. It was surprising how little Yukiko seemed to care.

"Given any thought to where you're going to live?" Yukiko asked, talking over the wall separating the shower stalls.

"Not yet," Sarah replied, after stepping into the stall next to Yukiko's and turning the water on.

"Well, if you're interested, I'm looking for a roommate for the summer, the girl I was supposed to stay with bailed on me to go to Europe instead," Yukiko said.

"Where?" Sarah asked.

"Downtown," Yukiko answered. "It's on Lowry, about a block from the 5th st subway entrance."

That was only one stop from the law firm. Sarah could hardly hope for something better than that. "That sounds great!"

The girls conversation drifted to other things after that, talk about the end of their classes and some campus gossip. Sarah was feeling pretty good about herself by the time she shut off the water and dried off with the half sized towel she was permitted.

Yukiko stepped out of the shower stall with her towel wrapped around her. "Hey," she said. "Feel like going down to the union for a bite to eat? I'm starved, and don't think I can stand the meal plan food one more day."

Sarah paused briefly - she didn't exactly look forward to more public nudity. But she was still feeling pretty good about herself, and the rumbling in her stomach overruled any apprehension.

"Sure," she said. "Just let me get dressed and -"

Yukiko laughed, and Sarah realized her mistake. "I mean, you can go get dressed. I'll just dry off."

The girls returned to the respective rooms. Sarah dried her hair, but decided to simply put it up rather than try to do anything else with it. She slipped on a pair of sandals and picked up a pair of sunglasses, and realized she was ready to go, which for some reason surprised her. There were some parts of being a nudist that just felt weird, and not taking any time to get ready to go out was one of them.

Still naked save for her sandals, she walked out of her room and headed to Yukiko's, knocking on the door. "Come in!" Sarah heard from within.

Sarah opened the door and found her friend wearing only a denim miniskirt, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that she was topless as Sarah walked in. "I can't decide... the white one, or the red one?" Yukiko asked, holding up each top respectively.

"The red," Sarah asked, with a pang of jealousy at even having this choice to make. She marveled a little bit at how casual Yukiko seemed to be with her own body - she wondered if it had something to do with being a lesbian, but she kept that thought to herself. She also thought it was weird that despite being gay, Yukiko seemed like the only person so far not to act weird about Sarah's nudity. Save for her initial shock earlier this morning, anyway.

Yukiko looked at the red top again and nodded. "Yeah, totally. The other one so doesn't go with this skirt. Don't know what I was thinking," she smiled, pulling the chosen top over her head and straightening it. "Must be nice to be free of these kind of dilemma's for yourself, huh?"

"I guess," Sarah said. In truth, her emotions were decidedly mixed on the subject. On the one hand, this was the most humiliating ordeal of her life. On the other...

"Ready?" Yukiko asked.

"Yep," Sarah answered.

The two girls left the room and headed for the staircase, Yukiko dressed lightly in her skirt and halter top, Sarah in nothing at all. They walked briskly through the lounge, Sarah choosing to ignore the attention that she immediately garnered just by walking through. They emerged into bright sunlight, which just felt good against Sarah's naked body. It was a sign of the oncoming summer that even this late in the day the sun was still up, something Sarah was glad for. She hadn't yet considered how she'd deal with being a nudist in the cold northeastern winter, and was perfectly happy not to think about it for a couple of months.

As they crossed the campus, Sarah did took stock of her admirers. The most openly staring were the various groups of frat boys hanging around the green. But she didn't go unnoticed by the more bookwormish students either, who all lifted their heads from their study notes as she walked by. Even many of the girls couldn't help but notice the naked girl now so brazenly walking across campus, her every inch of skin exposed for anyone who cared to look. It was still deeply embarrassing for Sarah, who doubted she'd be feeling so courageous if Yukiko wasn't walking by her side... still, she took notice of something else she was feeling deep inside, buried underneath the embarrassment and desire to cover up. It was the thing that made her jiggle her breasts just a little more than was strictly necessary, and put a little extra sway into her ass as she walked - it was a part of her that didn't entirely dislike her self inflicted forced nudity, and made itself known between her legs.

This was going to be an interesting summer.


Chapter 6

And without further ado:

Sarah moved about her new apartment nervously, opening and closing cabinet doors, straightening things, moving things. By contrast, Yukiko, now her roommate, relaxed comfortably on the sofa engrossed by whatever book she was reading. After this went on for some time though, Sarah's movements must have become too distracting. She put the book down and looked at her naked roommate. "Sarah, is everything okay? That's the third time you've moved that picture frame."

"Oh," Sarah said, embarrassed. "Sorry, didn't mean to bother you."

"It's okay, it's just you're acting like something's on your mind?" Yukiko asked.

"No, everything's fine," Sarah said. Then, after reconsidering. "Well, I dunno. My family's going to be here in a little while. And I haven't exactly, you know, told them... that I'm a nudist..."

The previous week had been such a blur. After the elation about getting the internship, Sarah had been forced to buckle down and refocus on finals. She'd spent most of the time in her dorm room studying, not thinking about the job, her nudity, or much else besides the immediate need to pass her classes. Aside from some shocked TA's and fellow classmates when she showed up to take her finals naked, it had been an uneventful week. That had changed suddenly with a hectic move yesterday, as it was the last day to move out of the dorms. Sarah and Yukiko struggled to fit everything into Yukiko's small car to take to their new apartment... both were grateful that Sarah didn't have any additional suitcases full of clothes to worry about (and that the apartment was fully furnished already). And though Sarah had excitedly spoken to her parents about the internship several times in the last week... the subject of nudism just never seemed to come up. They did, however, insist on driving up to take Sarah out to a congratulatory dinner before she began her internship tomorrow.

Yukiko did her best to conceal her amusement, but couldn't hide her smirk. Sarah just looked at her friend distraughtly and collapsed in a chair, only closing her legs several moments later in a bout of self consciousness. "I'm serious! They haven't seen me naked since I was three!"

Yukiko, realizing her reaction was uncalled for, switched gears to comforting her friend instead: "Well, do you think they'll take it badly?"

"I... I don't know," Sarah said. "They're pretty liberal and open minded I guess, but it's not like any of them are nudists. I don't know what they'll think of me."

Yukiko took her friend's hand. "When I was in High School I must have spent months fretting about how I was going to come out to my parents about being gay. I think up until then they'd wanted me to register for the traditional Japanese housewife lifestyle or something. But, when I finally did it, they just accepted it. Parents are cool like that, they love their kids. They'll see how important being a nudist is to you, and they'll support it."

But being a nudist wasn't important to her. It wasn't something Sarah would have ever chosen if she hadn't wanted that job so bad. And even the fact that she had gotten hired now seemed a minor consolation against the thought of opening that door naked for her parents. But that wasn't anything she could confess to Yukiko, so she just smiled and said "Thank you."

Sarah relaxed a little after that, at least enough that she could sit and watch TV until that fateful moment arrived.

Just a few minutes after six, the buzzer rang.

"Sarah?" The crackly, near-unrecognizable voice came over the building's intercom system. "It's your mother - buzz us in please."

Sarah held down the buzzer for a few seconds, unlocking the door at the front of the building for her parents. Sarah stood apprehensively, waiting.

"Do you want me to go?" Yukiko asked politely.

"No," Sarah said quickly. "Please stay." The thought of facing this alone was suddenly too much to deal with.

"Okay," Yukiko said, squeezing Sarah's hand for support. Sarah felt good about that, appreciating what a good friend Yukiko had turned into over the passed week.

A minute later a knock came at the door. Sarah suddenly felt more aware of her nudity than she'd felt since her first day as a nudist. The bushy carpet dug between her toes as she walked across it. She felt every wisp of air against her exposed skin as she crossed the living room. Her breasts bounced subtly as she moved, unconstrained by a bra. None of it felt especially unnatural to her any more, but it did all reinforce the fact that she was about to greet her parents naked at the door, which was filling her with indescribable dread.

Sarah grabbed the door handle and with a deep breath, swung the door open wide, exposing her whole body to her family for the first time since she was a little girl.

Her mother Jillian, a tall, blond haired woman in her late 40's, immediately looked confused. "Oh - Sarah - I'm sorry - wait - huh - where are your clothes?" She managed to stammer out.

Sarah's father, David, seemed more shocked than anything. "Sarah!" he exclaimed, before turning his head to look away from his naked daughter.

Her fourteen year old brother Dave Jr. (who Sarah had NOT been expecting) had apparently been too preoccupied with his iPod to notice what had happened right away. It was only at the sound of his dad's exclamation that he looked up. "Whoa..." he said.

Sarah was burning with embarrassment, her whole body blushing uncontrollably. "Hi guys..." she said meekly. "Please come in..."

Jillian, in an apparent effort to preserve something of her daughter's modesty, motioned for the other two to wait outside before entering the apartment and shutting the door. "Sarah!" she shouted. "Why are you naked? Is this some sort of joke?"

"No, mom, please," Sarah said, panicking. "I'll explain..."

The front door cracked open a bit, and her dad's voice came through. "Is everything alright?"

"Just wait a moment David, our daughter still isn't dressed. Go get dressed Sarah, and then we'll discuss this," her mom said coldly.

"I can't mom," Sarah was on the verge of tears. "I'd... I've decided... I'm a nudist."

"A what!?"

Seeing how badly this was going, Yukiko took a few steps to be closer to her friend.

"A nudist," Sarah repeated, in barely a whisper. She felt more ashamed than she'd ever felt in her life. "I... I... have to be n-naked..."

Her dad, impatient to wait in the hallway, came into the room, followed by her brother. "Jillian, Sarah, what's going on?"

"I wanted to tell you guys..." Sarah began, her self consciousness asserting itself fiercely. She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, and couldn't take her eyes off the floor in front of her.

"Our daughter decided to be a freak!"

"Mrs. Mariano!" Yukiko exclaimed, defending her friend. "Sarah's -"

"Shut up," Jillian shouted at Yukiko, now visibly angry. "You did this, didn't you? You perverted our Sarah!"

"Mom!" Sarah yelled.

"Jillian!" David said. He was clearly uncomfortably at all this

"I didn't raise my daughter to be so immodest," Jillian continued. "I didn't raise her to be some kind of a naked pervert."

Sarah tried to say something in response, but found it couldn't get through the tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. Yukiko took Sarah's hand, squeezing it.

Jillian looked at her daughter with steely eyes. "We'll have no part in this. We're leaving," she said, before turning away and walking out the door. David seemed torn as to what to do, but after a moment's indecision followed his wife. Dave Jr. took one last glance at the naked girl who was his sister, and then followed.

Sarah just stood for a moment, unable to control herself. Yukiko said something but she didn't hear what it was. A few seconds went by, and then Sarah bolted for the door, running out into the hallway. "Mom! Dad! Please!" she shouted through her tears to her parents who were just getting on the elevator. Her dad shot her one last painful look, but then went onto the elevator and the door closed behind them.

That was it. Sarah collapsed on the floor of the hallway, exhausted, crying, naked. Yukiko came out quickly and simply wrapped her arms around her friend, holding her. Sarah responded by burying her head deep in Yukiko's bosom, grateful for the small comfort of human contact. Some time later, the tears abated and Yukiko was able to coax Sarah back inside the apartment. Thoughts went through Sarah's mind faster than she could process them. It wasn't worth it. She'd been so willing to do anything for this internship, it was stupid. She sacrificed too much, and now she couldn't ever go back. She WAS a freak, just like her mom said. Someone who gave up clothes, for what? To be stared at, embarrassed, humiliated? To alienate her family?

But Sarah didn't voice any of this. She sat on the couch silently for a few hours, leaning against Yukiko, who offered what comfort she could in the form of hugs and tissues. Eventually, after the sun had gone down and it was dark in the apartment, Sarah regained control of herself. She'd always been a rational girl... she knew deep down, however she felt right now, and whatever mistakes she'd made... she was stuck being a nudist going forward. This she had to learn to live with.

"Thank you," she said to Yukiko with what was left of her voice.

"Of course sweety," she replied. "I told you I'd be here for you. I'm just so sorry..."

They sat for a while longer. Sarah didn't exactly feel better, but she was too drained to feel bad anymore. "Why don't you go get some rest?" Yukiko offered.

Sarah sat up, sniffling. "Yeah," she agreed. "I think I will."

She stood up shakily, just in time for the phone to ring. Yukiko answered it. "Hello?" Then, a moment later: "It's your dad."

Yukiko reluctantly handed the phone to Sarah, not wishing her see her friend become upset again. Sarah accepted it and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she said, her voice still raspy from crying.

"Sarah, I'm sorry about what happened," her father spoke.

Silence.

"It was - "

"Daddy I'm sorry please I'm so sorry," Sarah cried. "I didn't mean to - I would have asked - I wish I could take it back."

"Sarah, it's okay. It was just a shock, we weren't expecting to see you like that. I'm sorry I didn't behave better, I was wrong. I love you, you're my daughter and I'll ALWAYS love you. And I'll support whatever life you choose, Sarah. I hope you can forgive me," he said.

Sarah still cried. But the tears were different after hearing that. "I love you too," she said so quietly she was unsure he heard.

"And I'm sure you're mother feels the same way." He paused. "I'd just give her a few days to process this."

"Okay," Sarah said, the flow of tears finally stopping.

"Is there anything I can do for you now?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"You get some rest cupcake," he said. "You're still my little girl and you have a big day tomorrow."

Sarah, despite herself, smiled. "I will," she answered.

"Good luck tomorrow Sarah. I mean that."

"Thank you," she said.

There was no doubt she'd need it.



Chapter 7

Sarah still felt emotionally shaken when she woke up the next morning, but a solid, dreamless night's sleep helped her to feel a good deal better. The whole ordeal with her parents felt like some kind of a bad dream, and that's how she wanted it to stay for the day.

Her morning routine passed quickly and absentmindedly. She took a shower, had a bowl of cereal and brewed a pot of coffee (Sarah actually wasn't much of a drinker, but Yukiko would appreciate it when she got up). She left home around eight - the law firm was only a few blocks away, but she figured it couldn't hurt to show up early on the first day.

She had yet to meet anyone else living in her apartment building, so her first encounter with other people was when she exited the front door and walked out onto the busy street wearing nothing but open toed dress shoes and carrying a leather briefcase. If there was one universal truth about this world, it's that a naked girl attracts attention, as the stares she immediately got were a testament to. What little comfort she had acquired with being a nudist had literally vanished overnight - she once again felt every look of the passing pedestrians and motorists. Sarah felt especially self conscious as she walked the two blocks to the nearest subway station.

The office was only one stop away, which Sarah was happy about. Although the train was packed with morning commuters, it seemed to be a little more crowded than necessary around where she stood. She was very uncomfortable with the way people bumped and rubbed against her exposed skin, though she couldn't fairly say if any of it was intentional or not.

Sarah caught a glimpse of her reflection in some glass as she exited the station a few minutes later, noticing the summer tan she'd already developed. Normally that was something she had to work at, and still didn't get it until June. But here she was, Sarah the nudist, spending so much time outside in public naked that she had it already in May.

The sunlight beat down on her breasts as she exited to street level and waited at the crosswalk. She did her best to bury the feelings of embarrassment and shame, but couldn't help feeling them every time someone looked at her - especially since those people were mostly wearing modest business attire themselves.

Sarah was grateful to enter the lobby of the office building, where there were only three people standing around rather than the hundreds out on the street. Sarah did her best not to look at them as she approached the security desk, manned by the same guard she met last week.

"Um," Sarah gulped, clearing her throat. "I'm Sarah Mariano... I start work here today."

He looked up, somehow having not noticed her. Once he did though, a smile came over his face. His sitting position put her breasts right at eye level, and there his eyes stayed. Sarah needed to keep her newfound embarrassment in a bottle, but his leering gaze wasn't helping.

"Ah! I remember you! No alligator clip right? Though I guess you could always put it on one of them perky nipples..." he said, laughing at his own not terribly funny joke.

"Yeah. No clip please," she replied. She glanced down at her breasts, noticing how hard her nipples had become in the air conditioning. The thought of clipping anything to them just sounded painful though, and she had to resist the urge to rub them as she imagined it.

He fished around under the desk and pulled out a temporary ID badge attached to a metal chain, not unlike the one Sarah had worn last time she was here. "You'll have to get a real ID made before long," he said as he gave it to her.

Sarah nodded and headed for the elevators. As she waited she noticed the security camera, and realized that the guard could watch her on his monitors in pretty much any public area of the building. She hated the thought of giving him such a "show", but at the same time she also noticed just a hint of moisture had returned between her legs. She wanted to scream in frustration.

A few minutes later she was back in the Matthews and Grant lobby, only this time as an employee rather than an interviewee. It felt like a Pyhrric victory though, given that she was naked amongst for than a few thousand dollar business suits.

Sarah approached the receptionist desk, still manned by Fleur. "Hi. I start today; do you know where they want me?" she asked.

Fleur didn't seem to have much time for her: "Tom's not here yet, wait out here for him" she said curtly.

Sarah nodded and left Fleur to her tasks. She surveyed the room; there were about ten people in three small groups spread around the lobby, most everyone was sitting except for three people standing near the window. She had no idea if they were lawyers, clients, or other. Feeling nervous, Sarah took a seat furthest from the big street facing window, careful to cross her legs and keep her briefcase on her lap, sneakily covering her breasts. She eavesdropped on the group of people nearest to her, who either didn't notice or didn't care about the nudist nearby.

She reasoned that at least one of them must be a lawyer; the conversation seemed to revolve around a court case to be argued later in the day and the personality quirks of the Judge who would be presiding over it. She tried to get a sense for what the case was about, exactly, but she didn't have a chance before Tom strolled in.

Sarah barely had a chance to look up before she was immediately noticed by him. "Oh Sarah, great, glad you're here," he said.

She opened her mouth to reply, but then noticed the completely naked woman standing next to him. She just stared for a moment, stunned. "Hi," she finally said in return, unable to mask the surprise in her voice

Tim didn't seem to take note of the pause, or Sarah's surprise. "Sarah, this is Mayflower," he said, gesturing towards the naked person standing beside him. "She's one of the plaintiffs in the class action suit against S-Mart"

Sarah stood up, exposing herself totally to Tom and Mayflower, trying to fake confidence.

"How do you do?" She said politely, extending her hand.

Mayflower was an older woman; Sarah guessed about 40. She was a bigger woman, with wide hips and breasts that were at least a D cup, each capped off by big brown nipples. Stretch marks were visible on her stomach and thighs, and her curly, short, jet black hair didn't match her graying pubes.

"Very well," Mayflower replied, shaking Sarah's hand.

"Sarah is one of our new summer interns," Tom explained. "We're fortunate to have her - she's one of the youngest interns we've ever hired, but also one of the brightest, and easily the most talented law student I've ever met."

Sarah blushed, but for the first time in days not because she was naked.

"Sarah, why don't you follow us to my office, I can actually use you right away," Tom said, leading the way through the lobby and back to the main offices.

Sarah couldn't help but notice that all eyes followed the two naked women as they left the room. Tom led them through the hallway and passed the conference room where she'd done her interview. They walked passed a cubicle farm, busy with the sounds of ringing phones and typing on keyboards, until they reached Tom's office against a back wall.

The office was nice, if a little small. The back wall was almost entirely covered by a bookshelf. A desk with a computer on it was oriented so that the front faced the door. There were also two chairs, and a loveseat against the left wall.

"Have a seat ladies," Tom offered as he shut the door.

Sarah and Mayflower took a seat in each of the chairs. Sarah consciously crossed her legs, images of herself flashing her pussy to Tom during the interview running through her mind. Tom was the very model of professionalism today though, he seemed to take no notice of the fact that he was in a room with two naked women as he walked behind the desk and started tapping on the computer's keyboard.

"Testing... testing... " Tom said into a microphone. "Good. Sarah, I'd appreciate if you'd take notes on the meeting. The computer will transcribe the conversation word for word, but I find it helpful to have an outline of the essential points - the kind of thing the computer isn't very good at. And I know it's not very politically correct, but it's also helpful to have the perspective of a nudist with a lawyerly mind. Mayflower, you don't object to that, do you?"

"No, not at all," Mayflower replied. "I'm glad to know a nudist will be assisting, actually."

Sarah nodded with just a twinge of guilt; it was becoming clear that her employment might have had even less to do with her qualifications than she'd suspected. Still, she felt a little pride at the "lawyerly mind" comment. Tom handed her a laptop out of Tom's briefcase. "It'll be easier if you type it," he said.

"Sure," she said, then kicked herself internally for how unprofessional she sounded.

She rested the laptop on her bare thighs as it booted - it was hot, but not unbearably so. When it was done, she brought up MS Word.

"Alright Mayflower," Tom began. "One of the things S-Mart is going to do in this case is challenge your lifestyle bonafides. They'll argue you're a nudist only to take advantage of the legal benefits, rather than a genuine desire to practice the lifestyle, and therefore there's no reason to treat you as a member of a protected class. It's a dirty tactic, but it's one that was successfully used in The Tailor Company v. North Caroline, the closest precedent to this case. So it's one you'll have to be prepared for when it's time for you to take the stand."

Sarah felt the blood rush from her cheeks. She looked down at the laptop, letting her hair obscure her face as she typed away at the keyboard. For the first time it dawned on her that she was sitting in a room with a genuine nudist, and she was just a fake - guilty of exactly what Tom had just described. She felt an entirely new kind of ashamed.

"I'm the real deal," Mayflower replied. Sarah felt like she was being mocked, but there was no way Mayflower could know she was fake, could she?

"I gave up clothes when I was 19 and haven't worn so much as a stitch since," she continued. "My son is 14 and hasn't worn anything his whole life, cept for diapers as a baby. I wouldn't trade this lifestyle for anything - it's the way I want to be, and it infuriates me that there are people who can't deal with that. Sarah here knows what I'm talking about."

"Of course," Sarah said in a meek voice.

"We understand, of course," Toms said. "Can you elaborate on what motivated you at the time to register?"

She paused, obviously putting some real thought into her answer. "I've always had the nude bug, really. Wasn't really ever into fashion, didn't see the point. I used to stand in the shower, feel the hot water travel down my skin, and think about how right it felt. I always slept naked, always, since I was a little girl - mom couldn't get me to wear PJ's, rest her soul. Being naked just felt natural. Right. And I was that way a lot after I left the house. I hadn't really given much thought to registration though - it wasn't something I knew much about, and I was worried bout what people might think if I was a nudist. But then one day I met this boy that was a nudist... put the idea in my head. I registered when I was still dating him. He left after getting me pregnant though, the bastard"

Sarah just listened in amazement, doing her best to type a summary. Mayflower hadn't worn clothes since she was Sarah's age... it only added to the guilt Sarah was now feeling. To listen to a real nudist talk about it, it just sounded so alien... "natural" and "comfortable" weren't words Sarah would ever have used to describe her predicament. She couldn't imagine ever wanting to be this way - yet here was a person who clearly did, and had clearly made a sacrifice to do it. And Sarah had cynically taken advantage of a system set up to protect people like this.

The meeting went on all morning - Tom asked about every detail of her life at 19, her life after becoming a nudist, and then later about her employment as S-Mart. Sarah had had no ideas about the trials and tribulations of being a nudist; it was only now she realized what she could be in for. Mayflower described how she'd been treated by men and even other women - not just the stares and attention Sarah was so familiar with, but all the negative ways human beings were capable of treating someone who was different than them. And Mayflower went through it as someone who had wanted to be naked all the time. Sarah could barely stand it under the best of circumstances.

And, Sarah sullenly realized as they broke for lunch, she hadn't even been naked for two weeks yet - if Mayflower's life was any indication, that was barely the tip of the iceberg. 



How Sarah Became a Nudist
Chapter 8
Tue Dec 18, 2007 
23:0369.248.207.156

Sarah finished sorting the paperwork on her desk. With a sigh, she got up to 
go file it.

So far, she'd adjusted well enough to being naked while at her desk. The 
constant busywork was enough to distract her from her nudity, mostly anyway, 
and it the desk she'd been given was in a corner of the office that saw little 
foot traffic except for a few of the other interns working in the same spot.

But the trade off was that it was the most inconvenient spot in the office for 
just about everything (which explained why it was given to interns). So she 
found herself criss crossing the whole office every time she needed to get 
papers, file something, use the photocopier, or do anything else. She streaked 
by everyone on the floor at least once each already, and they certainly took 
notice when she did - it was amazing how many people coincidentally needed to 
use the photocopier at the same time she did.

This was the one place where she absolutely couldn't let it get to her though, 
where she had to truly be a nudist and not let her shame and embarrassment 
show. It was hard, given the attention she received. Everyone in the office 
knew her name already - even those who worked on the floor above (which also 
belonged to the law firm) and rarely saw. She was "the nudist", something for 
every lawyer and employee to ogle. The other interns regarded her with a mix 
of bemusement and jealousy.

She'd spent most of the first day with Tom. After the meeting with Mayflower 
he spent the afternoon showing her his workflow; it was clear that she was to 
be his unofficial assistant , helping with the S-Mart case. Yesterday had been 
more "normal"; she was shown around the office, introduced to other people, 
and given a desk. She was quickly assigned a huge amount of paperwork - mostly 
forms, filing, and organizational tasks. She collapsed on her bed at the end 
of both days - both from the actual work and the emotional exhaustion of 
maintaining her nudist facade all day long. She'd barely even seen Yukiko 
these last two days, despite living with her.

Today wasn't shaping up to be much different. Tom had greeted her early and 
then left for the courthouse immediately, leaving her with another load of 
paperwork. So like yesterday, she was doing her best to absorb herself in the 
work and put any thoughts about being naked out of her mind. But that wasn't 
always easy - it seemed there was always something around to remind her she 
was naked, and her body seemed to always be in a mildly aroused state lately, 
adding to her shame.

"Hi Sarah," said a stocky man in his mid 30's as Sarah bent over the 
photocopier.

"Hi... " she said in reply. She had a vague sense she'd been introduced to him 
already, but his name escaped her. He was a lawyer, but not one of the senior 
ones. He wore an ill-fitting suit that betrayed his size - she suspected that 
the jacket would close over his waistline if he tried. His eyes crawled over 
her body as he stood waiting to use the thing.

"Hope you're liking things so far," he said.

"I am, thank you," she said, picking up the copies from the tray. "Back to 
work though!"

She walked away, doing everything she could not to imagine him eying her ass 
as she did so. Before becoming a nudist, she'd never have guessed how many 
pervs there were in the world. Why did they all feel the need to ogle naked 
girls?

She headed back to her desk, but froze when she who was waiting for her. 
Perched on the edge of a desk Sarah's desk sat Kierra, wearing a nice tan 
pants suit with heels, complementing her dark skin and long black hair. She 
was merrily chatting with the other interns when Sarah approached. Sarah had 
so far avoided running into her old high school nemesis since she'd started 
working here, which she'd managed to do so far in large part because Kierra 
worked on the floor above Sarah's. She'd hoped she could go the summer without 
actually seeing her, as unrealistic hope as that was. It seemed today was the 
day her good luck streak was destined to come to an end.

Sarah briefly considered making a dodge for the bathroom, but she was spotted 
before she had a chance. "Nubbly!" Kierra shouted on spotting her. "How ya 
been? You haven't come to say hello!"

"Sorry... been busy," Sarah replied defensively, finishing the walk to her 
desk and placing the photocopied papers down.

"That's alright... getting to see so much of you makes up for it," Kierra 
said.

Of all the people in the world who shouldn't ever have gotten to see Sarah 
naked, Kierra topped the list. Sarah desperately wanted to hide, to somehow 
shield her body from the other girl's view. But she couldn't - she had to not 
care, even in the presence of someone she hated so much.

"Nubbly?" Dave, one of the other interns, asked inquisitively.

"Oh yeah, that was her nickname in high school, didn't she tell you that? I 
forget who came up with it, but it stuck after that time she lost her top at 
that pool party," Kierra answered cheerfully.

Sarah burned with humiliation at the memory of the event, and the relentless 
misery Kierra had orchestrated thanks to that one instant of half-nudity. She 
couldn't imagine what Kierra was thinking now that Sarah was totally naked.

"Wait a second - she wasn't always a nudist? When did that change?" Dave 
asked.

"It was a stupid name, doesn't even mean anything," Sarah interjected, 
avoiding Dave's question. "So Kierra, what are you doing down here?"

"Wednesday is our go out to lunch day. You should come with us Nubbly, it'd do 
you good to get out of the office," Kierra said. Then she added: "You know. 
Out in the city, with lots of people. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Evil, Sarah though, struggling to maintain her composure. But Kierra was the 
one person who could out her, so didn't dare voice how she really felt. "I 
don't think so, there's a lot to do, and I brought my lunch with me anyway..."

"Oh come on Sarah, don't be ridiculous. You can afford to get out of here for 
an hour. That pile of papers isn't going anywhere," Kierra said forcefully.

Sarah felt cornered. "Alright, I guess," she said tentatively.

Kierra gave a wicked smile. "Alright - see you at lunchtime then."

Sarah felt apprehensive as the rest of the morning went by, fencing off 
questions from Dave about nudism and tried to think of way out of her 
lunchtime engagement. She felt like fate was conspiring against her - she'd 
come so far since her days as a high school freshman being teased by Kierra, 
and now here she was all over again, only now she was naked and Kierra knew 
she wasn't a real nudist...

Lunchtime came too quickly, marked by a visit from Kierra. "C'mon Nubbly, 
we're headed out."

Sarah inwardly cringed as she stood up, yet again giving Kierra an 
unobstructed view of her body. What a contrast they made; Kierra in her suit 
and Sarah naked and exposed. Kierra was taller than Sarah as well as being 
older, which all added to the feelings of being meek and vulnerable Sarah felt 
around the girl. The same things she'd felt as a high school freshman.

She followed Kierra through the office and back out to the lobby. They were 
joined by Fleur and two other girls, who were introduced to Sarah as Betty and 
Wilma. ("If you make one Flintstones reference, I'll smack you," she was told 
jokingly). Sarah, of course, needed no introduction, being the only member of 
the group without any clothes. Together they headed down the elevator and out 
to the street.

Any dim hopes that Sarah had that this trip was a genuinely friendly overture 
vanished as Kierra took control of the conversation. "That's a really great 
skirt Fleur," she said. "Where'd you get it?"

"Macy's, believe it or not," Fleur replied. "It's great isn't it? I got it for 
the office but I think I'm going to wear it casually too."

"Yeah, we're all jealous - except for Nubbly. She's got other things she'd 
rather show off."

Sarah said nothing as they exited out onto the street, though the word "bitch" 
hung at the tip of her tongue. The group of girls instantly attracted plenty 
of looks and attention - no doubt it was directed at Sarah, but Fleur was 
quick to claim credit as she "looked hot today". The conversation between the 
other four girls continued to dwell on outfits and clothes as they walked down 
the street, a conversation Sarah took little part in. Which was fine with her, 
as she'd just as soon pretend she wasn't associating with them.

They reached their destination a few minutes later. It was an English style 
pub two blocks from the office. The place was packed - Sarah wondered if 
they'd even get a table, but as it turned out they didn't have to wait more 
than a minute. The Maître d' led them to a large booth near the back of the 
restaurant - unsurprisingly, Sarah turned a lot of heads as they walked 
through the crowded space . Kierra sat next to Sarah on one side; the other 
three girls took the opposite.

Her companions were still chatting amongst themselves, which pleased Sarah 
just fine. She took a menu and studied it closely, as much trying to hide her 
face from her co-workers as she was the rest of the restaurant.

"Hi I'm, um, I'm Dave and I'll be serving boobs, uh, you today," stammered a 
hapless waiter who'd approached the table. "Can I get you drinks?"

He was staring right at Sarah. More accurately, he was staring at her breasts, 
which hung just above table level. "Diet coke," Sarah said quietly, going 
first.

The other girls quickly went around giving them orders, and Dave left the 
table (but not without nearly crashing into another waitress).

"Gee Sarah," Kierra said. "Can't you stop showing off, ever?"

Like I can help it if guys stare, she thought to herself. "I hardly even 
notice the looks anymore," she lied. "I'm a nudist... it's not like I care who 
sees me."

"Of course not," Kierra smirked.

Sarah smiled nervously, returning her attention to the menu.

"I'd hate everyone seeing me naked all the time," Fleur stated. "I'd want to 
save something for my boyfriend."

The other girls all agreed, except Sarah, who'd become keenly interested in 
the photo of prime rib. "I don't think it needs to be special," Sarah mumbled, 
not even convincing herself. "It's just my body."

"You know what's weird," Kierra said, looking intently at Sarah. "I talked to 
Nubbly her just a couple of weeks ago, and didn't say anything about being a 
nudist then..."

Sarah's cheeks burned. Luckily she was saved by the return of their clumsy 
waiter. Luckily, he managed to deliver the drinks and take orders without any 
further Freudian slips, though his eyes still never left Sarah's chest, much 
to the amusement of the others.

"Look what you're doing to the guy, way to be a tease," Kierra said.

Sarah felt humiliated and angry, but did her best to keep it buried. She just 
had to get through this, for the sake of appearances. After today she'd have 
"caught up" with Kierra and there'd be no reason to socialize with her 
anymore.

"So what've you done since High School?" Sarah offered, hoping to change the 
subject to anything other than herself or her nudity.

"Well for starters I've gotten dressed every morning," Kierra answered.

Laughter. Sarah slunk back in her seat, wishing she could just disappear.

Thankfully, Betty seemed bored of the topic, and turned the conversation to 
more mundane things. Sarah didn't quite let herself relax as they talked about 
upcoming movies, but she felt relieved that the focus had shifted from her. 
She nodded and offered quick comments to stay involved in the conversation, 
but other than that didn't pay much attention.

Sarah let herself look around the restaurant. She was still getting a ton of 
looks and stares, and even a couple of pointing figures. She was clearly the 
subject of conversation for a group of boys a few tables over. Though she 
couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, it seemed obvious they were 
talking about her... or her body, at least. One of them noticed she was 
looking at them. He cupped imaginary breasts with his hands and then gave her 
a thumbs up. Despite herself, she smiled.

"Okay, who had the veggie wrap?" Their waiter Dave had returned with the food.

"Me," Sarah answered.

Dave smiled, and reached across the table with the plate in hand. Sarah tried 
to take it from him, but it slipped, knocking over her diet coke and splashing 
the cold liquid all over her breasts and lap.

"Eee!" Sarah yelped, jumping in her seat.

If the whole restaurant hadn't been staring at her before, they most certainly 
were now.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Dave said.

"It's okay," Sarah said, regaining composure. "Just... let me get up and dry 
myself.

Kierra slid aside with a smirk, letting Sarah out of the booth. Dripping wet 
and blushing furiously at the predicament, Sarah stood in the middle of the 
restaurant and tried to dry herself with some napkins. Dave offered her a 
handful of paper towels, which she accepted and used to dry her breasts, to 
the apparent glee of the boys she smiled at a few moments ago. She then 
cleaned the few drips that landed on her stomach, as well as her upper legs.

It was only then that she'd noticed how wet she'd become between her legs... 
and it wasn't from the diet coke.

She twisted and closed her legs, anxious to hide that particular detail from 
Kierra, but it was too late. She'd seen. And the grin was enough to send fresh 
chills down Sarah's spine.

And the humiliation just made her that much wetter. 

 
How Sarah Became a Nudist - Chapter 9A 
Tue Dec 18, 2007 23:0469.248.207.156

Sarah walked back into her apartment with a huff. The whole afternoon had been 
a waste - she hadn't seen Kierra again after they'd returned from lunch, but 
she'd been too distracted to focus on her work. Her thoughts kept moving 
between Kierra, and her own reaction to the humiliations she'd suffered that 
day.

Why oh why does it excite me so much?

She threw herself onto the big sofa in the middle of the living room, 
exhausted, and let out a noise of frustration. This attracted the attention of 
Yukiko, who'd been in the kitchen.

"Everything okay?" the Japanese girl asked.

Sarah rolled over, exposing her naked front to her roommate. "Oh, yeah... 
just, rough day," she answered. "Didn't mean to bother you."

Yukiko smiled. "It's okay... I was just checking out the food situation, 
that's all. I think tonight might be a pizza night."

"Sounds good," Sarah replied. "I'll chip in."

Yukiko looked concerned. "You look really stressed."

"I - yeah, I guess I am," Sarah answered honestly. She felt it, no doubt.

"Here, let me help," she said. Yukiko walked around behind the couch and put 
her hands on Sarah's shoulders, and began kneading her muscles.

"mmmm... Yukiko, you really don't have to," Sarah said.

"No, it's my pleasure. How else am I going to seduce my sexy naked roommate, 
if I don't ever get my hands on her?"

Both girls laughed. Sarah knew the sexual innuendo was just a joke, and Yukiko 
was the one person in the world who Sarah felt comfortable with lately and 
trusted her implicitly. And besides, this felt good.

"Lay down," Yukiko said, and Sarah complied. Yukiko proceeded to expertly 
massage Sarah's whole back. Sarah relaxed for the first time all day, and felt 
her worries drift away. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't even want to think about it."

"Wow, you're tense," Yukiko said, not pressing it any further, and instead 
refocusing on the massage.

"Thank you," the very grateful naked girl said.

"Any time," Yukiko said. "Hey this might not be the best time, but your mom 
called... she sounded conciliatory."

"Ugh," Sarah replied, sitting up. "I'll call her later. I'm still not sure 
what I'll say to her."

"Alright, well I'm gonna order the pizza then hop in the shower," Yukiko said. 
"Had kind of a long day myself."

"Oh I'm so sorry... I didn't even ask about it..."

Yukiko shrugged it off. "Hah! Don't worry, I don't want to talk about it. It 
was just boring. Anyway, I vote for a girls' night in, what do you say?"

"Sounds good," Sarah smiled.

Yukiko left Sarah to her own thoughts, disappearing into the bathroom. It was 
weird, but Yukiko was the only person in the world Sarah felt totally okay 
being naked with. Around Yukiko, she didn't feel naked - she just felt 
herself, and had a sense of comfort that had been sorely lacking these last 
few weeks. It was probably because Yukiko was the only one so far who really 
didn't made any kind of deal out of it - she was a gentleman in the a world 
full of gawking pervs. Which made being around her feel good.

Sarah sighed, letting her thoughts return to work. She'd have to work double 
time tomorrow morning to make up for her lack of productivity this afternoon. 
At least she'd have a legitimate excuse not to go out if Kierra tried to drag 
her to lunch again - not that she'd ever repeat that in any case. She hoped 
that Kierra had gotten her fill of teasing her, but she doubted it. Sarah was 
trapped though - she had to act like a nudist on the outside, regardless of 
how humiliated it made her feel on the inside. If she let Kierra get to her, 
revealing that she wasn't really a nudist - that'd be even worse.

She thought about calling her mom back while waiting for the pizza, but the 
events of the other day still stung. She'd rather relax tonight than invite 
more emotional trauma, so instead she just stretched out on the couch and 
tried not to think about anything at all.

The buzzer rang. "Pizza" came the crackly voice over the intercom.

Had 20 minutes really gone by so fast? Yukiko was still in the shower, she 
could hear the water running. So she buzzed the delivery boy in, and got some 
money from her purse. She greeted the shocked delivery boy at the door a 
minute later. "Wow," was the first word out of his mouth when she opened the 
door.

Sarah didn't know what overcame her, and certainly couldn't explain what she 
did next.

She smiled. He was actually pretty cute, even in the lame green shirt uniform 
that they had him in. He was skinny, perhaps 17 or 18, with sandy blond hair 
and blue eyes that opened wide on seeing her.

"Never seen a naked girl before?" Sarah asked, twisting her body side to side 
slightly, waving her breasts. What's come over you Sarah?

"Well, I've seen nudists... but never any that look like you," he said. "And 
this is my first day on the job!"

Sarah blushed. This was embarrassing. But it was something else too, something 
she was suddenly intent on exploring. "Well I'm a nudist... take a good look," 
she invited, even as she screamed at herself internally. I've lost my mind, 
she told herself. Completely.

After giving him a moment to look, she took the pizza box from him. "Hold on a 
second, I'll get your money," she said, turning around to bring the box to the 
kitchen, lightly slapping her own bare ass she walked away, and making sure to 
wiggle it as she moved.

A moment later she returned to the stunned pizza boy, whose eyes continually 
ran up and down her unclad body. "That'll - that'll be twelve dollars," he 
said.

Sarah stood especially close to him as she counted out the change. She found 
one five and ten singles, handing it to him. "Keep the change," she winked, 
giving her breasts another little jiggle as she did. He gave an impossibly 
large smile. "Thanks!"

Sarah shut the door, and let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been 
holding. That was... that was...

Hot!

Sarah didn't understand it. She didn't want to be true. But she really 
couldn't deny it anymore. Being naked, showing off, having people look at her 
bare body - it was an indescribable turn on. But it was also just one more 
complication to her life that she didn't need, which made her sigh.

Nevertheless, she was horny now. She briefly considered going to her bedroom 
to get herself off, but those plans were quickly scrapped by Yukiko emerging 
from the bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around her. "Is that pizza I smell?" 
she asked. "I'm sorry about that, I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," Sarah answered. "My treat."

She smiled, still feeling the tingle between her legs. My treat.

Yukiko surprised Sarah when she didn't head to her room, but instead made a 
beeline to the pizza box, wrapped in just her towel. "It smells so good!" she 
said. "I've heard such good things about this place. Gonna be hell on my diet, 
but it's worth it."

Sarah suppressed the feeling between her legs, and instead focused on 
attending to the one in her stomach. She got some paper plates from the 
cabinet and fished some diet soda from the fridge, setting both on the kitchen 
table. "Don't you want to go get changed first?" she asked Yukiko, who was 
busy slicing the pizza still wearing nothing but her towel.

"Actually..." she began. "Would you mind if I just dropped the towel?"

Sarah was confused by the request, but quickly acceded. "No, why would I?"

Yukiko smiled. "Just wasn't sure if it'd offend a real nudist."

"Well I think it'd be hypocritical if it did."

"You're awesome Sarah," Yukiko said. Moments later, Yukiko let the towel fall 
off her and then tossed it on the back of a chair. "Now let's dig in."

This was the first time Sarah had really gotten a good look at Yukiko's naked 
body - up until now she'd only seen brief glimpses of it. Yukiko was a small 
girl with typical Asian features. She had short hair and small b-cup breasts 
capped by tiny dark nipples, and pubic hair that was shaved into a tiny heart, 
which Sarah actually thought was cute when she first noticed it. Yukiko had a 
bit of a runner's body, not surprising given the girl's daily jogs. Sarah 
tried not to stare too much as the two girls ate their pizza, conscious of how 
it made herself feel when people did it to her. But after a few minutes she 
didn't even have to resist, the lack of clothes just seemed normal. It wasn't 
that Sarah wasn't aware of their nudity, but rather there was just little to 
be made of it between the two friends.

"So I guess your job isn't going so well?" Sarah asked as she finished the 
first slice.

"It's fine, just dull," Yukiko answered. "I think I'm going to switch my major 
next semester to something more interesting."

"Any idea what?"

"Dunno yet. English, maybe, and become a writer," Yukiko answered. "But I 
guess I have the summer to think about it, so I'm not too worried. How are you 
liking yours?"

Humiliating. "It's alright. Can't say I'm doing anything important really, but 
I'm getting a lot out of just being there, networking and stuff. I think of 
one of the lawyers, Tom, really likes me, so hopefully he'll be a good contact 
down the road."

The two girls continued to chit chat through dinner and into the night, 
talking about life, family, past relationships. Sarah was surprised to learn 
how late Yukiko had come out as a lesbian; she'd been openly gay the entire 
time she'd known her, but it had only happened in her last year of high 
school. Sarah, in turn, related her high school experiences with boys - which 
all sounded terribly shallow now. Both girls had dated some in the past year, 
but neither had found a significant other since coming to college.

If someone had told her a few weeks ago that the most normal feeling thing 
about her life would be hanging out naked with a lesbian, Sarah would have 
thought that person was nuts. But as the evening progressed, she felt a warm 
sisterly affection for her roommate. Their mutual nudity served to reinforce a 
spiritual openness between them, exposed souls as well as exposed skin. 
Although Sarah didn't confess her deepest secrets, about why she was a nudist 
and how it made her feel, but she did share pretty much everything else, much 
more than she ever had with Yukiko before. And Yukiko shared a lot in turn, 
Sarah learned a lot she hadn't known before.

In spite of all that had happened, Sarah went to sleep that night with a smile 
and a mind at peace, and grateful for having such a great friend. 



Chapter 10
Tue Dec 18, 2007 
23:0569.248.207.156

Fridays, Sarah had learned, were basically the same everywhere. No matter how 
busy an office normally was, what went on there, or how many people were 
normally workaholics, pretty much everyone found an excuse to be gone by 4:30. 
So it was that Sarah found herself doing the last of her work in a half empty 
office.

Which she was actually happy about. Sure, she'd have liked to have taken off 
early too... but in a way it felt good to be able to work without feeling like 
the entire office was looking over her shoulder. Not that her shoulders were 
what attracted the most attention. This was her third week on the job, and 
already she'd grown to appreciate this hour or so of relative peace every 
week.

Tom came into the office with a huff, walking quickly to his office. Sarah 
knew he'd been at the courthouse today, and it looked like it didn't go too 
well. Sarah considered just letting him walk by, but she was too curious about 
what happened.

"Hey Tom," she called out as he passed by.

"Oh, hey Sarah," he said, as if he hadn't even noticed her.

"Something wrong?"

Tom sighed. "The defense attorney fed the Judge some procedural BS... long 
story short, she won't accept the depositions in their current format, we have 
to redo them."

Sarah was shocked. She'd helped with these all last week. "All 500 of them?"

Tom looked at her and nodded. "Sarah - I know it's a lot to ask, but would you 
mind staying late? I'm going to burn the midnight oil on this one, and I could 
use the hand... and the company. I'd make sure you got overtime for it. And if 
we get it all done tonight, I won't have to come in tomorrow... so I'll 
seriously owe you."

Sarah looked at the clock. 4:45. She cringed a little, but agreed.

Tom smiled. "Thanks."

The two of them began the laborious task of reformatting the forms. It turned 
out to be really stupid - the Judge's complaint was that the date, signature, 
and ID weren't all on the same page of the documents. Tom quickly created a 
new template on the computer that conformed to the Judge's specification, but 
it still required to go through the computer files to copy and paste each 
statement into the new template, as well as properly fill out all the fields, 
print, and put each one in a mailer to be re-signed. It was mindless, 
repetitive work, and there was an awful lot of it.

The office was practically empty by the time they really got started; Tom 
hadn't asked anyone else to stay and help. This added to the enigma of Tom 
Matthews, at least from Sarah's perspective - she was sure she was being 
singled out because he wanted to spend the time with her specifically. In some 
respects, he was totally professional, and seemed to respect Sarah mostly for 
her mind and her work ethic. On the other hand, he was consistently one of the 
worst "lookers" in the entire place, often inviting Sarah into his office 
seemingly with little purpose other than to look her over. Although when he 
looked at her, it was different somehow - not that it made Sarah any less self 
conscious. She had a tough time putting her finger on it, but she sensed he 
was doing more than just ogling her, like he was also deep in thought whenever 
he checked out her body. She'd had learned through office gossip he was 
married but separated - he didn't wear a ring, and he didn't talk about it. 
Sarah mostly liked him - he was friendly, kind, and never acted like he was 
better than anyone else. This was a perfect example, actually - some of the 
other lawyers would have stuck the interns with this task and gone home, but 
that wasn't in Tom. It's just that he was... well, a guy. And guys liked naked 
women, she guessed.

Together, they knocked out 75 in the first hour. Sarah realized how late that 
meant she'd be here, and excused herself to make a phone call.

"Hey Yukiko," Sarah said.

"Hey sweety," Yukiko replied in a husky voice. "So, what are you wearing?"

"Listen... Hey!" Sarah said, laughing.

"Oh, oops, thought this was a phone sex line."

"Cut it out, I'm on an office line."

"Yeah yeah... what's up?"

"I won't be home until late tonight, so don't wait for me on dinner."

"Office romance?"

"Only the love of the job..."

"Hah! Well, suit yourself. Are we still on for tomorrow night with your mom 
though?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, have fun!"

Sarah groaned at the mention of her mom. Though they'd mended fences over the 
last couple of weeks, Sarah knew her mom still wasn't completely okay with the 
nudist thing. Nevertheless, she'd insisted on coming up to take the girls out 
for dinner in honor of Sarah and Yukiko's birthday next week (They were born 
only three days apart). Sarah was happy her mom was trying so hard and 
respected her for that, but she couldn't help but think about her mom's 
reaction last time they saw each other and worried it wouldn't go any better.

But that wasn't until tomorrow. Tonight, she had work to do.

Sarah noticed the printer tray was getting full, and figured now would be a 
good time to clear it and sort the ones they'd done so far. She walked over to 
it and bent over to grab the stacks. It was only after she'd begun that she 
noticed what she was doing... bending over at the waist, giving a full view of 
her behind to Tom who was sitting barely ten feet away. She could almost feel 
his eyes studying her bare, round butt and eying her pussy lips so shyly 
poking out between her legs. The mental image made her feel a surge of warmth.

Sarah, this is the office! She scolded herself, as she became flushed with 
embarrassment at what she'd done.

But is was just she and Tom... and she knew Tom did like to look...

She took the stack of papers back over to the desk and stood there sorting 
them. She stood with her legs just a little further apart than she normally 
would, the whole time conscious of how her pussy was just about at Tom's eye 
level. There was a glisten to it... part of her was terrified Tom would 
notice, part of her hoped he would.

If he did notice, he didn't say anything... but she did notice his 
productivity dropped.

When Sarah was done she took the stack of papers to the filing cabinet where 
these papers would be kept until Monday, standing on her toes and stretching 
out her legs in order to see the contents of the top drawer, twisting just a 
little to show off her bare thighs.

"Amazing," Sarah heard Tom say quietly, probably without even realizing he'd 
said it.

Embarrassed, but feeling a rush of adrenalin, Sarah returned to her seat 
opposite Tom, jiggling her breasts as she sat down.

This continued for the next two hours, with Sarah doing all she could to draw 
Tom's attention to her naked body, alternately feeling ashamed and thrilled 
when it worked. She knew how to tease; she'd become quite skilled at it in 
high school, making sure all the boys had a very good idea of exactly what 
they couldn't see. This was the first time trying those techniques nude 
though. Without clothes, she wasn't teasing... she was showing off.

By nine o'clock they were just about two thirds done, and Sarah was so horny 
she felt like she'd explode at any moment.

Oh my God I can't believe myself, she thought. This is nuts Sarah, you're 
going to get fired.

But the glisten had turned into a trickle traveling down her leg, and she 
couldn't seem to stop herself. Besides, didn't nudists have the right to do 
this? No modesty, after all... they could display their body any way they 
chose, right up to and including masturbating and having sex in public. Not 
that Sarah would ever do that; the very thought of it was mortifying.

"Tom, I have to hit the lady's room, I'll be back," she said, and then walked 
out of the office with a sway in her hip.

So while Sarah could have masturbated right in front of him if she'd wanted, 
for now she was content to do it in the relative privacy of a bathroom 
stall... which she did in rather short order. The hours of teasing had made 
her hornier than she'd ever been, and she had an amazing orgasm after a few 
short minutes of rubbing her clit. 


Chapter 11
Tue Dec 18, 2007 23:0569.248.207.156

Sarah's mom, sporting an elegant summer dress, looked pensive as she sat at 
the restaurant table. To her right sat Yukiko, wearing pants and a light 
blouse. Both women were dressed in accordance with the upscale atmosphere of 
the restaurant they were at. Sarah, sitting to Yukiko's right and directly 
across from her mom, sat naked - uncomfortably aware of the way her exposed 
breasts hung just above the height of the table. They'd met at the restaurant 
only a few minutes before; this was the first time the mother and daughter had 
seen each other since that emotional night almost four weeks ago.

The occasion was Sarah and Yukiko's 19th birthdays, though they didn't 
officially occur until that coming Monday and Thursday, respectively.

The three sat in an awkward silence, looking over the menu. None wanted to 
mention the naked elephant in the room; it seemed better to be silent than to 
risk emotions flaring.

Sarah's mom was the first to break the silence - "So, when did you finally get 
home last night?"

Sarah blushed, as images of her performance for Tom last night came back to 
her. "Almost one in the morning," Sarah answered.

"I hope they paid you. And be careful - it's not safe for a girl like you to 
be walking around this city so late at night," her mom replied.

"They did. And Tom drove me home, actually," Sarah said. She hoped she hadn't 
left a wet spot on the leather of his front seat...

"Are you liking it?"

Sarah felt a tingle. Oh My God Not In Front Of My Mom!!

"I guess. It's a lot of mundane paperwork, but the people are mostly friendly 
and nice. I'm learning a lot about how a case like this proceeds, and I think 
I'm making good contacts for later, you know? So it's good," Sarah explained.

"And how's Kierra? You've hardly mentioned her."

"She's fine. I don't see her much. She's in a different part of the office," 
Sarah said curtly.

The conversation fell into another awkward silence, but it was broken a minute 
later when the waiter approached the table, running down the specials and then 
asking for their orders. Yukiko ordered a mushroom tortellini; Sarah and her 
mom both got the veal parmigiana.

Sarah excused herself to use the bathroom before the next silence had a chance 
to turn awkward. She stood, conscious of the full view of her body she was now 
giving her mom. She quickly left the table and crossed the restaurant, turning 
heads and she zig zagged for the lady's room.

Once there, she stood in front of a mirror, breathing deep, looking at herself 
- she'd done her make up and hair before dinner, but it seemed so out of place 
on top of naked breasts. She'd been naked for over a month now, her body 
exposed to the whole world to see... but being this way in front of her 
disapproving mother was proving to be something else. It was a whole new kind 
of shame... she felt like a little girl with her hand caught in the cookie 
jar. But on the other hand, it was obvious how much Sarah's mother was trying, 
putting aside her personal feelings to accept the daughter she loved 
unconditionally. Which made Sarah smile.

She ran the water, splashing her face and washing her hands. If only I was 
putting her through this for a better reason though, Sarah thought. Such guilt 
was gnawing at her constantly now... she'd met several nudists in the office 
now, and all of them had a similar story to tell - stories of personal 
struggles and discrimination, all for living their life as they felt was right 
for them. Meanwhile Sarah sat there, having joined their ranks only for 
personal benefit, suffering embarrassment and humiliation in order to take 
advantage of a system meant to protect these people. Who knew that there were 
so many different kinds of shame?

Another woman entered the bathroom, and shot Sarah a snide look before 
entering a stall. Sarah could never predict the reaction of women. Men 
uniformly loved to look - sometimes they tried to hide the fact, but she'd yet 
to meet one who didn't like having a naked girl around. But women, they were 
all over the place with their reactions - they expressed everything: contempt, 
jealousy, disinterest, fascination, and, more than Sarah ever would have 
expected, lusting stares no different than the men's.

Sarah took a couple of paper towels and dried her hands, dabbing herself 
between her legs with them as well, to absorb what moisture had accumulated 
there. She might be getting off on being naked, but the last thing she wanted 
was for her mom to know that.

She returned to the table to find that her mother and Yukiko had managed to 
get a conversation going. They were discussing a recent movie - it was a safe 
enough topic, and the three of them managed to keep it going until dinner was 
served.

Sarah looked up to say thank you to the waiter, but what she saw made the 
blood drain from her face. Entering the restaurant was none other than Kierra, 
accompanied by someone who must have been her boyfriend.

"Is everything okay Sarah?" Her mom asked, noticing.

"Fine," Sarah said. "Just felt a little dizzy, is all. It passed."

Sarah slumped in her seat a little bit, on the slim hope that Kierra wouldn't 
notice her. Of course, being naked, that was a slim chance - she'd barely 
taken two bites when Kierra stopped by the table.

"Surprised to see you here Nubbly!" Kierra exclaimed, loud enough to attract 
the attention of every patron in the room. "Didn't anyone tell you this is a 
dress up sort of place?"

"Hi, Kierra," Sarah said, doing her best to hide her discomfort.

"Oh Kierra!" Her mom said, realizing who it was. "We were just talking about 
you. I haven't seen you in years dear, how have you been?"

"Why Mrs. Mariano! It has been a while, hasn't it?"

"How's work dear?"

"Oh it's great... I love seeing sooo much of Sarah."

Sarah's mom seemed oblivious to the double meaning. "That's good! I'm glad you 
two girls still get along."

"Oh, how rude of me, I don't think you've met Derek," Kierra said. Derek was a 
large black man, who had been quite openly eying Sarah over this whole time. 
Evidently Kierra didn't mind her boyfriend ogling at a naked woman, much to 
Sarah's chagrin.

"How do you do," Sarah offered, doing her best to seem polite.

Before Derek could speak for himself, Kierra interjected. "I don't think 
Derek's ever met a real nudist before, have you hun?"

"No can't say I have," he answered. "This is a treat."

"Pity you're so hidden under the table there," Kierra commented. "She's not 
normally so hidden," she went on to explain to Derek.

Sarah's mom was blushing almost as much as her daughter, clearly uncomfortable 
with the way Sarah's nudity had become so front-and-center. But then she 
surprised everyone: "You don't have to be modest for me, Sarah... if you'd 
rather be exposed... I know you're a nudist..."

Mom, this isn't the time to be supportive! Sarah screamed silently, in 
disbelief. "I don't want to offend anyone," she offered meekly.

Kierra and Derek smiled. "Oh Nubbly, it's cool, we're all tolerant here," 
Kierra said. "Why not show a little more for Derek?"

This isn't happening, Sarah thought, closing her eyes. But when she opened 
them a moment later, everyone was still there, expecting her to do something. 
She was in a corner. A real nudist wouldn't feel at all shy about this... and 
she couldn't admit to anyone here that her impulse to become a nudist had been 
less than sincere. So she inched her chair backwards, bringing her legs out 
from under the tablecloth, and twisting to give Kierra and Derek a clear view 
of her body. Whatever part of her enjoyed this had abandoned her; this was 
simply being tormented by her worst enemy. It was pure humiliation, as her 
naked body became a dinner show.

"Oh, stand up why don't you?" Kierra said. "I'm sure Derek would love the look 
and really, I don't mind."

Derek just smiled, clearly enjoying this. Kierra just wore the same evil grin 
she always did when Sarah saw her. She knew what this was doing to Sarah, and 
that just seemed to make her enjoy it all the more. Sadistic bitch.

Sarah swallowed and slowly stood up, summoning all her energy in an attempt 
not to blush and make her embarrassment known. Everyone spent a minute in 
silence, just looking at Sarah, as she stood displaying herself to Kierra and 
her boyfriend, her mom, and the entire restaurant, many of whom took notice. 
Yukiko wore a concerned expression, perhaps sensing Sarah's discomfort. 
Sarah's mom looked for a few moments before looking away, pretending to look 
for something in her purse. Kierra just looked firmly into Sarah's eyes, 
perhaps relishing the fear she found there.

"Amazing how immodest you are," Derek said. "You're very pretty, but I 
wouldn't ever be caught dead naked like that."

"No you wouldn't!" Kierra said. Finally, though, it seemed she'd enough. 
"Well, we'd best be sitting down now. It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Mariano."

Sarah quickly sat down and pushed herself back into the table, but the meal 
took on a different tone after that, passing mostly in silence. Sarah felt 
renewed guilt about her mother, who was clearly struggling to accept her 
daughter's behavior. Sarah focused on her meal, putting on the strongest face 
she could while bottling the impulse to cry. She hated that she couldn't.

Emotions abated a little bit as the dinner went on, and Yukiko even managed to 
get some idle chit chat going between them as the bus boy took their plates 
and the three women examined the desert menu. The choice was delegated to 
Sarah, on account of her birthday, so she decided on a chocolate mousse to 
share between them.

The desert came out of the kitchen a few minutes later, a single candle 
burning on top. Thankfully the restaurant wasn't so tacky as to have the wait 
staff sing, but even the small amount of extra attention that the birthday 
candle drew was more than Sarah wanted.

"And a happy birthday to the lady in the birthday suit," said the waiter as he 
placed in the table.

The pun got a tiny nervous laugh from Sarah's mother. "Happy Birthday, Sarah," 
she said sincerely. "Make a wish!"

Sarah looked at the colorful wax candle and the small flame burning on top of 
it. The only thing she wanted was to cover herself, to hide from the staring 
eyes and embarrassment that had become so much a part of her life now... she 
wished it silently as she blew out the candle.

It wouldn't ever come true, but a girl could dream. 

 Chapter 12
Tue Dec 18, 2007 23:0669.248.207.156

Wearing nothing but a security badge hanging from her neck and a smile, an 
exhausted Sarah crossed the lobby of the office building, glad for the respite 
from the constant stares of pushy morning commuters. She gave a cursory hello 
to Jim the security guard as she walked by, trying not to think about how he'd 
watch her on those video monitors of his.

It was Monday morning, and Sarah felt half asleep. She'd tossed and turned 
most of Saturday night, too emotionally strung after the dinner with her 
mother to sleep much. She'd wound up taking a long nap on Sunday, and as a 
result didn't sleep again last night.

Sarah got on the elevator in the same daze she'd felt all morning, moving more 
out of habit than conscious thought, unable to shake the last cobwebs from her 
head. She was alone in the elevator as it made the short trip to the third 
floor, offering a too-brief moment of total privacy. She looked at her 
distorted reflection in the metal of the elevator doors... no details were 
visible, but it was quite obviously the shape of a very naked girl.

You know that nightmare, where you get up in front of a big audience and 
realize you're naked? Sarah thought, narrating a story in her head to no one 
but herself. That's me now, all the time. It even feels like a dream.

As if to prove her own point, Sarah took herself back to high school. Prom 
night, her senior year. Everything about her life had been perfect then. At 
that point, Kierra had been a distant memory. Sarah had risen from an awkward 
freshman to the height of the high school social pyramid, and was about to be 
crowned prom queen. Her date had been Suresh Shah, a cute Indian boy, who had 
been captain of the swim team and destined to go on to med school. He was 
sweet.

And that dress! It had been perfect. Long, red, and gorgeous - it hugged her 
body just where it needed to, and accentuated her beauty in all the right 
ways.

Only this time, there was no dress. Sarah sat shyly, dressed just as she was 
now, until they announced her name as queen. She stood up nervously, and 
walked out onto the dance floor in nothing but her red heels. There was a dead 
silence... click, click, click they went as she crossed to the center of the 
floor, standing in the spotlight, letting the whole senior class get a good 
look at her exposed body. This time, there was no congratulations as she 
accepted that tiara, no applause and no cheers. There were only hushed gasps 
and wide eyes, as the crown went to the only girl who was naked amongst this 
sea of formal wear...

Ding! The elevator door opened, shaking Sarah from her daydream. Moments 
later, she'd already forgotten about it.

She continued going through the daily motions. A walk through the lobby. Say 
hello when appropriate. Try not to linger. Stop by the kitchen for a fresh cup 
of coffee. Mmmm, coffee. Avoid that perv accountant. Find her desk. Look 
depressingly at the small pile of paperwork that had been left for her to plow 
through. Say hello to the other interns. Tom's not in... must remember to say 
hello later.

Sarah had nearly forgotten about the little "show" she'd put on for Tom on 
Friday night... but as she got to her desk, it came rushing back and she 
relived it in her head. She felt a renewed wave of embarrassment and blushed. 
Thankfully no one noticed the momentary redness of her cheeks, or if they had, 
at least they had the decency not to comment.

She continued on in her daze. She sat down; the itchy fabric of the office 
chair rubbed against her bare ass. She flicked on the computer monitor and 
began going through the paperwork that had been left for her. Filling, filing, 
entering data, organizing... it was all pretty mindless work, but it perfectly 
suited her mood this morning.

She was so focused on her repetitive tasks that she didn't even notice Kierra 
and Fleur standing above her.

"Wake up Nubbly," she said. "What are you, asleep?"

Sarah inwardly groaned. Whatever reason Kierra had for being here, she was 
sure she wouldn't like it. And it didn't fill Sarah with confidence that 
Fleur, Kierra's de facto partner in crime, was there to. She leaned back in 
her chair to address them, consciously crossing her arms across her breasts as 
she did.

"Sorry... I didn't get much of it over the weekend. And I'm kind of busy..."

Kierra smirked. "Well we just wanted to say happy birthday. Today's the day, 
isn't it?"

"Yeah... thanks..."

"We've got a birthday surprise planned for you later, but you'll just have to 
wait to see what it is," Fleur added.

The two girls giggled and wandered off. That's nice of them, she thought as 
she returned to her work. Except Kierra's not nice. A new sense of dread 
filled her.

Sarah sloshed through the rest of the morning, gradually waking up as she went 
through her tasks. She worked through lunch, and by early afternoon Kierra's 
warning had been all but forgotten. So it was a genuine surprise when Sarah 
heard people singing around four.

"Happy Birthday to you," came the voices drifting from down the row of 
cubicles. Sarah looked up, and the color drained from her face.

"Happy Birthday to you," more voices joined in, as much of the office followed 
Kierra's lead in marching to her desk, holding a cake with a lit candle. 
"Happy Birthday, dear Sarah, Happy Birthday to you!"

There was some applause as Kierra placed the cake on Sarah's desk, which 
accidentally put the candle out.

"Oh, that won't do!" Marietta, one of the junior lawyers and a genuinely nice 
person said. "I'll go get some more matches."

Marietta wandered off. There was still a crowd of perhaps twenty people 
hovering around Sarah now, all focused on the birthday girl, which made her 
intensely uncomfortable.

"That's okay, why don't you open your presents in the meantime?"

"Presents?" Sarah said incredulously.

"Of course," Kierra said with an evil gleam in her eye, before shoving a 
wrapped box in front of Sarah.

"Um thanks," Sarah accepted it.

"Well, open it? We know you're not shy!"

Sarah slowly opened it, nervous about what she'd find and wishing that Kierra 
hadn't designed it so all these eyes would be on her. Beneath the wrapping 
paper was a plain white box. It was suspiciously heavy, so she wasn't 
expecting what she found when she looked inside.

Clothes.

Specifically, it was a skirt and halter top - clubbing wear. Sarah just looked 
at it incredulously. Clothes. It was almost weird to feel them in her fingers 
as she held them up; the touch of fabric had become an almost alien sensation 
on her skin. She wanted so badly to be able to put it on, it was almost 
painful to have to simply put them back down.

She looked up, becoming aware of the giggles around her, notably coming from 
Kierra. "Your wardrobe seemed a little sparse, we thought you could use it!"

This got a laugh from everyone, at Sarah's expense. She had a flashback to 
that pool party during her Freshman year, when Kierra had masterfully turned 
everyone at the party against "nubbly". It was the same thing all over - all 
her co-workers stood around her, laughing at her - the nudist getting clothes 
for her birthday, clothes she could never ever put on. Sarah felt humiliated 
and powerless, with a simmering anger towards this bitch, who took such 
pleasure in making a humiliating circumstance that much worse for her.

"Try it on!" Fleur said. "Oh wait, that's right."

More laughs.

"Well at least stand up and give us an idea of what it'd look like," Kierra 
said, still laughing.

Sarah looked around. Her audience looked back expectantly. Sarah stood up.

Why am I surrendering to this, to her? She asked herself, as she tried to 
bottle the negative emotions that were getting dangerously close to the 
surface. She stood up, and all eyes were on her exposed, naked body. She 
couldn't put the shirt on, but she held it in front of her and showed 
everyone. The momentary cover did nothing to make her feel any better - 
"modeling" the outfit like this just highlighted her nakedness.

"Damn that'd look good on you," someone said. "Too bad we'll never see."

"Hey, I kinda like her as is!" someone else countered.

"What's this?" one of the other interns asked.

Sarah looked down, and noticed that the clothes weren't the only thing in the 
box. She looked at the object with curiosity - it was long, pink, and 
resembled a penis. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks: it was a vibrator. 
She almost gasped upon the realization.

"I can't believe you didn't notice you real present right away!" Fleur 
laughed. "Dork."

Kierra picked up the vibe and waved it seductively in front of Sarah. "We 
thought you could use it here, you know?" she said in a low tone. "Since 
you're so immodest, and everything... nudists aren't ashamed about their 
bodies at all."

Sarah blushed hard. There was no way...

"Why don't you go ahead and give it a spin, Sarah?"

Kierra didn't even have to suggest it. It was on the minds of every guy in the 
office, all standing around hoping she'd take the chance to masturbate in 
front of them. Even the women looked on curiously.

"I.. I..."

Kierra egged her on: "What's the matter? You're a real nudist aren't you? 
Spread your legs wide and go for it! No one here minds."

There were chimes of agreement, mostly from men.

Sarah was ready to implode. Or cry. Or blow up. Being naked 24/7 was one 
thing. But masturbating... the most intimate thing imaginable... that wasn't 
public. She couldn't do that. She stood frozen - it took all her self control 
not to start shaking. Something else was said. Then someone else said 
something else. She didn't hear it thoughl; she withdrew into herself, a tiny 
world that was just her and the vibrator. Trapped in her own deception, she 
had no choice but to debase herself lest her ruse be uncovered. She couldn't 
handle it though - the mere thought was a completely new, crippling level of 
humiliation and embarrassment.

She wasn't sure how long she sat frozen for. It couldn't have been too long in 
retrospect - no one acted like it was an inordinate amount of time. But it 
felt like days.

Marietta returned with some fresh matches for the extinguished candle. "Time 
to do the birthday candle!" she shouted, dispelling the moment.

Sarah let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She tossed the 
vibrator in a desk drawer as Marietta relit the candle on the cake. "Make a 
wish!"

Sarah blew hard. There was some applause as the smoke from the blown out 
candles lazily filled the air, and then Marietta brought the cake to the 
kitchen. The crowd began to disperse.

Kierra seemed annoyed, apparently having realized that the moment with the 
vibrator had passed, but it turned out she had more tricks up her sleeve. She 
bent over whispered to Sarah "It's a pity you can't wear that outfit... but I 
still hope you'll come out clubbing with us tonight. For your birthday, and 
all."

Sarah, still a little shaken at nearly being made to masturbate in front of 
the whole office, reacted quickly to the suggestion. "I can't," she said 
simply.

Kierra didn't like that answer. "That's a shame," she said coldly. "I'd hate 
if HR started asking questions about your nudism... can't imagine what they'd 
do if it turned out you were only taking advantage of affirmative action 
policies..."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat. Kierra wouldn't, would she? But a look at the 
black girl's icy stare told Sarah that Kierra had meant busy. Kierra was 
proving that she was going to make Sarah's life miserable one way or the 
other. After all Sarah had been through for this job already, she couldn't let 
Kierra ruin it for her... but on the other hand, capitulating now would only 
confirm to Kierra that she was making a viable threat.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Sarah chose the lesser evil. With a 
forced smile she said "Sure, Kierra. I'll go."

Kierra's demeanor changed instantly, adopting a bright smile - though to Sarah 
it still looked evil. "Great Nubbly! I'll see you at The Ruck at 10."

Marietta returned with the cake, now neatly divided into a dozen pieces to 
share with the office. Sarah looked at the candles, partially melted and 
laying in a small pile on the side of the plate. Two days ago, Sarah had 
wished to end her nudity. Today, her wish had been much more vindicative. 


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Sarah stood in the line outside The Ruck with Kierra and Fleur, waiting for 
the bouncer to let them into the club. She couldn't believe that she was 
here... and didn't want to think about what humiliations might await her once 
they got inside. The only positive note was that Yukiko had agreed to join 
her; she'd seemed surprised that Sarah had suggested it, but was happy to come 
along.

Even so, just standing out here was bad enough. Everyone else was dressed up 
to like sexy - tight, sexy, revealing clothes abounded - but only Sarah was 
revealing everything. To make matters worse, the night had turned out to be 
uncharacteristically chilly for the end of June, and Sarah's body was reacting 
appropriately with hardened nipples and goosebumps. She was also drawing even 
more attention than usual - she knew that every single guy in this line was 
eying her with the intent of trying to hook up with her before the end of the 
night - and why not? She was, after all, the only girl here showing everything 
on offer, even if she had no intention of offering anything. But even just 
being looked at like that made her feel slutty. And given the way her body 
liked to react to showing off, she found it hard to argue with herself on 
that.

Finally they reached the front of the line, and the bald, muscular bouncer 
looked them over - his eyes lingered particularly long on Sarah. They showed 
their ID's and Sarah and Yukiko accepted the "under 21" wrist bands before 
heading inside.

The deafening techno music hit Sarah's ears as soon as they walked inside. The 
club was a fairly large place; it was located near the pier and had been 
converted from a warehouse. Most of it was simply an open dance floor; but 
there was also a raised stage in front of the DJ, as well as cages, polls, two 
catwalks above, a bar area and some tables and couches in one corner. It was 
already filled with hundreds of clubbers. Sarah could immediately see she was 
the only naked one.

Kierra took hold of Sarah's wrist and led the group to the middle of the 
floor, where they started dancing. Pretty soon Yukiko had lost herself to the 
rhythm, and Fleur had disappeared from sight. Kierra kept pretty close to 
Sarah as she bumped and grinded random partners, apparently goading Sarah to 
do the same.

Sarah initially kept her distance from other people, but otherwise did her 
best to join in and dance, but felt too self conscious to really let herself 
go - her movements stayed awkward and stiff. The last time she'd been 
clubbing, she'd been dressed not unlike everyone else here; today she couldn't 
stop thinking about every twist, turn, and thrust of her naked body, as if 
inviting the whole club to look... or do more than just look.

It didn't take too long for the whole club to notice the naked girl in the 
middle of the dance floor. Most guys seemed to take Sarah's presence as an 
invitation to bump, grind, and grab her, much to Kierra's delight. Sarah tried 
to fight them off, but quickly realized the futility of trying to stop it. 
Every time she shook off one boy, another would grab hold and start grinding 
his crotch into her ass, or rubbing his torso against her breasts. It was 
absolutely humiliating and objectifying.

And she was getting off on it. Dammit, she thought, as she shrugged off yet 
another guy who wanted into her pants. Not that there were any pants to get 
into.

It was also very warm in the club, aided by the throngs of active dancers. The 
sweat helped to mask some of the other moisture her body was producing, but it 
was also making things that much more uncomfortable for Sarah, who felt it 
drip down the length of her body with nothing to absorb it. She felt gross, 
but if anything it attracted even more attention - her body shined in the 
lights.

Finally, unable to take any more, Sarah excused herself to find some water. 
Yukiko followed; thankfully Kierra didn't.

"You okay?" Yukiko asked once they'd reached the bar area, where they could 
hear each other over the music.

"Yeah, fine. Just tired, I think," Sarah answered, though she felt bad lying 
to her friend. She wanted so bad to tell the truth, that this hadn't been her 
idea and she was miserable being exhibited like this. But she knew she 
couldn't.

"You looked hot out there," Yukiko offered as encouragement. Sarah gave a weak 
smile.

The two girls sat out a song while Sarah went through a bottle of water. 
Yukiko was kind enough to sit between Sarah and anyone that might try to hit 
on her, giving Sarah some time to think. She couldn't believe she'd gotten 
herself into this situation - embarrassed and yet turned on, dancing naked in 
a place that was just wall to wall sexuality, all at the hands of a girl who 
wanted nothing more than to humiliate her. The emotional roller coaster just 
kept going.

"What do you say to one more dance, then we can get going if you're still 
tired. I'm sure your other friends will understand," Yukiko suggested, lightly 
touching Sarah as she spoke.

Sarah didn't really feel like any more dancing, but took Yukiko up on the 
offer anyway. They made their way back out onto the floor just as the music 
changed to a slower, more intense beat. This encouraged the two of them to 
dance closer, but to Sarah's surprise she felt a lot more comfortable dancing 
with Yukiko than any of the random guys who'd been grabbing her earlier. The 
two girls found a rhythm together, and Sarah moved much more fluidly and 
comfortably than she had all night.

After a few minutes the song wound down, and the girls' dance wound down with 
it. Sarah was just about to suggest leaving when the DJ's voice came over the 
sound system. "I'm told we have a birthday girl today," he said.

Suddenly, Sarah felt the heat of a bright spotlight on her, as well as every 
eye in the club. "Let's see if we can't get her a cage dance!"

Sarah almost freaked. The cage hung a few feet from the floor, and was just 
big enough for one person... who would have a full view of the club, but could 
be seen from anywhere in the club as well. There was no way she'd subject 
herself to that, and was about to go running when Kierra emerged from the 
crowd. "Do it, Nubbly," was all she said.

Sarah looked desperately for a way out, but she was already trapped by the 
throng of onlookers, pushing her towards the cage. She felt someone's hand on 
her ass as she climbed up into it; she wasn't sure if that bothered her more 
or less than the click of the door behind her, trapping her inside. And so 
Sarah found herself naked, on display for a club full of horny teenagers and 
20 somethings, trapped in a cage like an animal. Naked, like animal.

The music started playing again - it was loud, fast. She was too panicked to 
think, and wasn't even sure she was breathing. So she did the only thing she 
could do: she let her body move instinctively and dared not think about where 
she was or what she was doing.

Sarah danced.

Her hips rotated as her hands criss crossed her body and climbed up her sides. 
Her nipples were hard. She moved her hands behind her head and thrust her hips 
out, wiggling them for her audience. Her huge audience. She thrusted, turned, 
and moved with complete abandon. Her heart raced, her breath came in ever 
shorter gasps. Every eye in the club was on her, without a single exception. 
Hundreds were watching her gyrating naked body. Her bounding boobs. Her 
wiggling ass. Every twist of her legs. They were getting off on her.

And holy shit, she was getting off on them.

The tempo changed; it was even faster now. Sarah grabbed the bars of the cage, 
bending far over, shaking her ass and showing off her soaking wet sex from 
behind. Reason escaped her. The music fueled her. The base reverberated 
through the room, through the metal bars and her hands gripping them so 
tightly, and on through her whole body. She'd never felt like this - it was 
amazing and frightening at the same time, she felt paralyzed but unable to 
stop herself from moving.

And then the world exploded.

When Sarah regained her senses, she was on her knees, breathing heavily, and 
drenched in sweat. She had to pry her hands from their grip on the bars before 
she could shakily open the cage door and climb down, re-joining the crowd 
below. It was only then that it really hit her: she'd just orgasmed in front 
of hundreds of people. She felt embarrassed, slutty, disgusted, weak. Wave 
after wave of humiliation washed over her, the likes of which she'd never felt 
before.

She stumbled, Yukiko caught her. She didn't know where her friend had come 
from, but she was glad. "Let's go," Sarah managed to gasp, and together they 
walked out of the club.

They took a taxi home. Yukiko seemed to sense that something was wrong for 
Sarah, but didn't know how to address it.

"Well, thanks for having me out with your friend," Yukiko said, as they walked 
back into their apartment a little bit later.

Sarah only offered a single response to that. "She's not my friend." 


Chapter 14
Tue Dec 18, 2007 
23:0869.248.207.156

Things seemed to go downhill for Sarah over the next two weeks. She rarely saw 
Tom in the office anymore, and he'd grown pretty distant when he was there - 
Sarah wondered if her after hours "performance" had made Tom to lose respect 
for her, and see her as the naked slut she felt like. She hadn't found much by 
way of friendship among the rest of the staff, either. Some were genuinely 
nice people, but the vast majority looked at her and only saw a naked woman to 
ogle, not someone who was worth knowing as a person, who might still be 
uncomfortable with that sort of attention.

Kierra, meanwhile, was getting worse. Since Sarah had confirmed the leverage 
she held over her, Kierra had stepped up her torments and teasing. Thankfully 
Kierra didn't seem to have any real interest in going to HR and getting Sarah 
fired, but she had no problem using that threat to make Sarah show off far 
more than she would have otherwise. Attention whoring was a game that both 
girls knew well, and Kierra made sure that's exactly what Sarah was doing. 
She'd frequently coming down to visit Sarah with new "requests" designed to 
exhibit and embarrass her, by putting Sarah on display for as many groups of 
people as possible - clients, co-workers, colleagues, anyone who ever came in 
the office, really. Sarah could at least be grateful that Kierra hadn't 
planned any more after work outings (probably because Kierra had no interest 
in actually hanging out with Sarah, just like in high school), but the all the 
small torments in the office were still enough to make her miserable. It was 
one thing to be walking around naked, and another to be paraded around naked. 
Kierra understood and exploited the difference every chance she could make.

Sarah, for her part, had never felt more enmity towards Kierra, but had no 
choice but to act as a nudist would... grin and bare it, all of it, no matter 
how awful it made her feel. If her real motivations for being naked were 
exposed, everything she'd endured because of it would be for nothing.

The humiliation suffered at the dance club on her birthday had at least curbed 
her exhibitionist impulses, and she'd successfully kept them bottled since 
then. She wasn't eager to get sexually excited in public again any time soon; 
once in a lifetime was enough for that. But the flip side is that it seemed to 
make her feel even meeker and more embarrassed to simply be naked and have the 
world see her that way, and Kierra was just making it all the worse.

Meanwhile, she'd continued to mend her somewhat rocky relationship with her 
parents, and her mom especially. They actually had a long phone conversation 
about nudism the previous night, which her mom seemed to respond well to. 
Sarah hated lying about her feelings towards it - but what could she do? Her 
whole life now was a lie.

The one positive thing in her life lately was Yukiko, who continued to be a 
great friend. Oddly, Yukiko rarely wore clothes around their apartment 
anymore. She couldn't legally go naked outside like Sarah did, but 
nevertheless Sarah appreciated it. It made her feel less alone, less abnormal. 
Their shared apartment had become a sanctuary for her - the only place in the 
world where she didn't feel self conscious about being naked.

These were her thoughts on a Friday morning when another naked woman entered 
the office. This wasn't so unusual in of itself - there were a number of 
nudists who'd been through the office since Sarah had started working there, 
all plaintiffs in the class action case against S-Mart. Most were pleased to 
see Sarah working there and took an interest in her, and chatted a bit. It 
never failed to make Sarah feel guilty though; being around real nudists just 
reminded her of how fake she was.

This particular nudist was particularly gorgeous though - platinum blond hair, 
a D cup capped by small, impossibly red nipples, an hourglass frame, long legs 
with a shaved pussy between them - everything about her just screamed 
perfection. Andd unlike the other nudists who'd been in the office, she 
carried an air of class and wealth about her. She had styled hair, manicured 
nails, designer heels, and expensive looking jewelry. Even Sarah was stunned 
by her looks, and couldn't help but stare.

The woman approached Sarah before anyone else, which was a little surprising. 
"You must be Sarah Mariano?"

Sarah was very surprised and a little confused. "Yes... hi," she answered.

"I'm Lisa... Tom Matthews' wife," the naked woman said. "I'm sorry for walking 
in on you like this, but I'd like to talk. Would you care to join Tom and I 
for lunch?"

Sarah's mind went into a tizzy. Tom's wife was a nudist? And suddenly she felt 
immensely guilty for the way she'd acted that night in the office with Tom - 
was Lisa mad at her? Still, she nodded her head in agreement, put her work 
aside and got up to join Lisa.

Sarah followed Lisa through the office and towards the elevators, with her 
anxiety growing the whole time. Sarah desperately tried to think of everything 
she'd ever known about Tom's wife. In these many weeks of working together 
though, she was sure he'd never hinted that she was a nudist. Sarah realized 
that Tom hadn't talked about her at all, really, and Sarah had never asked. 
She'd heard they were separated, but that was about the extent of it. She 
simply had no idea why Lisa would take an interest in her today.

It wasn't until they were walking through the building's lobby that Lisa 
really spoke again. "I... I wanted to thank you for saving my marriage."

Sarah was deeply confused. "... how?"

The two naked women exited out onto the street. Sarah immediately felt her 
usual self consciousness that asserted itself whenever she was naked outdoors, 
but she did her best to bury it. Instead she tried to focus on the pleasant 
sensation of warm sunlight striking her bare breasts, and the benefit of being 
nude in this scorching 95 degree early July weather. Still, two naked women 
garnered four times the attention Sarah was used to, and she remained keenly 
aware of it as they began walking down the busy street.

"Not all of us are so lucky to realize that we're nudists early in life, 
Sarah," Lisa began as they waited at a stoplight, and were openly being ogled 
by a sitting motorist. "I only just registered four months ago."

Less recently than me, Sarah thought, but kept it to herself. They crossed the 
street and continued to walk down the next block, passing by a group of 
teenagers who took their photos with cameraphones. Sarah hoped no one noticed 
how hard she blushed as they took pictures. Lisa, by contrast, just smiled at 
them, offering a quick pose as they walked by.

Lisa continued her narrative: "In the ten years since we'd been married, Tom 
was the only person in the world who saw me naked. That changed one day at the 
gym."

"After working out, I'd always spend some time in the sauna - I only ever wore 
a towel, and for the two years I'd been going it hadn't been any sort of 
problem. Then one day last February, I was the victim of a teenager prank - he 
grabbed my towel and ran with it. And without thinking I chased after him. I 
ran naked right through the pool area and into the middle of the gym, where I 
finally stopped and realized what I was doing. But by then there were dozens 
of eyes on me. I felt mortified."

Lisa paused. They crossed another street and entered a park; the busy street 
gave way to trees, benches, and an open field of grass where some teenagers 
were playing frisbee. Sarah was amazed at Lisa's apparent confidence as they 
walked along naked. The subtle body language of the two naked women couldn't 
have been more different. Sarah felt assaulted by the countless eyeballs that 
leered at her naked body as she went by, and did her best to minimize 
attention and shrink from the public view. Lisa, on the other hand, openly 
flaunted herself as she walked - treating onlookers to better views of her 
breasts, ass, legs, and whatever else happened to catch their attention. 
Observing Lisa brought a familiar tingle to the spot between Sarah's legs, and 
Sarah caught herself wishing she could be a bit more like that... but she 
quickly suppressed that urge. She didn't want any sort of a repeat performance 
of the club from a few weeks ago.

"Here, let's sit. Tom isn't expecting us for a few more minutes, anyway," Lisa 
offered, parking herself on a bench. Sarah watched with amazement - and maybe 
still a twinge of jealousy - at how Lisa acted. Lisa sat down with her legs 
wide open, offer the world a clear view of her perfectly smooth and bare 
pussy. She leaned back and spread her arms on either side of the bench - 
giving a clear view of her whole body to every person in the park who happened 
to look their way. Lisa clearly felt no shame whatsoever about being naked in 
public.

By contrast, Sarah sat down and immediately crossed her legs, and then twisted 
to face Sarah, using one arm to block people's view of her breasts as best she 
could without being obvious about it. She was still perpetually embarrassed by 
her nudity.

Lisa continued her story. "Anyway, the funny thing was... over the next couple 
of days, the memory got less embarrassing and more... well, being naked like 
that hadn't been so bad, and it had ignited a curiosity in me. At first I 
thought I was nuts. But I started experimenting by walking around naked more - 
in the house, at least, and by myself. And it was just intoxicating. I can't 
really put it into words, but you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Of course," Sarah lied.

"Well, it was around that time that the S-Mart case was in its earliest 
stages. Tom was talking about it with me one night and it just hit me: I was a 
nudist. I'd never realized it before then, but there was just no doubt in my 
mind. I knew that's how I should be - naked, unashamed, and proud of my body. 
There was no reason I should keep it hidden from the world."

Lisa sighed, as if reliving a fond memory. Sarah felt a little awkward, unable 
to relate to Lisa's impulses. Prior to registering as a nudist, Sarah had 
never felt a desire to be naked for anything other than taking a shower.

"But I still had to be sure. So I went back to the gym the following week. I 
was a nervous wreck," Lisa laughed "But I convinced myself to lose the towel 
on my own this time. I walked from the sauna, through the gym, and into the 
locker room with nothing but a smile. People looked shocked, they stared, they 
couldn't believe it... but it was just amazing! I stopped and registered as a 
nudist on my way home. I haven't worn clothes since."

"But you said I saved your marriage?"

"Yes well... the thing was... I did all this without telling Tom really... and 
he was pretty surprised to come home and find that I was naked and had gotten 
rid of all my clothes. I tried to explain it to him... but let's just say it 
wasn't pretty. I guess it's one thing to represent and work with naked people 
as a lawyer, but there's a double standard when it comes to your wife. He just 
didn't understand why I'd want the world to see me naked, except if I was some 
sort of slut. He walked out on me that night."

"I'm sorry," Sarah said, unsure what else to say.

"But then he met you, Sarah!" Lisa exclaimed. "I think in getting to know you, 
you changed his opinion of nudists. Last week, he started talking about what 
an amazing girl you were - and how completely carefree you were with your body 
in such an innocent sort of way - and how he finally understood that it's 
nothing that nudists are doing that's wrong... it's the people looking who see 
what they want to see. And I think, finally, he saw me in a new way too, for 
who I am. And I have you to thank."

They sat for a moment, while Sarah absorbed the story. She was dumbfounded and 
a little flattered. She'd had no idea she was impacting Tom like that. All 
this time, she'd thought he was just like most every other guy, ogling her 
just because she was a naked woman. Sarah looked down at herself - bare skin 
that she hadn't been able to keep private in nearly two months now. Other 
people looked at that, and saw her as a lifestyle nudist. She'd spent so much 
effort trying to project exactly that image, but still felt a little surprised 
at being perceived that way.

Lisa spent a silent minute soaking the suns rays, oblivious or simply uncaring 
of who might be watching. Spread out and exposed, she breathed deep and ran 
her hands over her body, massaging the sunlight into her breasts, and 
concluding by pinching a nipple. Sarah almost felt ashamed to watch herself - 
she just couldn't fathom how Lisa could do that without feeling humiliated to 
put on such a display.

Against her will, memories of what Sarah had felt like at the club a few weeks 
ago came flooding back. She actually felt a new twinge of jealousy towards 
Lisa. Tom might have looked to Sarah as the model, but Lisa was clearly the 
better nudist. She much more confident with her nudity than Sarah could ever 
hope to be, and clearly lacked any reservations about public displays - she 
was exactly as immodest and carefree that nudists were supposed to be.

Finally Lisa said "Ah well, shall we get lunch? Tom's probably waiting."

The restaurant turned out to be a sidewalk cafe on the other side of the park, 
and Tom was indeed already waiting for them there.

"Hello, lovely ladies!" Tom greeted them, pulling out a chair each for his 
wife and Sarah.

Sarah wasn't exactly thrilled to be eating outdoors, where she'd surely be 
gawked at by hundreds of passerbys, but she felt a sudden obligation to 
continue being a model nudist for Tom and Lisa's sake. The three of them made 
some small talk as they looked over the menu, and Sarah tried to put the 
nearby pedestrians and traffic out of her mind. She was nevertheless glad to 
have a pair of sunglasses to hide behind, even though that was all she had to 
hide behind. A waiter took their order a few minutes later and stared at Lisa 
the whole time. Sarah couldn't decide if she was relieved or annoyed - as much 
as she hated excess attention on her naked body, it was a little disconcerting 
when she didn't get it.

The lunch actually turned into a pleasant outing for Sarah. They talked about 
work, but they also asked about school, Sarah's future plans, and lots of 
other subjects. She realized this was the first time she'd seen Tom outside of 
the office - he seemed more relaxed here, and even friendlier than normal. 
Having Lisa around may have helped to shape Sarah's impression though... he 
spent more time looking at his wife's breasts than Sarah's. Lisa didn't seem 
to take any offense whenever he looked at either of them, but Sarah found 
herself feeling yet another twinge of jealousy over the attention Lisa got.

Not that there wasn't plenty of attention to go around. Every pedestrian that 
walked by gave a long look at the two naked women. A few openly stopped and 
stared before finally moving on. Lisa paid them little heed, but Sarah felt a 
familiar stirring below as she ate her salad. Inspired a bit by Lisa, she 
lifted her breasts up a little and subtly positioned her chair to show off her 
legs a bit more to people on the street - just in time to have a picture 
taken, which made her blush. In between the conversation and food, she kept 
glancing out to see how many people were looking, feeling that mix of 
embarrassment and excitement that drove her wild.

Amazingly though, Sarah's exhibitionism was outmatched. Lisa sat with her 
breasts thrusted out and legs spread apart the whole meal. Between a beauty 
that even Sarah couldn't compete with and her body language, Lisa got the 
lion's share of attention from pedestrians. At the end of the meal, Sarah 
watched in stunned amazement as Lisa's left hand slid between her legs and 
began to finger herself as she spoke. She was actually masturbating. In 
public. And acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. A small 
crowd gathered on the sidewalk to watch Lisa as she performed, while Sarah 
tried to answer a question about the courses she was taking next semester, not 
quite able to believe what was happening. A few minutes later, Lisa's eyes 
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Amazingly though, Sarah's exhibitionism was outmatched. Lisa sat with her 
breasts thrusted out and legs spread apart the whole meal. Between a beauty 
that even Sarah couldn't compete with and her body language, Lisa got the 
lion's share of attention from pedestrians. At the end of the meal, Sarah 
watched in stunned amazement as Lisa's left hand slid between her legs and 
began to finger herself as she spoke. She was actually masturbating. In 
public. And acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. A small 
crowd gathered on the sidewalk to watch Lisa as she performed, while Sarah 
tried to answer a question about the courses she was taking next semester, not 
quite able to believe what was happening. A few minutes later, Lisa's eyes 
glossed over as a shiver ran through her body. She'd obviously had a small 
orgasm.

Sarah blushed hard just watching, but at the same time found her own urge had 
grown too strong to ignore. She politely excused herself from the table, but 
not before Lisa noticed the glistening moisture that had developed between 
Sarah's legs. The two women winked at each other before Sarah headed for the 
bathroom.

Safely locked in the privacy of a lady's room stall, Sarah closed her eyes and 
imagined she was still outside at the table, masturbating just as Lisa had, 
without any shame or modesty at all. The mental picture was enough to turn her 
crimson red with embarrassment... but it just made the resulting orgasm that 
much stronger. 


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Sarah wandered the halls of her dormitory, feeling a little overwhelmed as she 
tried to find her way back to the lobby. Her parents had dropped her off hours 
ago, and she was feeling that combined sense of liberation, excitement, and 
fear at living independently for the first time in her life. It was the first 
day, and it felt a little weird being on her own, naked, over a hundred miles 
from home.

Naked?

For a brief moment that seemed weird. But Sarah examined herself and 
reconfirmed, she was naked. Why wouldn't she be?

Sarah turned heads when she walked into the lobby. She posed, briefly, giving 
everyone a chance to see. It felt good to show her body like that. There were 
already dozens of people in the lobby, and the RA's had begun organizing 
activities designed to help people meet each other and make friends. Sarah 
looked forward to joining in - she'd been so popular last year in high school, 
and she assumed that that popularity would continue in college life. It was 
easy to see already that being a nudist would help with that; all the boys 
took an immediate interest.

She walked to the table and wrote "Sarah" on a "HELLO! MY NAME IS ____" 
nametag, and stuck it to her bare breast. She began walking around and 
introducing herself. A lot of people stared, but she didn't care. She wasn't 
ashamed of her body and took pride in the fact that people liked to look at 
it. She enjoyed the fact that so many could see her naked. She showed off 
confidently, giving her dormmates a good view of her body as she walked around 
introducing herself.

After one of the mini-games, Sarah was greeted by an Asian girl who introduced 
herself as Yukiko. Sarah in turn greeted her warmly.

"You have gorgeous breasts," Yukiko told her.

"Thank you," Sarah said, thrusting them out just a tiny bit more, to make it 
easier for Yukiko to keep appreciating them.

"May I touch them?" Yukiko asked.

"Of course," Sarah answered. She'd been secretly hoping Yukiko would ask that 
- sure, the Asian girl wasn't naked, but she was clearly very sexy.

Yukiko reached out and began to fondle Sarah's breasts. Her touch was 
electric, making Sarah gasp as Yukiko expertly fondled them and feelings of 
pleasure shot through her naked body. Sarah's pussy was already wet from 
exhibiting herself all day, but she felt positively orgasmic as Yukiko's 
fingers caressed her ner ipples.

They were in Sarah's room. She wasn't sure how they got there. It didn't 
matter. Her lust for this sexy Asian girl grew maddeningly. She started 
kissing Yukiko, which was returned in kind. Together, they guided themselves 
down onto the sheetless bed....

A ray of sunlight caught Sarah's eye. She blinked at it, but it didn't go 
away. So she turned, and with a startle she realized Yukiko wasn't there. It 
was just a dream. Of course, it was a dream.

It had more or less been how the first day had gone, at least as far as the 
meet and greet in the lobby. But she hadn't been naked on her first day of 
school last year, her mind just inserted that part. Also she'd barely spoken 
to Yukiko that first day - it wasn't until later that semester that they 
became friends, and they hadn't been particularly close until the end of the 
year Sarah became a nudist and they'd moved into each other. And that stuff 
she'd be doing right before she woke up... well, Sarah had certainly never, 
ever felt any attraction to Yukiko. She was straight, for pete's sake.

She looked at the alarm clock next to her bed. It was about 9 am. It was 
Monday, the Fourth of July, and the only day off she'd have all summer. She 
lounged in bed for a few more minutes before lazily getting up and washing the 
last vestiges of sleep away in the shower, the strange dream already fading 
from memory.

Sarah poured herself some cereal for breakfast and then muddled around the 
apartment for a bit, but already the boredom was setting in. Yukiko had gone 
home to see her own prents for the weekend, leaving Sarah with the apartment 
to herself for the long weekend. She'd spent the last two days here alone, 
mostly watching movies on TV and reading, thinking about everything and 
nothing in particular. She'd originally been grateful for the solitude, but by 
this morning she was feeling a little stir crazy. Naked or not, she was 
normally a very social girl and going this long shut in her apartment without 
human contact was getting to her.

Sarah looked out the window. It was a bright, sunny, hot summer's day. "You 
may as well go out, Sarah," she told herself. "It's not like you're not naked 
in public all the time anyway - avoiding it at this point is just dumb. And 
look, you're talking to yourself."

Of course, saying it was one thing, but public nudity still made her anxious, 
and the embarrassment could be overwhelming... to say nothing of the other 
ways it made her feel. She thought again about Lisa, and how that nudist had 
behaved the other day - totally open, totally confident. Sarah spent a lot of 
time this past weekend wishing she could be like that, naked without a care 
for the way other people looked at her. Mostly because it would make her life 
now so much easier, but also because there was an increasingly big part of her 
that found it exciting. Her fantasies lately had been taken over by images of 
very public sexual performances. But it just wasn't her, and she knew it. 
"You're not a nudist, Sarah," she said, talking to herself again. "Even if you 
do dress like one."

She mulled around for another hour, mostly lounging on the couch and staring 
at the ceiling, trying to suppress her boredom. Her thoughts again returned to 
going out, but then considered the other problem with the idea - she couldn't 
think of anywhere to go. Unfortunately, the only real friend she had in this 
city was Yukiko. Beyond that, her social life was kind of nonexistent - being 
naked and embarrassed all the time hadn't been conducive towards making new 
friends. And even with Yukiko, she'd rarely gone out, again owing mostly to 
Sarah's shyness about being naked.

Finally, Sarah decided she just had to get out, even if she was naked. Or 
maybe because she was naked. To motivate herself, she tried to focus on the 
part of her that got off on the idea, rather than the part of her that was 
embarrassed by it. She definitely didn't want to take it too far - but if she 
could go, walk around for a bit, and maybe get a little pleasure from it, that 
wouldn't be so bad.

She grabbed her purse, making sure her keys and phone were in it, and then 
headed out, without really knowing where she was going.

The hot sidewalk burned the soles of her bare feet as she left her building. 
It was weird how she now associated being barefoot with being casual, as her 
entire "professional" attire consisted of the heels she normally wore at the 
office. It was just one of many weird little quirks that came with a naked 
lifestyle, but in any case she opted to seek out the shade rather than go 
inside and find something for her feet.

She was also, of course, instantly aware of the attention that she garnered as 
she walked down the street (hopped, really, to avoid the parts of the sidewalk 
in direct sunlight). She remembered about how Lisa had acted, showing off for 
the spectators, but Sarah couldn't bring herself to that - it felt gutsy 
enough for her to just be out here when she didn't absolutely have to. For a 
pizza boy, for Tom, in situations she could control... that was one thing. In 
front of the whole city like this, she shied away from the stares as best she 
could.

Where she went was determined more by what path would be easiest on her feet 
than any deliberate choices she made. But soon she realized she'd reached the 
vicinity of the same park she'd been in with Lisa a few days ago. She knew it 
held cool grass rather than hot pavement to walk on, so headed in that 
direction.

After entering the park, Sarah heard the noises of a large crowd on the far 
side, beyond where she could see. Her first instinct was to avoid it, as big 
public events were low on her list of things she wanted to do naked, but as 
she sat soothing her burning feet she became aware of something: she wasn't 
the only nudist here. A naked couple walked down the path towards Sarah and 
the park's exit.

"Heading to the protest?" the man asked when they spotted Sarah.

"Um, yeah," Sarah lied; she had no idea what he was talking about. "Thought I 
might check it out."

"Well we had to jet early, but it's still going strong. They can always use 
one more body though, so no doubt they'll be glad to have you."

After that they walked off; Sarah watched their bare bums as they confidently 
strode out of the park and back onto the street. Her curiosity was piqued, and 
she began heading in the direction of the noise. She didn't exactly plan on 
joining anything, but she wanted to know what was going on.

What she saw when she got there surprised her - there was a group of somewhere 
between 50 and 100 naked people occupying a small section of the park. Sarah 
had never seen that many nudists in one place before; she didn't know what to 
make of it.

She surreptitiously walked around the perimeter, unsure of whether she should 
join in or run the other way. It seemed that the nudists were protesting a 
protest, or something. There was definitely a larger group not far away in 
another section of the park, though what their purpose was Sarah couldn't 
easily tell.

A tall, redheaded naked woman approached Sarah, catching her by surprise. She 
was covered in freckles and surprisingly pale skinned for a nudist; Sarah 
guessed she was around 30. "Hi, you new here?" she asked, with just the hint 
of an Irish accent.

"Yeah, I was just..."

Too late; before Sarah could object, she had signed a petition and was 
standing amongst the nude protesters holding a sign that said "I WAS BORN NUDE 
AND PLAN TO STAY THAT WAY."

From her new vantage point, Sarah was beginning to get a better idea of what 
was going on. It looked like there was an anti-nudity religious demonstration 
across the way, and the nudists were here holding a counter demonstration. But 
whereas there were a hundred nudists here at most, there must have been close 
to a thousand people at the other demonstration - most of the signs on the 
clothed side were either bible quotes or bad puns, and at least a few were 
pretty disturbing - "YOU CAN GO NAKED IN HELL" and "PEOPLE WITHOUT SHAME SHAME 
OUR COUNTRY". Sarah shuddered, and was glad she hadn't stumbled on such a 
hateful bunch by herself... though she was still nervous given how outnumbered 
the nudists were.

Despite herself, Sarah started to get into it. She joined in with the 
occasional shouts and cheers of her fellow nudists, shouting down whoever was 
speaking at the other event. She actually felt some solidarity with the other 
nudists; Despite her personal struggles with her lack of clothes, she realized 
that the anti-nudity bigots hated her as much as any other naked person.

Plus, it was kind of cool in its own right. Sarah had never been politically 
active before, and she'd certainly never seen so many naked people in one 
place. She even felt kind of anonymous in the crowd; for the first time in 
over two months, she didn't stick out. She was able to loosen up in a way she 
hadn't been able in public in a very long time, and was able to relax her 
demeanor in a refreshing way. Strangely though, she was at the same time more 
aware of the fact that she was naked than she'd felt since the first time she 
stepped into the sunlight without clothes.

After a while though, her arm needed a break from holding up the sign and she 
handed it off to someone else. She then pulled out her cameraphone and started 
taking pictures. She'd told her mom she was "involved" in nudism, and this 
could be some proof of that, despite the fact that her presence here was 
totally accidental. She took a couple of photos of the crowd of nudists, 
taking note of some of the more humorous protest signs and interesting body 
types, and then took some shots of the anti-nudity protesters on the other 
side. An old stodgy woman was talking on the stage, talking about obscenity 
and how free speech was wrong - Sarah snapped a photo of her, as well as the 
other people sitting up there.

Mental note Sarah - if you see any of those people on the street, run the 
other way.

A naked man approached her. He looked to be in his forties, and bald from head 
to toe. He might have been attractive if not for a slight pot belly. His was 
just one of the great many body types on display here, from the good looking 
to quite ugly. "First time I've seen you around - I'm Bill," he said.

"Sarah," she replied. "And yeah... I guess I'm new."

"Well, thanks for coming out. We need every body we can get to show that we'll 
defend our rights," Bill said.

"Glad to help," Sarah said.

"Twisted thing is, the same law protecting them is the one protecting us - 
they're all registered Christian fundamentalists, you know. But then, they 
don't get evolution, so it's not surprising that equal rights is too hard for 
them to understand," Bill explained.

Sarah laughed, then surprised herself. "Hey, would you mind taking my picture? 
It's for my mom."

"Sure," Bill said, accepting the cameraphone.

Oh my God Sarah are you really going to pose naked for this guy? Sarah 
thought, in a moment of panic. Yes, yes I am, she assured herself.

Sarah borrowed another sign and held it low enough so it'd be in the frame, 
and then gave the camera a full frontal view of her exposed naked body, all 
while smiling for Bill. A rush of adrenalin surged through her as the tiny 
flash went off, accompanied by a warm tingle between her legs. She'd been 
photographed naked plenty of times already - but that was always by strangers 
on the street she couldn't control. This was the first time she posed for one, 
and the first nude picture of her she'd keep for herself.

Two months ago, she could never have imagined doing that. But here she was. 
"Thanks Bill," she said.

"You should come to the community meetings," Bill said. "It's easy to feel 
alone as a nudist in this city, I think it's good for everyone to spend some 
time around like minds and naked bodies. We don't just do activism, we try to 
have fun once in a while too."

"Thanks," Sarah said. "I'll think about it."

Sarah ended up staying at the protest until it finally ended a few hours 
later. She then followed the nudists to a barbecue they were hosting on the 
pier, mingling and meeting other nudists. For the first time, she didn't feel 
like an outsider... she even regained a sense of what had made her so popular 
in high school. Her warm smile, her social skills, and most importantly, her 
confidence.

She did still force herself ignore her pussy though, which had gotten wetter 
as the day went on. There were at least a few other nudists around at various 
levels of sexual excitement, though Sarah still refused to act on those 
impulses the way some of the others did. Still, it was reassuring in a way - 
she realized that her own feelings weren't that unusual, and it really did 
make sense. Once you're naked, no one is seeing anything that they couldn't 
see already, after all. It was completely natural, and these nudists were all 
people who just thought their bodies were nothing to be ashamed of. Sarah was 
envious.

She met a lot of friendly people before the end of the day and even wound up 
posing for a few more photos - one of the other nudists was a photographer, 
and promised to email them to her. After the sun went down, they watched the 
fourth of July fireworks together.

Sarah actually felt disappointed when the group finally broke up for the 
evening - she realized how much she missed being that social, and knew that 
the confidence she was feeling would evaporate once she ceased to be one of a 
crowd and went back to being a naked girl in a clothed world. 


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Yukiko returned at some point during the night, but Sarah didn't get to see 
her before heading to work the following morning. The euphoric feelings she'd 
felt with the other nudists the day before quickly disappeared as she boarded 
the subway wearing nothing but her heels, doing her best not to react to the 
way that businessmen were staring at her breasts.

By the time she'd reached the office building, her self consciousness had 
completely reasserted itself. Sarah did her best to recall the feelings of the 
previous day, but it was useless... how could you be self confident when you 
were the only one without any clothes?

Sarah had an air of depression about her as she walked through the office. It 
seemed that this was her life now. Whatever else happened, she'd also come 
back to feeling embarrassed and meek from being naked in public. There were 
moments when she felt good about it, or at least push the negative feelings 
from her mind, but that was all they were - just moments. They were nothing 
compared to the daily grind of stares and standing out. The constant judgment 
just endlessly chipped away at her self esteem.

It didn't help Sarah's mood when she saw Kierra was sitting at her desk when 
she got there. Just seeing Kierra was enough to reinforce what Sarah was 
feeling. Even standing over her, Sarah felt weak and submissive to her old 
high school nemesis, who today was wearing an expensive looking tan business 
suit, which modestly complemented her dark skin.

"Nubbly! Just who I wanted to talk to!"

Sarah groaned.

"I was supposed to bring these to the courthouse today," Kierra said, 
motioning towards a manilla folder on the desk. "But wow, I just have so much 
on my plate today! So I asked if one of the interns could go instead, and 
wouldn't you know it, they agreed to send you!"

Sarah groaned again.

"That's the spirit! I thought it would do you good to get out of this office 
for a bit, out into the world, into public," Kierra continued, putting special 
emphasis on the last word. She smiled evilly, then slapped the manila envelope 
into Sarah's hands before walking off.

And so Sarah found herself leaving the building and back out on the street, 
once again naked before the whole city, feeling frustrated. After more than 
two months of this, after yesterday, she'd have thought she'd at least be used 
to being naked in public. But this morning she was feeling particularly 
vulnerable and ashamed - she just felt so confused of late, and couldn't be 
sure of anything.

The courthouse was on the other side of the city, which meant she'd be taking 
a long trip on the subway to get there - no doubt why Kierra had been so 
enthusiastic to send Sarah to do this. At least the crowds had thinned out, 
now that it was the tail end of rush hour. The ubiquitous business suits had 
been replaced by the more casual wear of tourists and people going about their 
errands, not that any of them were naked. Sarah did have at least a tiny bit 
of luck though; a train pulled up just as she walked onto the platform, and it 
was empty enough that she was able to find a seat.

She tried not to think about the stares she was getting as she rode across 
town. It was a relatively long ride, over half an hour, and she had to switch 
lines half way. Sarah was dismayed when she got on the new train; there was a 
creepy guy who just constantly smiled at her and proved particularly hard to 
just ignore. Not that ignoring the the myriad of other riders who got off and 
on the train at various points was easy to do. She sighed with relief when she 
finally got to her stop and was able to exit - not that there was really any 
respite to be found outside the station. A shocked woman gasped when she saw 
Sarah exiting the station; Sarah just pretended she hadn’t heard.

The subway stopped right in front of town hall. So the street level was 
particularly busy, with plenty of politicians, lawyers, and similar types in 
making up the crowd, as well as a heavy police presence for security. The 
courthouse was across the street and a block away, so Sarah had to pass by 
just about all of them before she could get inside again.

She reached the giant granite steps of the court and began to ascend up them 
when there was a loud SNAP. Sarah took a tumble, yelping as she fell forward.

“Are you alright?” a nearby police office offered. A small crowd formed in 
less than a second, all attracted by what was going on with the naked woman.

“Fine, fine,” Sarah said, frustrated. Actually, she’d scraped her knee... the 
lack of protection was another of being naked, she realized. But her immediate 
concern was just getting away from the eyeballs of the crowd.

She fiddled with her heel and realized it was unrecoverable. Dammit, that was 
a nice pair of shoes too. With no other choice, Sarah took them off and walked 
barefoot up the steps, now feeling even more underdressed.

There was a security checkpoint at the entrance with a metal detector. The 
guard had her put her purse through an x-ray as she walked through and checked 
her nudist registration card. Sarah realized that was the first time anyone 
had actually checked it to prove she was a nudist - most anyone could walk 
around naked with little trouble, it seemed, registered or not. That was 
interesting.

Sarah stood for a moment in the main lobby, just looking around. It was a 
beautiful building, constructed over a century ago with stone floors and 
marble pillars. The centerpiece of the entrance hall was a life size statue of 
lady justice was - complete with blindfold, scales, and a single bare breast. 
Sarah couldn't help but feel some empathy with the figure, standing as she was 
with both breasts exposed, as well as a whole lot more.

She wasn't sure where to go next, so she approached an information desk. It 
was staffed by a young guy, probably about Sarah's age. He had blue eyes and a 
dark five o'clock shadow, contrasting his bleached hair. Aside from the dorky 
security uniform he wore, he was pretty cute.

"Hi, I'm looking for Tom Matthews, do you know where I'd find him?" Sarah 
asked.

"Hold on a second, I'll take a look," he offered, and began tapping at his 
keyboard. "So, first time I've seen you around," he said casually. "I'm Earl."

"Sarah," she replied politely. She had to give him credit; he definitely 
looked at her naked body, but at least he looked her in the eye when he spoke 
to her. Most guys never rose their eyes above her breasts when they spoke to 
her. They seemed to assume that being naked was an invitation to ogle, and 
that they could abandon all rules of propriety and respect.

"Live around here?" he asked.

"Across town, actually," she answered.

"Looks like he's on the third floor, Judge Judy," he said. "Don't laugh, 
that's actually her name. Anyway, I expect you'll find him in conference room 
C1, third door on the right from the elevator."

Sarah didn't laugh, but she smiled. "Thanks."

"Hey, would you want to get together for coffee later?" Earl asked suddenly, 
as she turned to leave.

"Oh..." Sarah said, completely taken by surprise. "I... can't. I'm seeing 
someone."

"Ah," he said, never losing his smile. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying."

"Nope," Sarah said. "Well, have a good day."

"You too."

Sarah walked away, baffled. She wasn't sure where that lie had sprung from or 
even why she'd turned him down, actually. She realized she hadn't really given 
much thought to dating as a nudist. Other than a few unremarkable dates here 
and there, she'd been single since graduating high school over a year ago. 
Which was fine with her, actually. She liked having the freedom to discover 
herself... but now that she was a nudist, she wasn't sure how that changed 
things. How many guys would want to date a girl who let every other guy in the 
world see her naked all the time? How many would go out with her just because 
she was naked all the time?

Still, that didn't explain why she'd said "no" just now... he seemed nice, 
cute, and was interested. Instinctively, she just hadn't wanted it, even 
though she was kind of second guessing that decision as she walked away.

Her thoughts returned to the task at hand as she got on the elevator and hit 
the button for the third floor. She shared the elevator with a woman and four 
men; all older, all with pervy looks. Surprisingly though, she got the most 
lustful look from the woman - which made Sarah think about Yukiko, oddly 
enough. In either case, it was short lived. A moment later she exited the 
elevator - although despite herself, she gave her ass an extra little shake 
for her female admirer. You're just a glutton for humiliation, Sarah, she told 
herself.

Sarah found the door she was looking for and knocked. There was no answer 
right away, so she took a moment to look around her surroundings. There wasn't 
much to see though - it was mostly an empty hallway, dotted by big mahogony 
doors, a water fountain and a few benches. Sarah was alone except for a small 
group of three people about halfway to the other end of it. Sarah thought she 
recognized one of them - a tall, white haired man - but she couldn't place 
him. He took only enough notice of Sarah to shoot her an angry glare though, 
which made her feel threatened and uncomfortable. She dug her bare toes into 
the carpet, and almost jumped inside when the door finally opened.

"Sarah!" Tom said in surprise. "Wasn't expecting to see you here."

There were two other lawyers in the room besides Tom, Sarah recognized them 
both as partners in the firm. The man was Sam Matthews, Tom's gray haired 
older brother, and the other was Sandrine Eclaire, a tall woman in her 
forties.

"I was asked to bring this over," she said, handing Tom the folder Kierra had 
given her earlier.

"Ah," Tom said. "Thanks - we needed this. Why don't you hang around for a 
little bit? We're going to order lunch soon."

"Thanks, I will," Sarah smiled. The trip over here hadn't been fun, and now 
that she was here she wasn't eager to repeat it. Especially since going back 
to the office would just mean subjecting herself to whatever else Kierra might 
have in store for her today.

Sarah sat in for about an hour, listening to the lawyers debate strategy - 
opening statements were in a few days, and they were here today make sure 
everything was squared away with the Judge. A lot of it went right over 
Sarah's head - she was, after all, only a pre-law college freshman - but she 
was also pleased with herself by how much she was following. Sarah remained 
silent the whole time, unable to offer anything to the discussion, but took a 
lot in just by listening.

Thankfully they turned to more mundane topics once they broke to order a 
pizza, and Sarah was able to participate in the conversation. She was pleased 
to learn from Sandrine that she had a reputation in the office as intelligent, 
reliable, and hard working - it gave her a little pride to be known as 
something more than "the naked girl". Sam was a little more businesslike and 
looked at her body with a slightly more appreciative eye than Sandrine, but he 
remained friendly and professional, and talked about law school with her.

They all dove into the pizza when it arrived, and the conversation slowed as 
they ate. But in an offhand comment, Sarah asked: "Hey, do you know who that 
white haired guy outside the opposite conference room was before? I think I've 
seen him before, but I can't place him and it's been bugging me."

Tom answered: "Louis White. Northeast regional manager for S-mart. Over half 
of the class action complaints come from his region, so he's been pretty 
heavily involved in this case. I don't know where you'd have met him though; 
maybe you've seen his photo in the office?"

Sandrine added: "Too much of this case depends on him, actually - whether the 
jury believes his testimony and finds him sympathetic."

The three of them debated that point while Sarah pondered. Tom's explanation 
only made her more curious - it didn't help her to place him, but she was sure 
she knew him from somewhere...

A minute later, Sarah shouted "Ah ha!", to the confusion of the lawyers in the 
room. "Oh," she said, a little red faced. "Sorry, I just remembered where I 
saw him before - he was at this anti-nudist demonstration on the fourth."

The implications of Sarah's words hit the lawyers a lot faster than they did 
Sarah. "What?" Sam said. "Say that again?"

"On the fourth of July I was at this protest. Well, counter protest really. 
But anyway, yeah, he was on a stage and gave some spiel about how immoral 
nudists are and everyone should act more Christian."

Sarah suddenly felt self conscious as she developed an inkling of why they 
were so excited. "I... I took some pictures. He might be in one of them..."

Sarah didn't make it back to the office that day. She was suddenly intimately 
involved with a complete restructuring of the plaintiff's case. 


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Sarah stood below the half naked lady justice in the main entrance hall of the 
courthouse. Sarah wondered what the symbolism of her nudity was; was justice 
supposed to be immodest? Was it supposed to say that Justice was transparent 
and exposed? Or did the sculptor simply like boobs?

It had been three weeks since the last time she'd been here - a whirlwind of 
long hours and intense preparation with Tom and the other lawyers, preparing 
Sarah to give testimony at the trial.

The judge hadn't been too happy with the last minute addition to the witness 
list or the fact that Sarah was so closely associated with the law firm, and 
the defense attorneys had attempted to block it. But ultimately it had gone 
forward, and it all led up to this: Sarah was about to take the witness stand.

She was nervous, to say the least. Now that the actual moment was fast 
approaching, her anxiety was climbing proportionately. Her testimony had the 
potential to make or break this case; it was an intense amount of pressure to 
be under.

Of course, it also didn't help that she'd be doing this stark naked. The one 
silver lining is that she'd been so busy preparing for this that Kierra was 
effectively kept off her back - but the black girl had been positively elated 
to discover what was going on. The thought of Sarah on a witness stand, naked, 
in front of lawyers, a judge, a jury, a courtroom full of reporters, and TV 
cameras... it filled Kierra with as much glee as it filled Sarah with dread.

And then there was the "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and 
nothing but the truth?" thing, which Sarah was having an especially difficult 
time with, because the last three months of her life had been a total lie. A 
pivotal case for nudist rights, and the rights of everyone living an 
alternative lifestyle really, now depended on a fraud - a girl who'd 
haphazardly become a nudist only out of desperation to get a job, not someone 
who felt a deep urge that society ought to let her go around naked. Should she 
be honest with the world? Could she? Was this a lie worth perjuring herself 
over? What if it came down to doing the right thing by the nudists who'd been 
discriminated against, or maintaining this facade?

It didn't get any easier as she made her way to the waiting room, located just 
outside the court where the proceedings were taking place. At least in there, 
she was alone. The solitude proved to be both a blessing and curse though. She 
was away from any staring eyes, but there was nothing to distract herself with 
or reduce the anxiety she was feeling. All she had to do was sit at the small 
table in the room and... wait.

She felt intensely aware of her body - every bit of it tingled, reminding her 
of how exposed it was. She felt the wood of her chair against her bare ass. 
The air conditioner blew chilly air over her bare nipples. She felt the 
irritated skin of her bikini zone where she'd trimmed and shaved earlier this 
morning, reminding her that there was nothing protecting it but her crossed 
legs, themselves bare.

Bare. Nude. Exposed. Vulnerable. Immodest. Starkers. In the buff. Au Naturel. 
Unclad, undressed, unclothed. Naked.

"Sarah Mariano," the bailiff stuck his head in to say. "You're up in a 
minute."

Sarah stepped through the heavy door and into the courtroom just in time to 
hear "... calls Sarah Mariano to the stand."

She approached the bench and took her seat on the stand in silence, the only 
sound to be heard in the whole room was the click-clack of her black heels. To 
her left sat Judge Judy, an aging woman in typical Judge's robes. The bailiff 
and twelve jurors were off to her right. In front of her was a small 
microphone. Beyond that sat Tom and the other lawyers from Matthews and Grant 
working the case, and the defense attorneys sitting on the other side. Beyond 
them was the audience. She spotted Yukiko right away, and her mom sitting next 
to her, both there showing their support. Kierra was two rows behind them, 
smiling - Sarah half expected that she'd have brought popcorn to this. In the 
front row were a few nudists, including Tom's wife Lisa, who was sitting 
rather immodestly with her legs parted. In the very back of the room was a TV 
camera, carrying her naked image to an unknowable number of TV sets across the 
country.

The bailiff approached her with a copy of the Bible. "Do you swear to tell the 
truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" he said quickly.

"I do," Sarah said, surprised at how much the microphone amplified her voice. 
Every eye was on her.

"Plaintiff's witness," Judge Judy said.

Tom stood up and approached the stand. This part should go just as expected.

He launched right into it: "Sarah, can you tell the court where you were this 
past July 4th?"

"I was at a nudist protest," she answered.

"And would you please tell the court what you were protesting?" Tom continued.

"An anti-nudist demonstration," she answered.

"Sarah, did you take any pictures at this demonstration?"

"I did."

"Was this one of them?" Tom asked, handing her an 8x10 that was made from a 
photo she took with her cell phone that day, showing the stage at the 
anti-nudist demonstration.

"Yes it is."

"Sarah, can you identify the person in the photo?"

"Yes. Louis White."

Tom proceeded to enter the photo into evidence, and then continued questioning 
Sarah. "What was he doing on that stage, Sarah?"

"He spoke to the audience, the anti-nudist demonstrators," she said.

"Can you please tell the court what he said?"

"Objection!" the defense attorney yelled. The two of them argued at the 
judge's bench before she overruled it and let Sarah answer.

"He spoke of how immoral we - nudists - are. He said that it was shameful, 
disrespectful, and public nudity should be banned."

"How would you characterize the tone of his comments, Sarah?"

"Hostile. Threatening."

"Louis White testified before this court that he had, and I quote, 'no 
particular feelings, positive or negative, about the nudist lifestyle or the 
people or practice it.' He further testified: 'I've no interest in such a 
lifestyle, but respect those that do.' Based on what you heard him say at that 
demonstration, would you agree that those statements were truthful?"

"No," Sarah said. "I would not."

"No further questions," Tom said.

"Your witness," Judge Judy said to the defense attorney.

The defense took a moment to get his papers together. Sarah's heart rate 
doubled. This was the part that was unpredictable. Tom had warned her that her 
testimony was pretty unassailable, so they'd likely go after her credibility 
as a witness. What form that would take was anyone's guess, although Tom 
suspected he'd go after Sarah's nudist bona fides. But Sarah had no idea what 
specific questions she was about to be forced to answer in front of the whole 
world, and the thought terrified her.

Finally the attorney approached her.

"Sarah, when did you become a nudist?"

Sarah's heart skipped a beat. "April 30 of this year," she answered honestly. 
There were a few surprised looks. She wasn't sure that anyone at the law firm 
besides Kierra knew just how recently Sarah had last worn clothes.

"When did you begin your employment at Matthews and Grant?"

"May the 7th," she answered, trying to swallow her panic. She was afraid of 
where this was going.

"Sarah, in your time since registering, have you attended any other nudist 
related events besides the one you testified about today, of a political 
nature or otherwise?"

"No, I have not," she answered.

"Have you joined any nudist clubs, organizations - done anything that would 
identify you as a nudist beyond your Federal Department of Lifestyles 
registration?"

"...I'm naked aren't I?" Sarah said. This got a small laugh from the crowd, 
making Judge Judy bang her gavel.

The defense attorney didn't miss a beat. "Sarah - don't you think it's the 
least bit coincidental that you became a nudist immediately before joining 
Matthews and Grant, while this case was underway, and that the only event 
you've attended happens to be the one you're testifying about today?"

"No, I don't think so," Sarah said, feeling some relief. He jumped to the 
wrong conclusion. He was making the case that Sarah was part of some 
conspiracy, that this had all been planned by Matthews and Grant - he was 
attacking the firm's credibility, not hers!

Her momentary relaxation evaporated with the next question though: "So then 
just why did you become a nudist on April 30?"

"Objection!" Tom yelled. This resulted in another argument before the judge 
about the question's relevance. For a moment, Sarah thought she might be 
spared from answering it - but then the Judge's answer came back "overruled".

Sarah looked out at the people in the audience. Her friends and family. People 
who looked up to her, people depending on her, people counting on her. All 
people she was about to let down. Because she knew, deep in her heart, that 
she couldn't lie under oath, she couldn't perjure herself. This whole summer 
had been pure insanity - a parade of embarassment, humiliation, lies, and 
tumultuous emotions. She knew they'd all hate her after this - but it was time 
for honesty, it was time to come clean - and she'd accept the consequences.

"I..." she began, clearing her throat. "I don't know. I used to think I knew, 
but I don't really. You know, you can register in all sorts of lifestyles. But 
most of them - like, if you're a vegan, people might know - but walking down 
the street, you're still just like everyone else. When you're a nudist though 
- everyone can see it, all the time, it becomes who you are. There's no 
avoiding it. It defines you. I was impulsive. I know now, I know I definitely 
didn't think it through. It's been hard. Unbelievably hard, sometimes. But 
I've lived with it, and keep living with it. All I can say about why... is 
that it was the right thing to do for myself. I made it for me, and I'd still 
make the same choice again. I'm just a nudist. This... this is who I am."

By the time Sarah was done, her voice was raw with emotion. She was actually 
fighting off tears as she finished. It hadn't been what she'd expected to say. 
She'd simply resolved to tell the truth... and that's what had come out. She'd 
wanted the internship so badly, yes, but was that really why she was sitting 
her naked today, why she hadn't worn clothes for the last three months? She 
realized for the first time that it wasn't - that was just the catalyst. The 
real cause, the real reason she'd done this... it was inside her.

It was only when Judge Judy began banging her gavel calling for order that she 
realized the courtroom had erupted in applause at her statement. Her words had 
touched more than just herself.

The defense attorney backed off - he realized his "gotcha" tactic had 
backfired and got her off the stand as quickly as possible. Sarah quietly 
retreated back to the waiting room, where she sat down and cried. 

 

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It was half past midnight when Sarah and Yukiko arrived back home. The day had 
ended with a celebratory dinner; the case was wasn't over yet, but everyone 
was convinced that Sarah's testimony had clinched it. Sarah had been obliged 
to attend - but all she'd really wanted to do was have some time to herself to 
think, and process the raw emotions that had surfaced while she was on the 
stand.

Now though, she could only think about bed as kicked off her shoes and 
collapsed on the couch to rub her sore feet.

Yukiko wasted no time in stripping as well, though she had a bit more to take 
off than Sarah. With a practiced skill, her clothes seemed to melt off as she 
walked through the living room. Her one piece dress went over her head in a 
single fluid motion as she stepped out of her shoes. Her bra - almost 
magically unsnapped in the same motion - fell off her shoulders a moment 
later. Her thong just seemed to flow over her hips and down her legs until she 
stepped out of them, and she pulled each of her socks off with her feet as she 
walked. Every bit as naked as Sarah, she collapsed on the recliner.

"Long day," she said, yawning.

"Tell me about it," Sarah huffed.

The two naked girls looked at one another sleepily, in an unspoken contest to 
see which one would finish winding down and head to her respective bed first.

Yukiko spoke, but it wasn't to announce she was going to bed: "That was really 
brave, what you did up there. I can't imagine what it was like. I just know 
baring your soul is a lot more difficult than baring your skin - I'm really 
proud of you."

A warm gush went through Sarah - it made her happy to hear that. "Thank you," 
Sarah said, with a slight blush. "I... I couldn't have done it without you 
being here all summer. This has been a difficult transition for me, and you... 
just, thank you."

Sarah again surprised herself by saying that, but again knew it was the truth. 
Since taking her clothes off, she'd been objectified, lusted for, disdained, 
and more by a countless array of people. But Yukiko had offered nothing but 
friendship and support from the beginning, and had been the only one in her 
life to do so. There was a real affection between them, and that meant more to 
Sarah than she'd realized before now.

Especially because Sarah knew Yukiko was a lesbian - her friend could have 
reacted just like a guy, leering after her as if she was some three 
dimensional porn. But in all this time of being naked around Yukiko, she'd 
been a perfect gentleman. Er, lady. Sarah found herself wondering why - maybe 
she wasn't sexy to a lesbian? Or did Yukiko just not want to get worked up 
over a straight girl? Or did Yukiko just see enough other girls naked anyway 
that it was no big deal to her?

Wait a second - do I want Yukiko to be attracted to me? No, Sarah decided, I'm 
just really tired and thinking crazy things. Yukiko's just a good friend.

Yukiko stood up, and Sarah's heart missed a beat - she felt sure her roommate 
had read her thoughts. But that idea was put to rest when Yukiko spoke. "Well 
babe, I don't know about you but I need to crash."

"Me too," Sarah said sleepily, though made no move to get up.

Yukiko approached her; Sarah admired her friend's beauty. It was weird, she'd 
seen Yukiko naked a lot over the last few months, but it was like the first 
time Sarah was really noticing her...

Yukiko squeezed Sarah's hand. "You're a good friend; you mean a lot to me 
Sarah. I'll always be here for you," she said, before planting a light kiss on 
Sarah's forehead and disappearing into her room.

Sarah sat there for a little while longer, too tired to think about anything, 
but with too many thoughts circling her head to want to go to bed. Eventually 
she realized she'd fall asleep here on the couch and wind up with a sore back 
if she didn't get moving though, and sleepily stumbled to the sheetless bed in 
her own room.

I wonder if Yukiko pictures me when she masturbates... was Sarah's last 
thought before falling asleep. But it would be forgotten by morning. 

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The news tore through the office fast. The verdict had come in, and the 
settlement was huge. $150 million! It meant six figures for each of the 
plaintiffs and big bonuses for almost everyone in the firm.

Of course Sarah, as an intern, would see none of that, but she was happy 
nonetheless. She'd seen first hand just how much S-mart had wronged the 
nudists, and how much work everyone here had put into getting them justice. 
She felt everyone was deserving, and was glad to have played a role in it.

As the "hero" of the whole story, Sarah got another round of admiration from 
everyone in the office who was grateful for the paycheck they could now 
expect. Sarah accepted it modestly; it was better than the kind of attention 
she usually got, but she was having a hard time sharing in the enthusiasm.

Sarah felt frustrated.

The day she gave the testimony hat she was now being congratulated for, she 
had had a huge personal revelation. But nothing had really changed because of 
it. She still felt embarrassed by every look and humiliated by her constant 
public exposure. She felt no better about being naked than she had the day 
before she'd given her testimony. She still found herself cringing, hiding, 
and shying away from being seen as much as possible. Perhaps the worst part: 
deep down, being naked in public still made her horny.

She kept expecting to wake up and just be used to it. To not care about the 
attention or who was looking, to be able to act like Lisa or any of the other 
nudists she'd met this summer. But that morning never came; every day she woke 
up feeling a little depressed that she couldn't get dressed and go outside 
like a normal person. Shed begun to wonder if what she'd said in court had 
been a lie after all.

Nevertheless, she kept up the facade. At least that part was a little easier 
now - her credibility as a nudist was pretty unassailable, and she felt a 
little more comfortable being a little more shy about things without feeling 
that she was putting anything at risk. Kierra was still giving her a hard time 
and threatening to blow the whistle, but even that seemed minimal lately. 
Sarah didn't know if her new status around the office had changed things, or 
Kierra was just getting tired of her games... but in either case, Sarah wasn't 
complaining.

In fact, it was early afternoon and Sarah hadn't even seen Kierra that day. 
Not that she wasn't getting enough attention from everyone else.

"Hi, you must be Sarah," a brunette woman spoke. She was dressed 
professionally, but a little less so than was normal for a law office. Sarah 
also saw someone was with her; a younger guy with a digital camera around his 
neck.

"Hi," Sarah greeted her. "I'm sorry... who are you?"

The woman smiled and extended her hand, which Sarah shook. "Barb Tridilowsky," 
she smiled. "Don't worry about spelling it; even I have a hard time with it. 
I'm with Time magazine - we've been covering the S-mart case from the 
beginning, and to get right to the point - we'd love to do a cover story on 
you."

"What?!" Sarah said, unable to believe what she'd just heard. "You're not 
serious?"

Barb explained: "Sarah, your story is a compelling part of this trial - 
perhaps the most compelling part. Your testimony captured the attention of the 
nation. It's a terrific human interest story; you've become the face of nudism 
for this country, and people want to know more about you."

Sarah felt dizzy upon hearing that. She had no idea she'd acquired national 
attention - but she certainly didn't want to amplify it by having her 
biography all over Time magazine. She was about to turn the reporter down when 
Sam and Tom came walking in.

"Oh, Barb, I see you found Sarah already!" Sam said. "Listen Sarah, don't 
worry about doing any work today - it's a hell of an honor, and you deserve 
it. You and Barb take as much time as you need"

Tom smiled. "Sarah's a really wonderful girl," he told Barb. "I want to read 
nothing but good things about her."

And like that, Sarah's objection was lost in the wind. "Great! Let's go for a 
walk."

The "walk" turned out to be an excuse to follow Sarah around as she walked 
naked through the city, giving Barb's photographer a chance to shoot her in a 
variety of settings. It wasn't the first time Sarah posed nude for 
photographs, but she was nervous given that any one of them could wind up on 
the cover of the magazine. But she once again found herself facing that 
familiar conflict - being forced to humiliate herself by posing because she 
felt she had no choice. She wanted to just forget this whole thing, but 
instead, she obliged by posing as requested for what was easily hundreds of 
shots, showing every part of her body to the camera and then some. She just 
tried not to think about where they'd wind up - never in her life had she 
imagined that nude photos of herself would be printed in a magazine where 
literally millions of people would see them.

Exhibiting herself - on the streets, for the camera, also had its effect 
between her legs. She did her best to suppress it and hoped that it wouldn't 
show up in the pictures.

Barb turned out to be pretty friendly, in an on-the-record-with-a-journalist 
sort of way. She seemed genuinely interested in getting to know Sarah, and 
Sarah found herself opening up a little bit - though she was ever conscious 
that any one of her words could wind up in this article. She spoke a lot about 
her life growing up, college, her plans for the future... and becoming a 
nudist. Barb was interested in how it impacted her relationships, especially 
with her parents. She also talked about the trials and tribulations of being 
naked, what she'd expected, hadn't expected, and how she felt people treated 
her.

Finally they made their way back to the office, Sarah still talking, "I never 
imagined I'd become some kind of spokesman for nudists. It's not anything I 
ever wanted, and definitely not something I'd imagined doing three months ago. 
I guess I'm not sure I'm up to it... there are a lot of better ones than me."

Barb smiled. "Sarah... I'm stepping outside the boundaries of professional 
journalism, but I wouldn't worry about that. You're just looking to be taken 
for who you are, and that's what people admire."

Sarah smiled, though she still couldn't believe this would all be printed for 
an article. "Thanks."

"Would you mind going back up to the office for a few? We'd love to have some 
shots of you there, and maybe talk to some of your co-workers."

"Sure, I guess," Sarah said. That was fine, just so long as they avoided one 
particular co-worker.

Back in the office, Barb spent some time talking to Tom, and then the other 
interns. Sarah was left with the photographer, who posed her around the photo 
copier and among some of the cubicles. Sarah was starting to get nervous 
though, as all the posing was beginning to get to her - suppressing her 
feelings was getting harder, and her will power wasn't enough to hide some of 
her body's visible signs.

To make matters worse, Kierra showed up just as Barb was walking out of Tom's 
office. Sarah nearly panicked; there was simply no way this could end well.

"Nubbly!" Kierra said. "I heard you were going naked for the national press 
now? Good for you."

Which got the inevitable question from Barb: "Nubbly?"

Kierra looked at Sarah with an evil grin. "Why Sarah, surely you told her 
about your nickname?"

"I..." Sarah began, but was interrupted. Kierra launched into the whole story 
of that fateful day when Sarah was just a high school freshman and lost her 
top at a birthday party. Kierra told it with what almost sounded like pride. 
Sarah was helpless to do anything but sit there and listen, mortified, as the 
most humiliating day of her life became national news.

The photographer got a shot of Kierra as she finished the story. Barb 
responded with a reporter's interest: "So Sarah must be quite a different 
person today than that shy girl you first met in high school?"

Sarah felt like time was standing still; every moment became an extended 
period of humiliation as Kierra spoke. It was like slowing down to look at an 
auto accident as you passed by... except that she was the victim.

"Oh yes!" continued Kierra. "Back then, she was so easily embarrassed. These 
days - well look at her! So immodest, I don't think anything embarrasses her - 
she's such a little show off. She even keeps a vibrator in her desk there, and 
doesn't mind if the whole world watches her get off. Sarah, why don't you give 
the reporter a show?"

Her anxiety peaked. Sarah entered a dreamworld, where everything felt surreal. 
She couldn't think, couldn't act. The loudest noise in the room was her 
heartbeat, which was suddenly deafening.

"Would you Sarah? It'd make a great shot for the story," Barb encouraged her. 
Her voice sounded really far away.

Kierra reached over and found the vibrator in the desk drawer she'd given 
Sarah on her birthday. Sarah had completely forgotten about it... until now. 
"Do it," she whispered into Sarah's ear. "Or there's more I could tell your 
reporter friend for this article."

Bzzzz... Kierra switched it on and shoved it into Sarah's limp hands.

Sarah's skin felt intensely sensitive; she felt every molecule of air as it 
passed over her. She knew, in the back of her head, that others in the office 
were starting to get interested and crowd around. She couldn't escape. Not 
from the situation, not from her own head, not from her own body's needs. Tom 
was there. Kierra was there. Half the office was there. A reporter for a 
national magazine was there. The humiliation was greater than anything she'd 
felt to date, and still climbing. And it was having it's effect... she was 
aware of it... but she couldn't. There was no way she could bring herself -

Lightning traveled through her body as the vibrator made contact. It was like 
nothing she'd ever felt before. The sensations, the humiliation, the nudity, 
the audience... they all coalesced into a feeling like none Sarah had ever 
experienced. It felt good and it felt bad, each and every long second that 
ticked by increased her pleasure and increased her humiliation. She had to 
stop, but couldn't. Not because of Kierra or any consequences, but because she 
couldn't tear herself from the sensations now consuming her.

Did I just moan? Yes, I think I did. Oh my god, everyone just heard me moan...

It continued. Everything built up inside of her. Every pent up emotion of the 
last three and a half months of being naked started to swell, causing the 
first cracks in the damn. She buried the vibrator inside her, ...ing herself, 
surrendering what little modesty she had left. The most private, intimate act 
a person could do, she was now doing in public. Deliberately. She didn't think 
about whether she should, or why she was... she was running on instinct now. 
She was so ...ing horny. She just let go.

The world filled with stars. For how long, Sarah couldn't tell - minutes, 
perhaps. Her hearing came back first - "Wow," a voice said. Sarah couldn't 
tell who it came from. Her vision came back next; she hadn't even realized the 
world had gone black until blurry, stunned faces re-entered it. The flash of 
the camera - had he been taking pictures this whole time? She was breathing 
hard, and her heart was pounding. She was sweaty, drenched in fact. And 
smelled of sex. And then...

Horror. Dread. Realization about what she'd done. A sickening feeling, unlike 
anything she'd known before, or knew how to deal with. Oh God...

Kierra wore a victorious smirk. 

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Sarah couldn't remember how she'd ended it with Barb, or anyone else at work 
that day. Maybe she maintained herself long enough to keep up appearances, 
maybe she'd just walked out. Now, she just had to get out of public. Forever, 
if she could. Instinctively, there was only one place she felt safe, and 
that's where she headed. She shut everything else out, and paid no heed to 
other pedestrians or even to the traffic as she made a deliberate march for 
home. People stared. More than usual, even. But it didn't matter - it was for 
the last time.

The walk home was already forgotten when she finally arrived; the humiliation 
she felt was the only thing that stayed in her mind for more than a few 
moments at a time. She shut the door behind her and collapsed in tears, 
curling up on the floor and burying her head in her knees. Her only thought, 
which kept repeating over and over: I was wrong.

She stayed in that position until she became so dehydrated she couldn't cry 
anymore. Then, with red swollen eyes and a dry raspy throat, she began to half 
stumble, half crawl towards the bedrooms. Only she didn't enter her own; she 
went for Yukiko's instead. She was tired. Tired of everything. Tired of life. 
Tired of being naked. In Yukiko's room, she found the one thing she desired 
most: clothes.

She went into her roommate's closet, pulling out the first thing her hand 
landed upon. It happened to be a T-shirt. That was fine. Sarah pulled it over 
her head. Yukiko was smaller than Sarah, so her clothes made for a tight fit - 
but Sarah didn't care. She wanted to be clothed, but more importantly she 
needed to feel clothed. The snug fit of the shirt was reassuring and 
comforting, and she reveled in the sensation. She'd forgotten what clothes 
felt like against her body.

I actually forgot what clothes felt like. It seemed so shocking.

She next found some pants. She first spent a minute trying to fit into a pair 
of Yukiko's jeans, but it wouldn't make they passed her larger hips. So Sarah 
tossed them aside, and desperately dug for a pair of sweat pants. She got them 
on - they hugged her skin even more closely than the shirt. Sarah relished it, 
rubbing her hands up and down the fabric now covering her legs, protecting 
them, clothing them.

She was dressed. For the first time in over three months, she was dressed. Her 
body was once again private - hidden from the public, from reporters, from 
Kierra. It was hers again.

But she still didn't feel covered enough. Mindlessly, she crawled into 
Yukiko's bed, pulling the blanket over her, covering her whole body, keeping 
it shielded from the world in it's own private cocoon. Privacy was so 
wonderful. Having regained a tiny amount of her sense of security, she drifted 
off to sleep...

Sarah stood at the gates of the emerald city, her long odyssey finally nearing 
an end. She'd journeyed the whole length of the yellow bricked road, wearing 
nothing but the ruby red slippers she'd taken from that Wicked Witch upon 
arriving in this strange place. Now, her goal was finally in sight. She'd 
traveled long and far in search of the Wizard, and all the embarrassment of 
being naked would be worth it. Sarah knew he would give her what her heart 
desired most: clothes to cover herself with.

She walked excitedly through the city. She used her hands and arms to try to 
shield her body from the view of the city's residents, but not even their 
ogles and stares could slow her down now. The Wizard... the Wizard... she kept 
thinking to herself. All her hopes were pinned on his ability to grant her 
wish.

She reached his door and knocked loudly. "Who is it?" came a booming voice 
from within.

"My name is Sarah... " she answered. "I was told you have the power to dress 
me!"

"Go away!" it said.

Not to be deterred, Sarah stood her ground. "Please!" she shouted. "I've been 
naked for so long! If you can help, you must!"

Silence followed. Sarah worried for a moment that she'd come all this way for 
nothing; but finally the big door opened. Sarah stepped inside into a great 
big room, with a giant, ghostly floating head in the middle.

"Do you know what your heart seeks?" the Wizard asked.

"Yes!" Sarah exclaimed. "I need clothes! I don't want to be embarrassed 
anymore!"

The Wizard pondered, looking over Sarah as he did. Sarah felt frightened, 
vulnerable - but stayed focused on the idea that soon she'd have clothes 
again. "But don't you see?" The Wizard said. "You've had the power to not feel 
embarrassed all along!"

"No..." Sarah said. "I can't..."

"The Wizard has spoken."

"No!" Sarah yelled. She'd traveled so far, she'd found the Wizard - she'd get 
what she deserved!

"Leave now," the Wizard said, his giant floating head turning away from her.

"I won't!" Sarah dove. Her goal for so long had been the Wizard, she wasn't 
about to leave without getting what she needed. She dove right for him, 
passing right through the holographic head and grabbing at the curtain behind.

"No, don't look there!" he shouted.

But it was too late. Sarah pulled the curtain back, revealing the Wizard for 
what he was. There, working a machine and speaking into a microphone was...

Yukiko?

"Sarah..." a soft voice called from the distance, barely more than a whisper. 
"Hey, Sarah..."

Sarah drifted back to consciousness. She was cocooned and warm. She was 
confused at first... but then remembered where she was. In Yukiko's bed, 
wearing her roommate's clothes, and now being prodded awake by that same 
roommate.

"Sarah... what are you doing?" Yukiko asked. There wasn't a hint of anger in 
her voice... just concern.

"Yukiko... I... I'm sorry, I..." Sarah said sleepily. She sat up, revealing 
the clothes she was wearing.

Yukiko was clearly confused, but reacted simply by looking right into Sarah's 
eyes. "What happened?"

Sarah looked back at Yukiko. She saw her best friend. A person she cared about 
and respected, and who cared about her, who'd been there so much for her in so 
many ways this summer. A person she'd been lying to for months, just like 
everyone else. No more.

It all came out. How she'd wanted her internship so badly. How Kierra had 
planted the idea of becoming a nudist and how she'd talked herself into it. 
She talked about everything she'd experienced since then: every embarrassment, 
every humiliation. She confessed to Yukiko how it made her sexually excited. 
How guilty she felt, thinking about nudists who'd been discriminated against 
in negative ways. How she'd felt so alone, so unable to relate to other 
nudists she'd met, and how she hated lying to everyone, and how the constant 
bottling of those emotions ate away at her. How confused she was, trying to 
deal with such contradictory emotions and feelings about nudism and about 
herself. And she told her about Kierra, how it was like high school all over 
again with her - how she'd been tormented, embarrassed and humiliated for so 
many weeks.

Through it all, Yukiko listened. She offered comfort and support, but mostly 
she just listened. Sarah needed to talk right now, and Yukiko let her go on as 
long as she needed, simply taking it all in.

Finally Sarah got to what had happened that afternoon and started to cry anew, 
burying her head in Yukiko's busom. "... I'm just not a real nudist. I never 
have been. I..." she trailed off.

"Sarah..." Yukiko said.

Sarah kept sobbing, losing control.

"Sarah..." Yukiko tried again, but to no better effect. Sarah showed no signs 
of regaining control of herself.

"SARAH!" Yukiko yelled.

Finally Sarah heeded her roommate, bringing her tears under control and 
looking up at Yukiko.

"Of course you're a nudist."

"Yukiko, I - "

"Let me finish. I kind of figured, in the beginning, that you weren't naked 
out of some burning desire to be that way, at least not a conscious one. But 
you've been walking around naked for what - almost four months now? You've 
death with the same difficulties as anyone else carrying one of those cards. 
More, by the sounds of it. Of course you're real, as real as any of the rest 
of them. What else do you think you have to do to be a nudist?"

Sarah blinked. She wasn't sure what to say; she wasn't sure what she'd 
expected Yukiko to say. But she was surprised by what was being said.

Yukiko continued. "Sarah... for all this time, I've admired you for your 
bravery. Every day, you've faced this thing that's been so difficult for you. 
So many other people wouldn't have. Look at yourself: don't you see your 
strength? Your courage? Because I look at you and that's almost all I see."

Sarah sniffled, still finding no words to respond. Yukiko's words were hitting 
home though. Sarah had never seen herself that way before, but somehow Yukiko 
was showing it to her.

"You're a wonderful girl, capable of amazing things. You decided to be a 
nudist. Maybe you don't want that anymore... that's something you have to look 
into your heart and really decide. But don't give it up just because you think 
you can't do it anymore, because I know you can do anything," Yukiko told her.

"But I couldn't. I broke today," Sarah said. She felt ashamed... but this 
time, for letting Yukiko down, because she was afraid she wasn't the girl 
Yukiko thought she was. That bothered her more than she ever would have 
thought.

"No," Yukiko said, her voice becoming hardly a whisper. "Because you have 
someone here who'll help you get back together again."

Sarah did look into her heart, and she made a decision. But it wasn't one that 
she ever could have predicted. She leaned forward and kissed Yukiko. It was 
only a light kiss, little more than a peck. But the message was unmistakable.

No more words were spoken between the two girls; none needed to be. Sarah 
looked into Yukiko's eyes and slowly peeled off the T-shirt she was wearing, 
letting her breasts bounce free once again. The sweatpants joined it on the 
floor seconds later, and then she kissed Yukiko again - this time longer, and 
deeper. Yukiko responded by slipping her tongue into Sarah's mouth.

Making love to another girl was a completely new experience for Sarah, but 
with Yukiko it just came naturally. It felt unbelievably wonderful - tender, 
yet forceful. Sophisticated, yet primal. The things that she found herself 
doing, and having done to her, with a tongue and fingers were simply amazing; 
it was a pleasure unparalleled by any of the boys she'd ever been with.

Sarah knew it was love; and with that on her side, she could face anything. 

 

Chapter 21
Tue Dec 18, 2007 
23:1569.248.207.156

Sarah woke up to smell of pancakes. She reached over but realized Yukiko 
wasn't there. Had it all been a dream?

No... she was in Yukiko's bed, she realized. Last night had really happened. 
Sarah spent several minutes just laying there. She felt comfortable, safe, 
good.

The sun shone brightly through the window, falling on her skin and filling her 
with a pleasant warmth. The clock on the nightstand read 10:30. She was late 
for work... but that seemed strangely unimportant. She rolled over and put her 
bare feet on the ground, taking a minute to squeeze the carpet with her toes 
before standing up.

She followed the smell of pancakes out to the kitchen, where she found a naked 
Yukiko cooking them.

"Morning lover," Yukiko said, smiling. "I hope you don't mind, I called in 
sick for you this morning. I just didn't have the heart to wake you, you 
seemed to peaceful..."

"Thanks," Sarah said. "For... everything."

Yukiko smiled, and came over to kiss Sarah's cheek before putting a plate of 
pancakes down on the table. "Breakfast is ready."

Sarah dove in, realizing how hungry she was. She'd almost finished it before 
Yukiko even had a chance to sit down.

"Hungry today?" Yukiko asked.

"Yeah. But I've never felt better," Sarah answered. It was the truth.

"But..." Yukiko responded.

How does she know me better than I know myself? Sarah asked herself. "Last 
night was so wonderful, but... I'm not... at least I never thought I was... am 
I gay now too?" Sarah said. "I have no idea who I am anymore."

"That's easy," Yukiko said, reaching across the table to rest her hand on 
Sarah's ac. "You're Sarah Mariano. You're true to yourself, not to a label - 
labels don't make you who you are, they don't define you. Or me. Gay, nudist, 
or not - we're all just individuals, living our lives as best we can. You're 
Sarah Mariano, and I love you for being you and no one else."

Sarah smiled warmly. "I love you too... I'm just sorry it took so long to 
figure that out."

Yukiko smiled back. "This is new for me too, you know. You're not like any 
other girl I've ever known Sarah."

Sarah smiled throughout the rest of breakfast. She did wonder how she could 
have been oblivious to this for so long; in retrospect, it seemed she'd been 
in love with Yukiko forever.

Yukiko stood when she finished her pancakes. "I also ran one other errand 
while you were still sleeping this morning..." she announced.

"Oh?" Sarah asked.

Yukiko placed a small card on the table in front of Sarah. She recognized it 
immediately as a lifestyle registration card for nudists. It looked just like 
her own, except the name was different: Yukiko Ling.

"I never want you to feel alone again, Sarah," she said.

Sarah jumped up and grabbed Yukiko, mashing their bare breasts together as she 
squeezed her new girlfriend in a tight hug. "Thank you," she said. "You didn't 
have to though."

"I wanted to, for you. And besides... I've found I rather like being naked," 
Yukiko blushed a little at the admission, prompting Sarah to kiss her again.

The two girls cleaned up breakfast and then went about bagging Yukiko's 
clothes for donation. Sarah recalled giving up her own clothes just a few 
months ago... but this time, it felt like something was being gained rather 
than lost. It didn't take too long; Yukiko's whole wardrobe fit into only two 
bags.

"Shall we get rid of these?" Yukiko asked, picking up a bag and motioning at 
the door.

Sarah had almost forgotten that there was a whole world outside, and that 
they'd both have to be naked in it now. Thinking about it still sent a small 
pang of fear through her, but it was quickly fought back by a newfound sense 
of confidence. "Let's," she agreed.

Sarah felt like a new woman as she stepped outside her building into the 
bright warm sun with Yukiko by her side, neither of them wearing a stitch of 
clothing. A buxom, naked blond and an equally naked petite Asian girl together 
was literally enough to stop traffic as they walked down the block.

Sarah was still very conscious of the stares and attention they attracted. 
Countless onlookers ogled the naked girls walking down through the city. But 
Sarah was able to combat her embarrassment with the new image she had of 
herself, the one Yukiko had shown her last night. She was strong. She was 
confident. Even better, she felt that way because she was out in public naked, 
not in spite of it. It still wasn't easy, but she faced it, and that was 
something she could take pride in.

They found a drop box for the clothes and got rid of them unceremoniously. 
They simply weren't anything that Sarah felt she needed anymore; and she 
suspected that Yukiko felt the same way.

"So, we have the rest of the day to ourselves: what now?" Sarah asked, after 
giving Yukiko another kiss.

"That's easy," Yukiko answered. "Ice cream!"

Sarah laughed, then took Yukiko's hand and walked with her to the park, where 
they found an ice cream stand. If it was a truism that a naked girl attracted 
attention wherever she went, then it was an iron law of nature that the whole 
world would revolve around two of them together. They'd acquired a small 
audience simply ordering ice cream together, and it only got bigger when they 
began licking each other's cones.

Neither girl paid any heed to the attention though; they were only focused on 
each other and their ice cream - which hit the spot perfectly on this warm 
August day. They wandered aimlessly through the park until their ice cream had 
vanished, occasionally giving an extra shake or lesbian tease for their 
onlookers, which the girls simply giggled about.

When the ice cream was finished, Sarah turned to give Yukiko a sensual hug. 
"I'm already having the best day of my life," she told Yukiko. "I never 
thought that would happen while I was naked. Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for, I'm not responsible," Yukiko reassured her. 
"This has been in you all along. But you know there's one more thing you have 
to do out here today."

Sarah sighed. "I know..."

Yukiko spun Sarah around and wrapped her arms around her, displaying Sarah's 
body to a passing jogger, who nearly tripped while staring. Yukiko began 
kissing the nape of Sarah's neck, her hands gently caressing Sarah's body. 
"Look at everyone who can see you, staring at you naked," Yukiko said. "You're 
so exposed to them, their eyes. You know it turns you on."

"Yessss..." was all Sarah could manage to say. The situation was hot enough, 
and Yukiko was making it hotter.

"Let yourself respond to it. Let go of your fears..."

"mmm..." Sarah said. Her heart was pounding. She was filled with that all too 
familiar anxiety, the feeling of self consciousness that came with being so 
open and exposed in public. The same feelings surged through her that she'd 
felt yesterday in the office in front of Barb and Kierra. But this time, it 
was different. Sarah was different.

Sarah's hands drifted between her legs... she was so wet already. But now she 
didn't try to hide it. It was shameful... but it was hot. She blushed... but 
she was also turned on. Her finger began to rub her clit. She gasped.

Yukiko stepped back, and moved to watch her girlfriend from a distance. Sarah 
understood - she had to do this on her own. She had to be comfortable with 
this most intimate of acts being public. Feelings of humiliation still bubbled 
up... but so to did more primal feelings.

People were looking, but so what? It was her body, she was proud of it. They 
weren't seeing anything more than they'd seen already. It turned her on... 
there was nothing wrong with that... they looked, she liked the looks. It was 
embarrassing, but there was no reason for it to be. It was just her, Sarah, 
doing what came naturally, and they were free to look or not.

Sarah felt weak in her knees, and at down on the cool grass, leaning back with 
her legs spread wide. She lost track of who might be watching; by now she 
simply didn't care. The pleasure was overtaking her, and the sensations were 
amazing - she let her fingers do whatever felt good. The sensations of the 
grass on her naked back and sun on her naked front mixed in with everything 
else, making it even better. Soon, an orgasm ripped through her. She lay there 
panting, sweating, reveling. Naked. In public.

Yukiko came back and sat beside her, stroking Sarah's cheek as she relaxed in 
the afterglow.

"That... was... awesome..." Sarah said.

Yukiko kissed her. Sarah grabbed her. They made love right there in the grass, 
in the middle of the park. Plenty of people watched. 

Chapter 22
Tue Dec 18, 2007 23:1669.248.207.156

Sarah sat in the office lobby looking over the new issue of Time magazine, 
which had just been released that morning. There was a picture of her on the 
cover, leaning against a building and smiling, naked from head to toe. She 
thought they'd Photoshopped it a little too much, giving her skin a plastic 
look, but overall it was a good picture. "For months, Sarah Mariano has let 
the world see her naked," the caption read, "Now the girl who brought down 
S-mart bares all."

On page 48, the article began with a full page photo taken while she was in 
the middle of her orgasm. "Sarah talks about civil rights, her testimony, and 
all things naked" read the subtitle. She smiled. It was unbelievable seeing 
herself like that; she thought she looked ridiculous. But she could see why 
they chose it.

The article itself wasn't bad. It was a fluff piece, to be sure - the actual 
details of the law suit or its fallout only got minimal mention. The article 
painted a pretty flattering picture of Sarah, which she was happy about. Barb 
told a story of determination and courage, qualities that Sarah hadn't seen in 
herself when she gave that interview, but she recognized now. The girl on the 
cover was naked - but she was also a girl with confidence and strength, who 
was empowered by her nudity. That's the person Sarah had become.

It was only a shame that it had taken so long, now that there wasn't even a 
whole week left before her internship ended and she'd be returning to school. 
But, Tom had all but promised her that there'd be a job waiting for her again 
here next year, and Sarah couldn't say that she didn't get a lot out of her 
internship this summer. A lot more than she ever thought she would.

Kierra got there the same time she usually did, walking into the office with 
an aura of entitlement and bitchiness. Sarah acted like she hadn't been 
waiting for her.

"That's a hell of a spread, nubbly," Kierra said to her moments after 
entering. "Gotta love that that's the way millions of people are gonna know 
you from now on."

Sarah shrugged it off. "They're good pictures," she countered. "I'm just glad 
to get my fifteen minutes - did you actually read the whole article? I can't 
say I really mind people knowing me like that."

Kierra had been miffed the last few days at her inability to get to Sarah 
anymore, but it hadn't stop her from trying. It was only now that Sarah 
realized how petty and small the black girl was. The high school ice queen 
she'd so feared was only able to maintain her status by tearing everyone else 
down. Sarah pitied her.

"Hey Fleur," Kierra said, walking up to her friend at the receptionist's desk. 
"Did you see how famous our Nubbly is?"

Fleur just stared at Kierra with a deeply confused look. It was all Sarah 
could do not to laugh. "Kierra..." Fleur began, but seemed unable to express 
whatever was on her mind.

To be sure, that was the reaction of most everyone else in the room too. 
Everyone kept an eye on Kierra, with looks of surprise, confusion, and 
curiosity. They'd all gotten the notice in their inboxes this morning; it was 
clear that Kierra hadn't checked hers yet though.

"What?" Kierra said, oblivious to the looks of the rest of the room and 
clearly annoyed with Fleur.

"Well, why on Earth did you... and why aren't you... we were expecting..."

"Um, Kierra," Seth Robinson interrupted. Seth was relatively new; he'd been 
hired a few weeks ago as the new head of human resources, but he already had a 
reputation as a strong law and order type who and a stickler for the rules. 
"We have to enforce your lifestyle in the office, you know."

"Huh?" Kierra answered, clearly without a clue as to what was happening. Sarah 
lifted the magazine over her mouth to hide her smile.

"The registration notice came through this morning," Seth explained in a dry 
tone. He opened a manila folder, showing Kierra the document held within. A 
look of horror crossed Kierra's face.

"We all got the email this morning, Kierra... " Fleur said quietly. "That 
there'd be a new nudist in the office."

"But I didn't," Kierra said meekly, staring at the form. "It's impossible. A 
mistake. I didn't register!"

Seth looked at her. "Well, that's not what the Federal Bureau of Lifestyles 
seems to think. If it's indeed a mistake I'm sure you can have it corrected, 
but in the meantime you're legally a nudist, and as your employer Matthew's 
and Grant is obliged to accommodate and protect your lifestyle choice. Now, if 
you'll please remove your clothes."

Kierra stood shocked, and made no move to undress.

Seth added, "Kierra, if you don't, I'm going to have to call the police. A 
nudist employee wearing clothes is a liability we don't need."

Kierra had that deer in headlights look, but the threat of being arrested 
seemed to motivate her to action. Trembling, Kierra began to undo the buttons 
of her blouse, and slowly took it off. Seth picked up the garment after it 
landed on the floor. "All of them, please," he said.

Kierra undid her skirt next, unzipping it and then letting it fall to the 
floor, leaving her in just stockings and underwear.

Sarah knew exactly what was going through Kierra's head right now. She felt 
empathy for Kierra, but it's true what they say about revenge. Maybe that made 
her evil, but at the moment Sarah felt no moral qualms and thought it couldn't 
have happened to a more deserving person.

This whole thing had been Yukiko's idea. Sarah had objected initially - it 
seemed wrong, and possibly illegal... but given what a bitch Kierra was, it 
really hadn't taken much convincing to try. Sarah justified it by giving 
Kierra a chance to save herself. The plan did require getting Kierra's 
signature, after all. It turned out, Kierra barely glanced at the paper when 
Sarah said she needed her signature, nor did she ask for specifics about what 
it was. She did, however, use the opportunity to parade Sarah around the 
office and have her bend over in front of some new clients. In Sarah's mind, 
Kierra sealed her own fate.

Kierra fumbled with her bra clasp, but finally managed to undo it. A moment 
later, and she was exposing her ample chocolate colored D cups, capped by big 
dark nipples. Kierra crossed her arm across them in a lame attempt to maintain 
modesty. Sarah giggled to herself - she knew how fast Kierra would learn that 
such modesty would be impossible to hold on to.

With her other arm, Kierra slid her matching white thong down. It hadn't been 
covering much, but now it covered nothing as it lay on the floor. Sarah had a 
good view of Kierra's shaved pussy lips, which had just a little bit of pink 
showing through - all the more visible because of the stark contrast against 
her dark skin. Sarah was surprised to see a piercing through her left lip. She 
wouldn't have pegged Kierra for the type.

In a movement made awkward because Kierra tried to cover as much of herself as 
possible with her hands, Kierra stepped out of her heels and removed her thigh 
high stockings. And thus Sarah's worst enemy and tormentor stood stripped and 
humiliated in the middle of their workplace.

Seth collected the rest of her clothes and walked off with them, leaving 
Kierra standing stark naked in the middle of the lobby. For once, no one was 
looking at Sarah... all eyes were on the new office nudist, who was standing 
embarrassed and in a little bit of shock. Sarah couldn't help it, she laughed.

The noise seemed to grab Kierra's attention, and the shock was instantly 
replaced by anger and rage. "You! Somehow, you did this. Nubbly, you're so 
gonna pay..."

Kierra lunged for Sarah. Sarah was ready for her though, as soon as Kierra got 
close enough she reached out and grabbed the black girl's exposed nipple, and 
twisted it hard. This stopped Kierra in her tracks, her knees buckled and she 
yelped in pain, feebly striking at Sarah's arm to release her grip.

Sarah held the nipple for a moment, contemplating the change of fortunes. 
Naked, Kierra looked helpless, small, vulnerable, and weak, incapable of 
tormenting or humiliating anyone. Sarah felt no fear of her anymore. She 
released her pinch, leaving Kierra shocked and rubbing her sore nipple.

"My name," she said to Kierra using a slow, deliberate tone as she looked her 
former nemesis in the eye, "is Sarah." 

Epilogue - 20 Years Later
Tue Dec 18, 2007 23:1769.248.207.156

Sarah walked down the steps of the Supreme Court, having just argued her third 
case before the nine judges on behalf of the ACLU. Not bad for someone who 
hadn't even hit forty yet.

An early may heat wave had finally broken today, giving way to an almost 
picture perfect 70 degree day. The slight breeze felt great on Sarah's 
breasts, teasing her nipples ever so slightly. In short, it was a great day to 
be naked. Despite having been that way for the better part of two decades now, 
she still found that she could appreciate the myriad of sensations that came 
from having bare skin. She was happy it was still exposed she'd worked hard to 
take care of her body over the years. No one would mistake her for a teenager 
anymore, but she was frequently mistaken for someone ten years younger. 
Regular diet, exercise, and good genes meant that people still loved to look 
and she still loved to show.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and was about to hail a taxi, when she 
was stopped by a young girl. "You're Sarah Mariano, aren't you?"

Sarah looked at the girl who'd stopped her. She was perhaps 18, with bright 
red hair and wearing big red sunglasses, flip flops, and nothing else, save 
for two nipple rings on her small breasts and a tattoo on her ankle.

The girl smiled. "I'm Amy Smith. Not that that would mean anything, but, I 
just spotted you here and I figured you must be Sarah and well... I wanted to 
say how much I admire you. And, well, could I maybe get your autograph?"

Sarah laughed. "Tell you what - I don't have a pen on me, but it's a nice day 
- how about we go for a walk instead?"

Amy beamed, nodding her head. Together, the naked woman and the naked girl 
walked around the capitol building and down the national mall. It was about 
three miles back to Sarah's office at the ACLU, but she was in no particular 
rush. Amy talked fast and excitedly as they went, telling Sarah how much she'd 
inspired her and how much of a role model Sarah had been to her. Sarah still 
blushed at hearing all that - despite her status as a mini-celebrity in 
certain circles, she still didn't think of herself as famous, let alone a role 
model. It turned out Amy was a freshman law student at GWU, and had become a 
nudist on her 18th birthday largely because that's what Sarah was.

"Of course," Amy was quick to add. "I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think 
it was right for me. It's important to be true to yourself, I know. But I read 
that article you wrote in The Nakedist, and I just realized, yeah, that was 
me."

Sarah grinned. As time had gone on she'd become somewhat of an evangelist for 
the nudist lifestyle, owing mostly to the positive impact it had had on her 
own life. She didn't think she'd have come this far in life if she hadn't been 
challenged by being naked, which is what she'd written about in that article. 
"How are you liking it?" she asked Amy.

"It's been a big adjustment - it's still embarrassing, sometimes. I'm not 
nearly as confident as you are," Amy confessed, looking sheepish. However, she 
quickly added: "But mostly it's been amazing."

Amy went on to ask Sarah all about her work and her experiences. She had an 
impressive knowledge of Sarah's career, from her brief stint as a public 
defender to her practice in New York and current work as a civil rights 
attorney with the ACLU, and she even asked about the S-Mart discrimination 
case from back when she was just an intern at Matthews and Grant, hardly older 
than Amy herself. Amy was clearly a smart girl with a lot of passion, and 
impressed Sarah a lot as they talked. She was especially keen on the case that 
Sarah had just argued, relating to a high school student's right to join 
lifestyle-related student groups without parental consent. It had become an 
issue when some evangelical parents sued a school for allowing their daughter 
to join a polyamory group on campus. Parents, Sarah had argued, had a right to 
influence the lifestyle decisions of their offspring, but students had the 
right to learn about and associate with people who lived differently, and that 
schools had a mandate to be neutral towards all student groups and their 
membership.

Sarah noticed Amy's shy mannerisms as they walked and gathered all the ogles 
and stares one would expect two naked women to attract. Sarah felt a little 
bit of pride about them; she liked knowing she could still turn heads, and she 
enjoyed the attention more than a little bit. Amy still showed self 
consciousness as she walked with Sarah, though she thought the younger girl 
was handling herself quite well.

"So where are you from, Amy?" Sarah asked, as they passed by the White House 
and began walking up Connecticut Ave.

"Wisconsin. I'll be going back in a few days, after finals."

Amy told her about growing up in a small town, how she'd become passionate 
about civil rights after seeing first hand how some people could be treated. 
"I haven't been back since becoming a nudist, actually," she confessed.

The conversation continued right into Sarah's office. There they were greeted 
by Yukiko, who'd been camped out there waiting for Sarah. Naked save for her 
wedding ring and the laptop on her lap, Sarah was still smitten by her beauty 
after almost twenty years of being together.

"Hey lover, how'd it go?" Yukiko asked with a warm smile.

"Good, I think we'll win this one," Sarah answered. "Amy, this is Yukiko. 
Yukiko, Amy."

"How do you do?" Yukiko asked.

"Really, great, thanks! I love your blog, and your last book was great," Amy 
said.

"Amy, tell you what, my main office is in New York City. I could use a summer 
intern. Would you be interested?"

"Really?" Amy was ecstatic. "That would be awesome - thank you!"

Sarah gave Amy a business card. "I have to catch a train in a bit, but why 
don't you give me a call later and we'll work out the details?"

"Thanks, I will!" Amy was unable to hide her enthusiasm - Sarah was surprised 
she didn't do cartwheels out of the small office.

"So who was that?" Yukiko asked.

"Me, about twenty years ago," Sarah answered. She gave Yukiko a kiss before 
gathering up some papers to bring back to New York with her. As she did, Sarah 
noticed the framed Time magazine cover hanging behind the desk, with her naked 
on the cover. It had been a present from one of the ACLU staffers when she'd 
been given this office last year. Sarah thought about the girl smiling in that 
photo. She'd grown so much since that day. When that photo was taken, she was 
embarrassed and unsure of herself, craving the normalcy of clothes. That first 
summer had been so difficult for her, but now she wouldn't trade that 
experience for that world.

Because that's how Sarah became a nudist... and there was no other way she'd 
want to be.