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 �>�Kimmy by not a politician

   At the start of the summer break, Kimmy and her mom had just moved, into
a small town where her mom had just landed a new job.  Their finances still
stretched from the time prior, they had rented a small, cheap house a bit
out of town, an old building that started life as a guest house to the
larger farm house the landlady, now herself old enough to be a grandmother,
was still living.

   She was actually related to Kimmy and her mom in some way that Kimmy
found too complicated to remember.  However, the relation was apparently
not so close that Kimmy's mom would ask for a rent-free arrangement, and
Kimmy herself knew the older woman so little that she simply referred to
her as "the landlady".

   At 16, Kimmy was old enough to drive according to that state's laws, but
not yet rich enough to own a car.  They were hoping to be able to fix that
by the end of the summer, to make it easier for her to get to school.

   In order to be eligible for the family health insurance package that
came with the job, Kimmy had to have a check-up done.  The landlady had
volunteered to drive her, actually somewhat happy to help them out a bit
and thereby be involved, and it transpired that she had rented out to liven
the place up a bit just as much as for the extra income.

   With school barely out for the summer, Kimmy had not yet developed any
sleeping-in habits, so she and her mom were both at the breakfast table
just before mom had to leave for work.  Kimmy was dressed in one of the
large T-shirts that she habitually used as sleepwear for as long as she
could remember.  She was not wearing the made-to-look-like-animals house
shoes that had been part of her home attire for years, as she was at a age
where she felt she had outgrown such things and the warmer climate compared
to where they used to live meant she no longer had that excuse, either.

   Her mom had long since instilled into her that fresh panties had to be
worn after the morning shower, and to be put straight into the hamper when
undressing in the evening.  Putting on fresh panties just for the night and
thereby increasing the amount of laundry and the risk of running out of
underwear simply wasn't worth it.  Therefore, the T-shirt, which she had
since she was smaller and only just covered her butt, was currently the
only thing she wore.

   "Now remember to get ready in time and be nice to the landlady when she
drives you", her mom reminded her just before leaving for work.

   Kimmy, however, felt no need to rush things and dawdled about with all
sorts of idle occupations, as a girl her age is wont to do during the
summer break, before she finally decided it was time to get ready. 
Throwing her T-shirt onto the bed, she went towards the bathroom and then
into the shower stall.  Only to find that the shower was not working.

   A noise of disgust came from Kimmy's nose, but after some impatient
turning of the knobs, she gave up for good.  Then, her face brightened
again as she remembered something she saw outside, behind the house.  She
went outside through the back door, which led to some kind of patio, an
indeed found what she could confirm to be an outside shower contraption
with a rainwater tank.  She climbed the superstructure until she could see
into the tank and found it to be filled.

   Happy with her achievement, she quickly ran back to the bathroom to get
her shower gel and shampoo and went to have a proper shower on the patio.
However, being used to simply take a towel from the supply she and her mom
always kept in the bathroom, she had neglected to take one along.  Cursing
her lack of foresight, the dripping teenager made to get to the bathroom
once more.

   But just as she entered the house through the patio door, the room was
also entered from the other side, by the landlady.  Kimmy took a moment to
notice her and another to overcome being frozen with shock.  The landlady,
on the other hand, seemed not only unfazed, but apparently did not consider
the situation to be noteworthy.

   "I always preferred the outdoor shower myself, when I was a small girl.
Of course, I used the one by the main house", she said with a smile.

   At this point it became relevant that the women in Kimmy's family had
always been on the short, small-breasted side, and were late bloomers to
boot.  Corroborating this, she shaved her pubic hair, grateful that the
current fashion for this allowed her to hide how sparsely it still grew.

   Even with all these factors, any comparison with an actual child would
immediately have set any misconception about her age straight, but such was
not available, and the old landlady was looking at her from a point in life
where a few years of age difference hardly seemed to matter anyway.

   "Hello.  Umm, I need to get a towel", the still-dripping Kimmy finally
said after some hours-long seconds.

   "I used to forget about towels too", was the reply, in a tone of voice
obviously meant to console.  Which might have actually destroyed the
consoling effect, but Kimmy was too busy running to the bathroom to care
either way.

   When she was barely finished drying herself, the landlady barged into
the bathroom, tossing Kimmy the T-shirt she discarded earlier.

   "I got the dress lying on your bed, hurry up and get into your shoes, I
don't want to have to race the car through town." When she said "shoes",
she pointed to some rubber-soled sandals of the kind people wear to and
from showers.

   "But those are not proper shoes and...", but before she could elaborate
about the shirt not being a dress either, Kimmy was cut off:

   "Sandals are good when you visit the doctor since they are easy to slip
off, now hurry up, dear", the landlady explained in a friendly, yet
no-nonsense tone.

   This shut Kimmy up, and she stepped into the sandals while pulling the
shirt-turned-dress over her head.  While she followed the older woman to
her car, Kimmy noticed that "ease of slipping off" must have also prompted
the landlady to not give her any panties.

   During the drive, the rather slow speed the landlady was driving at
explained why she had found it necessary to arrive so early.  Kimmy quickly
got bored and started to bump the backs of her sandals against the car
seat, until they finally slipped off.

   "You can keep them off if you like", the older woman immediately and
rather suddenly answered.  Kimmy, feeling caught, did not reply, instead
simply kept the sandals off.  She also managed to fall even more silent
than before, even though she had not spoken in the car at all.

   "you can call me Granny Johnson, or just Granny, if you like", the
landlady finally said, attempting to break the ice.  Kimmy nodded
acceptance, not really seeing any other option.

   Granny drove on, attributing Kimmy's silence to the upcoming medical
examination.  Eventually, she pulled up the car in front of the doctor's
office.  She also insisted to come inside alongside Kimmy, since she had to
drive her back, anyway.

   After reporting in at the receptionist's desk, they were directed to an
examination room.  Granny followed inside as if it where a matter of
course.

   "Umm, I don't think you're supposed...", Kimmy began

   "Don't worry, I'll be right out, just slip out of your dress and shoes"

   "I don't think I should already..."

   "Nonsense, don't make it more complicated than it needs to be."

   "But..."

   "Silly girl", Granny said good-naturedly, and simply pulled the "dress",
also known as Kimmy's old sleep shirt, over the girl's head and off her
body.

   Kimmy did not react except by raising her arms to allow it to happen. 
Granny had been nice and pleasant all the time, and there was no doubt in
Kimmy's mind that she meant no harm at all.  Besides, it wasn't as if she
had not seen Kimmy naked, or thought anything about Kimmy's nudity.

   "I guess you're right, you know the doctor", Kimmy assumed, giving in
and slipping off the sandals as well.

   Granny folded the T-shirt over her arm and held the sandals in her hand.
"I'll hold on to these so they don't get lost while they do their
examinations", she said as the doctor finally arrived in the room, and made
off to the waiting area.

   The doctor was male and judging by his appearance, approaching
retirement age.  Kimmy found her face turning red as embarrassment washed
over her.  Worse yet, she realized that the doctor must know her real age.

   "It's a bit unusual to be undressed right from the start", he said,
being very professional in his demeanour.

   "G-Granny said it'll be quicker like this...", Kimmy finally managed to
say after a second that felt like hours.

   "Oh, that's right, you came with Annabelle Johnson.  I remember she was
the same with her own children.  And before that, during her own childhood.
I still remember when we were kids ourselves, swimming at the lake."

   The doctor conducted a medical interview, with a naked Kimmy sitting on
the other end of his desk.  When it was done, he asked her to move over to
the examination area.  "Normally, this would be the point where you'd
undress", he remarked, making Kimmy blush all new shades of red as she was
reminded of her nudity and its unusualness.  She was acutely aware of her
body's exposure as the doctor performed all the routine tests and
examinations that went with a checkup.

   When this part was over, she was led into an adjacent room by one of the
doctor's assistants, where she was weighed and measured.  The assistant,
younger than Granny and the doctor but soundly middle-aged herself,
commented on how the measurements where so much more accurate with Kimmy
totally naked, ad praised her for not yet being squeamish about her body.
She mistook Kimmy's blush as being due to having received praise.

   Finally, the assistant took a blood sample and gave Kimmy a plastic cup,
explaining it to be for the urine sample.  She was to fill it in the
bathroom and put it in front of the lab's hatch.  Kimmy gulped as the
assistant went on to explain that the bathroom and lab where at the other
end of the corridor.

   Almost as an afterthought, Kimmy was also told that she could get
dressed again.  Only too aware that this would require getting her T-shirt
back from Granny first, she padded along the corridor on her bare feet and
with her bare everything else, too.

   As she was about to pass the waiting room, she paused to cautiously peer
in.  There were only Granny and one other person, about Granny's age, and
in conversation with her.  Still, that was one "other person" too many for
Kimmy's tastes, and she made to walk past the waiting room.

   "Oh, come on in for a second, dear", she heard to her shock as she
walked past the wide open door.  She stopped only briefly and almost would
have kept walking, but the request was repeated, so she had no other choice
but to enter.

   "We were just talking about you, dear.  Please come closer so Dolores
can have a good look at you." Kimmy was taken aback, but realized that it
was only phrased in a way that sounded unfortunate to her, and proceeded to
walk up and shake the other person's, now known to be named Dolores, hand.
Still, she wondered how this was already the second, no, with the doctor
and the assistant, fourth, person that day to see her naked as a first
impression.

   "The assistant said I could get dressed again", she tried.

   "It'll be awkward trying to hold up the dress", Granny replied, pointing
at the plastic cup in Kimmy's hand.  "Better wait till you're properly
finished.

   Foiled yet again, Kimmy hurried to the bathroom to get things over with,
and after filling the cup and placing it at the hatch, headed straight to
the waiting room, where the luxurious coverage of a T-shirt awaited.

   However, she ran straight into the assistant from earlier.  "Ah,
should've known that a Johnson girl wouldn't waste time to get dressed in
the middle of things", she said.  Kimmy considered this a bit odd, since
she must have known her last name was not Johnson, despite the relation. 
"Well, now we only need to do the eye exam, and then you're good to go!"

   And so, with her bare behind on the seat while she read the numbers and
letters, she wondered how many people ever had taken an eye exam in the
nude. 

   Having passed her eye exam, she literally rushed to the waiting room to
grab her T-shirt.  Pulling it over her head had never felt so good, and for
the first time in hours, she felt properly covered.

   The drive back home, due to Granny's trademark slow and safe driving
style, was as boring as the drive to the doctor's, and once again, Kimmy
began unthinkingly to bump her feet against the car seat, and sure enough,
her sandals came off.  But she just mentally shrugged, since they were
annoying to walk in anyway and she wouldn't need them back on the farm
premises.

   "You held up really well today", Granny suddenly said at some point in
the voyage, "and I'm glad you didn't fuss about with one of those silly
paper gowns."

   Kimmy paled, only now realizing the odd absence of said gowns, or any
mention of them, in the day's events.

   ------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Granny invited Kimmy over for coffee and cake when they got back, and
Kimmy accepted, leaving the awkward sandals in the car as she went into the
big old-fashioned farmhouse.  Over coffee, they told each other a lot about
themselves, and Kimmy learned enough to understand why nobody at the
doctor's office would mention paper gowns to a Johnson girl appearing to an
exam in the buff.

   Later, in the evening, Kimmy reported the gist of the day's events to
her mother over dinner.  Mom surprised Kimmy by agreeing with a lot of
Granny's views, "at least when living in a small town", and suggested to
listen to her whenever she suggested that it was OK for Kimmy to go about
with little or no clothing in a given situation.

   Now, Mom ad Granny both were nice people and would never force her
against her clear will, much less do anything to her obvious detriment, but
it would be hard for Kimmy to speak up against the inner moral pressure her
mom had just created



   Kimmy part 2

   After having talked with her mom about her day, Kimmy decided to have
her evening shower.  She went to throw the T-shirt onto her bed, much like
she had done earlier, and went to the bathroom naked, exactly like she had
done earlier.  Where the shower was not working, also exactly like it had
done earlier.  Damn, how could she have forgotten.

   Silently berating herself for her oversight, she yelled a "Mom, the
shower's not working!" in the addressees general direction, and went to get
a bucket, in order to fill it with water and enable herself to shower on
the patio like she did earlier.

   Her mom watched with amusement as her completely naked daughter carried
a bucket towards the patio door, not seeming to notice she was sitting on
the couch, even though that's where she had been sitting while they had
talked, not long ago.

   When she saw Kimmy enter the house again, she finally asked "Whatcha
doing, Kimmy?"

   "I was getting the outside shower ready, am getting my shampoo and towel
now."

   Bits of information from Kimmy's earlier report and Kimmy's more recent
actions suddenly made more sense, but Mom's concern lay elsewhere: "Don't
shower just yet, run over to Granny first and tell her the shower's
broken."

   Kimmy eagerly nodded and was already almost outside the door when she
suddenly remembered that she'd better get properly dressed first.  Running
to her room, she got the T-shirt from her bed and slipped it on, then ran
outside and over to Granny's house.  There, she knocked on the door and was
asked inside.

   "What brings you back over so soon?", Granny asked in her usual friendly
voice, looking pleased as she looked over Kimmy's face, glowing from having
run the path between the houses, her short T-Shirt and her bare feet.

   "Well I was just going to take a shower outside when Mom told me to tell
you that the indoor shower is broken", Kimmy spurted out, still somewhat
catching her breath from the run and without first taking time to gather
her thoughts.

   "I see.  Anything else?"

   "No, just the shower is broken."

   "Then out of curiosity, you were about to take a shower you said, were
you still dressed or did you throw on the dress just for coming over?"

   "I was already naked when I filled up the shower's tank", kimmy replied
honestly.  "Why?"

   "Oh, it's just that out here, you needn't bother to get all dressed up
just to go from one house to the other.  Feel free to come over without
clothes at any time."

   "Oh...", Kimmy began, but then she had a brilliant idea.  By following
what Granny just said, she could heed Mom's advice to "listen to Granny
whenever she suggested that it was OK for Kimmy to go with no clothing"
just often enough and visibly enough to avoid any guilt that her mom or her
own consciousness could cause in the matter.  Plus, in the heat of the
local summer, it seemed like a good option to have, too.  "Umm..., I guess
it is OK then if I take my T...  my dress off and go back naked?"

   "But of course", Granny replied, seeming very pleased with this
response, smiling pleasantly at Kimmy.

   Using the momentum of her boldness, Kimmy simply slipped the T-shirt
over her head, leaving her standing naked in the spacious entrance area. 
Granny stretched out her hand, and handing the T-shirt over for safekeeping
seemed like the natural thing to do.

   Her mission accomplished, the now naked Kimmy ran back to her own house,
where she explained to her surprised mom that this had been suggested by
Granny.  Then she went to take her shower on the patio.  And realized
afterwards that she had forgotten the towel again. 

   Mom forbade her from entering while still dripping, and had her wait
outside while she fetched a towel.  It was quite late now and Kimmy felt
tired from the events of the day, so she went to her room.  Once there, she
could no longer resist the lure of the sheets and crawled under them to
fall asleep immediately.

   --------------------------------------------------

   When Kimmy awoke the next morning, she pulled aside the sheets to reveal
her naked body.  Pausing for a moment, she tried to recall the previous
evening, and realized she had neglected to slip into one of her sleep
shirts.  She mentally shrugged, deciding that sleeping naked had felt nice.
"Besides", she commented out loud with an amused grin, "it would have been
odd to wear more to bed than I did for most of the day".

   Still, she decided that she should not slouch around and get dressed
properly right after breakfast and shower, otherwise Mom and Granny would
probably have her run around in just a sleep shirt for yet another day.

   As she entered the kitchen, she froze as she saw Granny sitting at the
breakfast table with Mom.  She had been caught naked again!  Only when
panic and embarrassment gave way to rational thought did she realize that
both women had already seen her naked and thought nothing of it, and that
her morning routine of having breakfast with her mom would have led to Mom
seeing her naked anyway.

   "Granny came over to look at the indoors shower, but it seems it'll need
to be properly fixed by a plumber, who won't be able to squeeze us in until
next week."

   Kimmy nodded, signalling she understood, and went to fill the patio
shower with the bucket once again.  This time, she managed to remember her
towel, and after drying outside, went to the bathroom to drop it into the
hamper.  But when she wanted to return to her room afterwards, she was
intercepted by the two older women.

   They accompanied Kimmy to her bedroom, and after enlisting the still
naked girl to help, went through every single item in her wardrobe.  Bras,
panties, jeans, tops and shoes and of course her collection of sleep shirts
where taken, evaluated and piled in the room.  When they were done, Granny
was the one to deliver the verdict: "Well, these are all very sensible
school clothes" she said, pointing to several piles containing most of what
had been in the wardrobe, "but there is a lack of suitable summer wear",
she added, pointing to another pile, consisting of her sleep shirts, which
Granny seemed to insist were dresses.

   "Now I realise there is no real need for a young girl to wear anything
during the summer, but it's not good to have only extremes to choose from.
So what we need to do is get you some nicer summer dresses, some shorts,
and some sandals that are a bit prettier than the ones you left in my car."

   Granny seemed to sense the upcoming objections, so she added: "I'm
paying, and Kimmy can do some odd chores for me to repay me over the
summer, and maybe I can even get her small jobs that bring outside money."

   The others, still not financially settled, had to agree that this suited
them well, and both of them chose not to raise any objections.

   Granny wanted to do the shopping right away, even though Mom could not
come since she had to leave for work.  She expressed her trust in Granny's
decisions, however.  Granny headed out for her car and Kimmy followed her,
snatching a T-shirt from the pile as she went.

   Sitting in the car, she finally got a chance to slip the shirt over her
head.  Granny headed for town, and only after a little while did Kimmy
notice something amiss.

   "Granny, where are the sandals?"

   "Oh, I didn't want clutter in my car, so I took them into the house, and
put them to your dress from yesterday."

   "But now I'll have to go barefoot."

   "Oh, don't worry, I know the department store, they won't throw out a
girl your age for being barefoot."

   "Can we go to the shoe department first anyway?"

   "Sure, I don't see why not."

   They kept driving towards the town centre, a repeat of yesterday except
that Kimmy was wearing even less, not having brought any shoes.



   Kimmy part 3

   While the drive continued for far longer that the distance warranted,
according to Kimmy anyway, she picked up the conversation again.

   "I just remembered something: Yesterday, the assistant at the doctor's
mentioned "Johnson girls" and not bothering to get dressed, what's that
about?"

   "Well, when I was a little girl, like you, it was perfectly normal for
kids our age to spend the summer, or any warm day, in just a dress, or just
some shorts for the boys.  That is, when we were not swimming or playing,
which we did completely naked.  I used to really like that, and I was naked
practically all summer.  When I had my own daughters, I allowed them to be
naked in the house at all times, and outside when the weather permitted. 
They took after me and really loved it.  I also tended to dress them in
practical outfits when the occasion called for clothes, usually just a
simple dress."

   Kimmy nodded, her own T-shirt-turned-dress, coupled with the absence of
underwear or shoes giving her a very good idea what Granny's idea of a
practical outfit was.  She listened as the older woman continued:

   "They really loved being naked though.  They never disobeyed when I told
them to get dressed, but they stalled and obviously disliked it.  When not
being directly told what to wear, or to wear anything come to that, they
would err on the side of less clothing and nudity.  So a naked Johnson girl
was occasionally expected to be seen, and it was known to those we had
regular contact with how much they disliked getting dressed, so they were
allowed to be naked in a lot of places you might not expect."

   Comprehension showed on Kimmy's face, but there was still one thing
bothering her:

   "You said "when you were a little girl", what is the actual cutoff
then?"

   "It's when you start looking womanly."

   Given Kimmy's age and look, this of course was a point she needed
clarified: 

   "So, if I were, say, mid-twenty and still looked like a little girl..."

   Granny couldn't help but start laughing.  "Really, you're just like my
girls.  But no, it won't work.  Eventually, you'll develop.  Even if you're
a late bloomer like me, you're somewhat expected to behave like your peers.
There comes an age where you stop being naked around others.  And much
later, you'll want to dress warmly, just like Granny!".  She laughed once
again at her last sentence

   "So you were a late bloomer?"

   "Yes.  Truth be told, if people had not known my age, I could've fooled
the old geezers easily!" Granny winked and held a hand to the side of her
mouth, in a gesture of secrecy: "Actually, several times, I did".

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  From roughly 16 to 18, I would sometimes take the car, when it
was not needed, and drive to the next town.  You have to understand, nobody
from this town ever really went there, they always did everything here or,
failing that, in the city.  So I was basically going to where nobody knew
me.  I'd park somewhere out of sight.  Then I would take everything off,
clothes and jewellery and all, lock it in the car, hide the key and play
naked like I used to, in and around town.  I was never found out."

   Kimmy started thinking.  Did this mean Granny knew the truth?  Was
inviting her to come clean?  Would maybe support her?

   Granny noticed Kimmy thinking about something, and quickly added: "But
you better don't think about that.  Folks are bound to take a closer look
these days".

   So much for coming clean, Kimmy thought, thanking God that Granny was
not among these closer-looking folks.  Still, if she played along through
the summer, she could use attending school as her excuse to "grow up to be
clothed".  Being naked around the house during the summer didn't sound so
bad, after all.

   Noticing that Granny was still looking at her sternly, Kimmy hastened to
blurt out: "I'm not thinking about it!"

   Meanwhile, they had arrived at shop, indeed an old-fashioned department
store.  Kimmy climbed out of the car and followed Granny inside, amusing
herself by comparing the feel of the different floor materials, inside and
outside, against her bare feet while on the way to the shoe department.

   "We need some footwear for my grand-kid", Granny spoke, deliberately
misstating her relation to Kimmy in part due to her feelings for her, in
part just because she did not want to waste time with complicated
explanations.  "she doesn't much like wearing shoes, so we want some light
sandals of varying formality."

   The young salesgirl's voice dropped to a whisper: "OK, but don't let my
colleague see you, the official store policy..."

   She was, however, interrupted by said colleague, a man considerably
older than her: "It's OK, we can make an exception for a Johnson girl. 
Just go ahead."

   "I didn't know you could get exempted..."

   "Well the rule is just so we have something hard and fast to throw
hoodlums out, we are not forced to apply them to harmless, well-behaved
little girls."

   The salesgirl made no further arguments and began showing them their
selection of sandals, then helped Kimmy to try them on.  Finally, they had
settled on three pairs, conforming to the required scale of formality. 
Kimmy then watched dumbfounded as all three pairs were wrapped up and put
into a bag after paying, still leaving her barefoot.

   "Can't I wear one pair out?  Just so you don't have to call in favours
all through the store?", she asked, thinking quickly.

   "Don't worry, I don't need to call favours, they are used to it. 
Besides, they don't allow wearing something out anyway."

   Their next stop was the clothing department, where two older saleswomen
immediately recognized Granny.  Granny greeted them and walked over, but
Kimmy decided to browse the clothes right away.  She was, however, not very
impressed with what she saw.

   After a short time, Granny motioned her over, and they began walking the
aisles and piling up clothing.  Kimmy noticed summer dresses for girls
clearly younger than herself, both in style and regarding the fact that
even being small, these dresses would be short on her.  She also noticed
some short shorts, but no tops to go along with them.  No kind of
underwear, either.

   "About the shorts..."

   "I now I told you about dresses for girls and pants for boys, but that's
a thing of the past.  In fact, these are a bit different than the pants the
boys wore back then, I just think they are practical garments sometimes,
when something loose like a dress won't do.  Now, let's try these clothes
on you."

   To her mild surprise, Kimmy was not led to the changing cabins, but to
some sort of staff room. 

   "OK, here we'll have some peace and quiet, yet you won't have to walk in
and out of a cabin after every garment."

   Kimmy broke into a short, amused smile.  At this point, she had half
expected that she would change right out in the open, but maybe Granny knew
from her earlier days of naked mingling just how far she could go. 
Something about not putting on a show, something that looked staged.

   Still, she would have to undress in front of the two saleswomen.  Oh,
and Granny of course.  But Granny didn't really count, she had seen her
naked all the time.  And the saleswomen were professionals, getting naked
in front of them was really not that different from getting naked before
the doctor's staff yesterday.

   Kimmy considered all these in the short time it took the women to clear
a space in the middle of the room and put the selected clothing down on
appropriate surfaces.  She pulled her T-shirt-dress over her head, handed
it to Granny, and stood naked in the middle of the room.  Each garment was
put on, then Kimmy did a full circle, the older women exchanged opinions on
the look, then Granny decided whether to buy it.

   Only twice was the room entered by other members of staff, both while
she was in between clothes, and both were properly introduced to her,
complete with naked Kimmy doing a handshake.

   Finally they had moved through the whole piles of clothes, and Kimmy
dropped the last shorts and stepped out of them.  They gathered the pile
they were going to take, and Kimmy nearly forgot to put her T-shirt back
on, having already dropped it on the pile instead before she remembered.

   They stored everything in the car, then got in in the front.  The sun
had heated the vehicle up, and Kimmy made a show of being affected by he
heat.

   "Don't worry, you can take a swim in the lake once we're back"

   "There's a lake back at the farm?  You never said!"

   "It's inside that small forest you can see from the house."

   This cheered Kimmy up, but she still felt the heat, fiddling with the
hem of her dress to fan herself throughout the drive, until they finally
pulled up at the farm.

   "Woot, I'll just quickly run inside to grab my swimsuit."

   "Silly girl, you can skinny dip, it's not like you're not naked already
while on the premises."

   With the promise of a refreshing lake as incentive, Kimmy did not need
much persuasion.  Handing her T-shirt to Granny once more, she ran naked
through the woods and jumped into the cool water with a big splash.  And
she had to agree with Granny that skinny dipping felt great.

   ----------------------------------------------------

   In the evening, Kimmy modelled her new wardrobe to her mom, who thought
it was hilarious.  She even encouraged Kimmy to play with her hairstyle and
some hair decorations to enhance the effect, just during the modelling, and
both had a good laugh at how young Kimmy looked if she tried.  But their
overall opinion seemed to be that these clothes were simply no worse than
the T-shirts.

   After yet another shower on the patio, Kimmy went to her bedroom,
casually dropping the towel in the bathroom's hamper on he way.  Looking at
her bed and her naked body, she started thinking again.  Sleeping naked had
been nice, but if she did it again, she'd have to appear naked at breakfast
unless she wanted to waste a clean sleep-shirt just for between waking up
and showering.  Then again, Mom seemed to actively encourage it, so why
not, she thought.

   -------------------------------------------------

   And so, the next morning at the breakfast table, Mom was once again
treated to the sight of her completely naked daughter.  She was still naked
when her mom left for work, but had decided that it was time for some
active wardrobe control, since she found it was getting way too easy to be
naked and Mom's or Granny's every whim.  So with mom at work and Granny
busy at what essentially was the other end of the farm, she started her
"countermeasures".

   She got dressed in a full attire of jeans and T-shirt, sneakers, and a
complete set of undergarments after her patio shower.  This used to be her
idea of a casual attire back before they moved in with Granny.  In fact,
her whole wardrobe used to be based on this basic setup, except what she
wore now was slightly more worn and slightly more comfortable than a set
she would wear, for example, at school.

   In this outfit, she set out to do the first odd job set by Granny the
day before, which was to paint the fence around the main farm house.

   "Go figure, I'm actually painting a fence", her inner monologue went,
"and here I thought that's something that only ever happened in books any
more.  Come to think of that, I wish I had a bunch of dumb kids to pay me
to do my work for me."

   But she hadn't, and the work went slowly in the heat.  Sweating, her
clothing clinging to her uncomfortably, she finally gave up and removed her
sneakers and socks, then her jeans.  After trying some more painting, she
finally ditched the T-shirt, too, working in just her bra and panties.  Yet
even those seemed to be too warm as she worked, the edges cutting into her
skin as she moved, so she finally remove them as well, finishing the
fence-painting in the nude, which was still her state of dress when she
reported her finished work to Granny a bit later.



   Kimmy part 4

   Just after a naked Kimmy had reported the completed work on the fence to
Granny, she in turn was told that Granny had found a paying job for her. 
The gist was that she had to weed out a large garden, which was more than
one day's worth of work at least.  The owner, while actually growing plants
there, didn't have the time to properly tend it due to the requirements of
her work and her household, so the weeds had grown out of control.  The
family's oldest daughter would come to collect Kimmy very soon.

   Kimmy just stood and nodded, quite happy to have found something so
soon, but not happy enough to freak out, and not really knowing what she
could usefully do right then.

   "I'd go and get one of your new shorts, if I were you, you shouldn't go
about in town completely naked, and the shorts should be almost as
practical for work as doing it naked", Granny nudged her with an amused,
good-natured wink.

   Kimmy blushed a bit and ran off, embarrassed at having forgotten such a
simple thing.  In her bedroom, she perused the section holding her old
sleep-shirts along with her new wardrobe, She picked a short-short that
looked like it would be comfortable to wear during garden work.  She also
considered some sandals, but they'd probably get dirt into them, and they
were too new to risk that.

   She then went to fill up the patio shower and use it.  She'd get sweaty
and dirty from the work to come, but she wanted to make a good first
impression nonetheless.

   The shower also refreshed her body and mind on the hot day, and feeling
the air nicely flow all over her freshly-cleaned body, she went to her room
to get dressed in the shorts.  The shorts already in her hands, her look
fell upon her hamper, which she knew held her clothes from earlier,
deposited on a little detour between finishing the fence and reporting to
Granny.  Maybe wear those, just for that first impression, and later switch
back to her shorts since they had proven to be unsuitable to work in?  No,
that would make her look weird, or impractically inclined, or both.

   Firmly resolving that it was best to wear the same clothes from the
get-go, Kimmy headed back outside.  After only a short further wait, a car
pulled up.  To Kimmy's surprise, she knew the driver, it was the young
salesgirl from the shoe department.

   "I asked the staff back at the store and my mom about Johnson girls as
soon as I could, and I heard some really wild stuff", the girl, aged 16
like Kimmy, but unlike her, looking it, said.

   Looking Kimmy over, she grinned and added: "You going to come along like
this?"

   Granny started to say something, but Kimmy was quicker: "Sure, it's a
practical outfit for working in the garden", she said, with a confidence in
her voice that she actually felt, to her own surprise.  Granny smiled
proudly despite having been interrupted, since this was almost exactly what
she herself would have said.

   "You sure?  Not that I'm objecting, but we'll be driving right through
the middle of town and out the other side."

   "We'll just be driving through, it'll be no big deal", Kimmy answered,
who had considered this part so far, but believed what she said based on
the fact they'd be moving through fast enough.

   They both climbed into the car, waved to Granny and drove off.

   "My name is Lisa", the person formerly known as salesgirl began, "and
I'm sorry if I gave any offence yesterday, I just wanted to keep you out of
trouble".

   "I'm Kimmy, and don't worry, you've been nice."

   "so, you always go around in short dresses or just shorts?"

   "No, on the farm I'm usually naked", Kimmy could not help blurting out.

   "Amazing", Lisa replied, chuckling lightly.  "So you actually dressed up
for this, huh?"

   "Yeah, I guess", Kimmy replied, now chuckling herself, the thought of
wearing small short-shorts and absolutely nothing else being considered
"dressing up" suddenly seeming very funny.

   "you know", Lisa added, compelled to top it off, "From the outside,
nobody can even tell whether you're wearing the shorts, or nothing at all".

   "Yea, I guess I could just pull them down", Kimmy said, laughing.

   "You'd really do that, would you?" Lisa was laughing as well.

   Kimmy laughed some more, but since the question still hung in the air,
she started considering it.  "Well, I guess I really could, but why?", she
asked back.  It wasn't as if she was trying to set some nudity record.

   "I dunno", Lisa replied, now back to serious as well.  "I just thought
as a Johnson girl, you'd jump at every chance to be naked, since you enjoy
it so much."

   "Aren't I wearing little enough?", Kimmy replied, amused.  "We're not
obsessed with it!" 

   Still, the remark got her thinking.  Her mostly naked body, nearly all
skin exposed, felt really good all over on the hot summer day, especially
when there was slight breeze of wind, and the shorts were not at all
uncomfortable.  Still, their main positive feature was how little there was
of them, and working naked earlier had felt really good, much better than
trying to move about clothed in the heat.  Damn, now that Lisa had called
attention to it, her body, for a moment, seemed to have an odd desire to
get rid of the shorts.

   Having come to think of it, she realized she had not been all that
reluctant to get naked since she moved onto the farm.  It almost seemed as
if she had somehow cooperated, without knowing it.

   Into the silence caused by Kimmy's inner musings, Lisa's cellphone rang.
Against all safety concerns, she answered it while driving.

   "It was mom.  She has to work late again, and wants me to do the
shopping since it'll be too late and she'll be too tired.  First, we need
to go to the library at the town centre, to collect a book my sister had
reserved and which has been returned, then we'll head to the discounter for
the groceries."

   They had already been pretty close to the town centre when the call
came, and Lisa pulled up in front of the town library within minutes.

   "You can wait in the car, it probably won't be long"

   Kimmy stayed back, but it was boring, and the car was quickly heating
up, standing in the direct sunlight without moving.  She got out of the
car, but the sunlight-exposed asphalt felt unpleasant under her bare feet
if she stood still, so she went over to a patch of grass surrounding a
fountain in front of the library entryway.

   Still, she could feel the heat radiating off the shadeless tarmac in the
hot hours of the early afternoon, so she moved closer to the water.  The
water's cooling effect made it much better, and Kimmy, still bored, decided
to step into the fountain -(TM)s comparatively large basin and wade around
a bit.

   she looked towards the library entrance, but Lisa seemed to not yet have
emerged.  In truth, however, Lisa had just been about to exit the library
when she noticed Kimmy approachingg the fountain, and when Kimmy's back was
turned, she went into a position behind a pillar of theporticos, where she
was shielded both from Kimmy's eyes and anyone watching from inside the
library.

   Kimmy, not realising Lisa was already out again, decided to have a
little more fun.  She carefully, so as not to get them wet, stepped out of
her shorts and threw them onto the grass, then horse-played in the
fountain, letting herself get splashed by the actual water jets in the
middle now.

   However, it didn't take long before an angry-looking, balding man ran
out and began scolding her for being in the fountain, ordering her out,
then scolding her some more while she stood, naked and dripping, at the
fountain's rim.

   Lisa decided to cut the trouble short, emerged from her hiding places,
and from behind the man, was just about to yell at Kimmy to run.  Kimmy
however, had not yet seen her.  "I'm sorry, I didn't know, it was just so
hot", she said.  Her genuine apology seemed to work, maybe coupled with the
fact that she was a bit scared of the angry man, and red with embarrassment
at having been caught, which together with her young and innocent look
might have triggered his protection instinct.

   Admonishing her in a rather more friendly tone to not do it again, he
turned to leave; Lisa fortunately was able to get back into hiding in time.
In his periphery vision, he could see the "little girl" picking up clothing
and walking towards a parking car, presumably to get dressed behind it.

   With the man gone, Lisa hurried over, and let them both into the car. 
Kimmy sat in the passenger seat, dropping her shorts onto the floor before
her.

   On the drive to the food discounter, the girls talked a bit more about
each other.  Kimmy learned that Lisa had a sister aged 13, two brothers in
their pre-teens and that the work in the shoe department was her summer
job.

   After parking, Lisa reminded Kimmy needlessly to put her shorts back on,
and assured her that the occasional barefoot or topless child had never
gotten in trouble at this particular discounter.

   The inside was air-conditioned, which felt refreshing but almost too
cool on Kimmy's mostly bare skin.  Her bare feet walked over a floor made
of PVC.  Lisa was pushing the shopping trolley along the aisles, directing
Kimmy, having her fetch the items on their shopping list.

   Kimmy quickly realized that Lisa's comment about no trouble in no way
meant that attire such as her own was common in this store.  Even though
there was a lot of space and a correspondingly high amount of shoppers even
when the shop was not crowded, she only noticed one small girl that was
barefoot and in a summer dress, and one young boy in shorts and sneakers.
Kimmy wondered if the girl's parents made her wear panties under her dress.
Probably yes.

   Still, there were mostly no reactions to her own particular style of
dress, a few frown maybe, but most seemed to be OK with it, or too busy
with their shopping to pay attention to what seemed to be a mere child. 
Only once did a middle-aged woman approach them, telling Lisa how she
should pay more attention to what her sister wears when they go out in
public.

   "Sorry I got you in trouble", Kimmy said after the woman was on her way
again.

   "Hey, at least she didn't think I was your mother", Lisa replied, making
Kimmy laugh hard.

   Their shopping was finished soon after, the woman at the register even
smiling when Lisa, playing up the sister act, handed Kimmy the money so she
could pay.

   They got into the car again, this time finally driving to Lisa's house.

   "Would you leave your shorts in the car, please?"

   "Huh, why?", Kimmy replied, startled.

   "So my sister and my brothers can see a genuine Johnson girl, of
course."

   "Aren't I genuine enough?", Kimmy asked, indicating her shorts-clad
self. "It's a 100% genuine Johnson girl work outfit."

   "I'm your big sister and responsible for your clothing, get naked
already!", Lisa retorted, giving Kimmy a conspirational wink and a friendly
jab with the elbow.

   "You're at home, command your actual siblings!", Kimmy replied, sticking
her tongue out like a shorts-wearing, shoe-eschewing, nearly naked tomboy.

   Lisa then showed Kimmy where to work and which plants to pull or leave
alone.  However, she had barely worked for 5 minutes when Lisa re-appeared,
bringing her brothers and sister, each of the latter wearing only a pair of
shorts.

   "They say they won't get naked unless you do", Lisa said, smiling.

   "OK, I give in", Kimmy said while she could not help but laugh at the
scene.  "But my hands are dirty now, you'll have to pull the shorts down
for me", she added, taking a page out of Granny's book of practical
solutions.  "Granny said working naked is the most practical, anyway", she
remembered.

   Lisa pulled Kimmy's shorts down, the latter careful to stretch her hands
out to the side.  "Careful when you step out of them, your feet are dirty,
too."

   Kimmy felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, being stripped like a
little kid that had made herself dirty and couldn't take care of it alone.
Everybody present, including Kimmy, knew this was not so, so the feeling
did not last for long, having only existed in Kimmy's imagination anyway.
Still, it was the second time that day that she had chosen to be dressed,
once while painting the fence and now when she decided to keep her shorts
on.  Kimmy made a vow to herself that she would, from now on, get naked as
soon as she was allowed.



   Kimmy part 5

   Lisa went away to store Kimmy's shorts somewhere safe, and when she
returned, she saw her siblings had all stripped naked, and where helping
Kimmy weed the garden, too!

   "Wow, how did you get them to do that?"

   "Do what?"

   "Getting naked...  and helping you!  I could never have gotten them to
do more than the bare minimum of chores they usually do!"

   "I didn't do anything, they just seemed eager to join me...  Guess I
looked like I was having fun", Kimmy replied, chuckling.

   "You do - especially after finally ditching those shorts", Lisa replied
with a broad grin.

   Kimmy gave her a good-natured jab, and returned to her weeding task. 
Lisa's siblings worked alongside her, all four naked weeders working as if
it were a competition about who gets the most done.  What would have been
more than a day's work for a single auxiliary labourer was finished before
the afternoon was really over.

   Not only was the work finished, they actually had had fun doing it. 
However, after a fierce battle with the weed, fought with careless
disregard for losses, they were all extremely dirty.  Lisa refused to let
them into the house like that; instead she led them to the garden hose,
washing them down one after the other, using the old trick of squeezing the
muzzle to create a high-pressure water jet.

   This time, Kimmy was really washed like a little kid, but she didn't
feel bad about it, she was having way too much fun, and enjoyed the water
hiting her body, which was heated from working under the sun.  When the
four were clean, they took the hose from Lisa and splashed each other with
it, horse-playing around to get control of the muzzle from each other.

   Which is why they were still all naked and dripping when Lisa's mom came
home.  Feeling a little caught and somewhat sheepish for meeting her
employer like this, Kimmy stretched out her hand and introduced herself,
and then everybody started talking at once, trying to explain the
situation. Fortunately, the stern expression on the woman's face softened
into a smile once she gathered from all the talk that all work had already
been done.  The only slight drawback for Kimmy was that the pay had been
agreed per hour, but Lisa's mom actually gave her a little bit extra for
getting her kids to help out around the house.

   They all had some friendly conversation, with most of the people around
the table, including Kimmy, completely naked.  Kimmy told how she learned
to appreciate nudity in just the few days she lived on the Johnson farm,
and in turn learned that while Lisa's mom was relaxed about clothing around
the house and had never been against nudity when raising her kids, they up
to then never had any real desire to be completely naked.  Lisa's siblings
then surprised everyone by nagging their mom to give them and Kimmy
permission to be naked any time.  Or rather, they started to nag, but their
mom granted it almost immediately, not really being against it and maybe
also in the hope that their new-found helpfulness would also continue.

   Lisa was the only one to really notice that the wording did not limit
nudity to the premises, but was not interested in this detail as far as her
siblings were concerned.  She however also noted the absence of an age
limit or exclusion for her, and decided to later test that a bit, in a tame
way, just to see with how much one could get away with with her mom.

   When they decided to finally drive Kimmy home, Kimmy had already
completely forgotten that she had arrived in shorts.  Lisa purposely didn't
remind her until well after they were on their way.

   "You probably wouldn't have put them on anyway, jumping out of the car
naked at the Johnson farm, waving your shorts in greeting."

   Kimmy laughed at that, and they kept on driving for a bit, then Lisa
spoke up once again: "I need to ask you something", she began, causing
Kimmy to curiously look in her direction, "How old are you, exactly?"

   "..."

   "Oh come on, tell me - I've seen you and my sister naked side by side,
the difference is noticeable, even though nobody could ever tell without
the comparison."

   "16"

   "Awe-freaking-some!  And you really got away with all that nudity!  That
must be so great!"

   "I sort of stumbled into it..."

   "Don't give me that humility shit!  Don't you realize how lucky you are,
looking so innocent?  And with your granny supporting nudity so much?  I
envy you, Kimmy Johnson, I really do!"

   "I'm not actually called Johnson..."

   "Whatever, let me think...  ah, I know." Lisa stopped the car at the
side of the road, and ordered Kimmy to get out and do some exercises to
work up a sweat.

   "Lol, why?", Kimmy replied.

   "Can't you just trust me?"

   "Can't you just tell me?"

   Lisa sighed, realizing it would probably be easier to explain everything
in advance.  "Well, I'm trying to make it look as if you're really
suffering in the heat, and then I'll pass you off as my cousin from further
north when we stop by at the ice cream parlour."

   "Hmm, ice cream sounds like a really good idea", Kimmy voiced her
approval.  She got out to do some exercises until she looked appropriately
exhausted.

   However, when they were nearing the ice cream parlour, Kimmy had second
thoughts: "I'm not so sure about this any more, if it requires such an
elaborate lie, it just can't be right.  I'm feeling bad about this"

   "You had no trouble going to the discounter in just your shorts,
earlier"

   "That was different, I just honestly walked in there and it was
accepted."

   "So, why don't we just honestly walk into the ice cream parlour now?

   "Completely naked?  Think we can pull that off?"

   "No", Lisa sighed.  "Anyway, I put your shorts into the glove
compartment earlier, so get them out now, we might as well have our ice
cream."

   Kimmy nodded, took the shorts out and, as soon as Lisa stopped the car
on the parking lot, got out to step into them.  Now once more properly
dressed, she happily followed into the ice cream parlour.

   Unfortunately, there was a long line of kids standing at the counter,
and Kimmy and Lisa had to queue.  The line seemed to move at an
unbelievably slow pace, and Kimmy got bored, staring off into space.

   The line kept moving, slowly, but when Kimmy stepped into view of the
middle-aged woman at the counter, said woman suddenly became very agitated,
rapidly speaking, much too fast and agitated for Kimmy to understand.  She
came around the counter and ushered the surprised and unresisting Kimmy
into a back room.  She kept talking, and eventually Kimmy understood that
her sweaty look and apathetic stare must've convinced the woman that Kimmy
was having a heatstroke or something similar.

   Kimmy was put on a couch, a wet towel was put on her forehead, her
shorts removed, and a large ice cream cone was placed in her hand.  She
briefly wondered where Lisa had disappeared to, but then she could see,
through the slightly open door, that Lisa had apparently been pressed into
service at the counter while the woman doted on Kimmy.

   As soon as Kimmy's initial confusion had sufficiently settled, she tried
to get up and reached for her shorts.  But the woman pushed her back down
and resolutely put the shorts out of her reach.  "You keep down until
you're better, and stay undressed until it's cooler outside." Kimmy could
only smile at how circumstances once again had left her naked.

   After watching over Kimmy for a bit, the woman decided that Kimmy could
again be talked to, and asked her for her family's phone number.  Kimmy,
however still did not know her mom's new number, and had to settle for
mentioning the Johnson farm when the woman kept insisting.  The ice cream
lady called Granny and told her her own version of the events. 
Fortunately, she then decided she could safely get back to attending her
shop, and handed the phone to Kimmy so she could talk to Granny.

   Kimmy gave Granny her own version of the events at the ice cream
parlour, and could convince Granny that the ice cream lady had greatly
exaggerated the danger Kimmy was in.  Still, Granny made her promise to
have another ice cream and leave off the shorts, just to be sure.

   It was at that point already approaching closing time, so Kimmy waited
until the shop was closed before she walked out of the back room.  Kimmy
had not been wearing her shorts when she left Lisa's home, so she had held
her money in her hand, but had put it into the shorts' side pocket when she
had put the back on just outside the ice cream parlour.  She therefore went
over to her shorts to get the money back out, but stayed faithful to her
promise and did not pull them back on, leaving them lying there.

   She need not have bothered with the money though, since the woman
stoutly refused taking any payment.  She allowed Lisa to help cleaning the
place up, but Kimmy was literally forbidden from lifting a finger, instead
sitting on a bar stool, naked legs dangling, licking her ice cream cone
while the others worked.

   Lisa then drove Kimmy home, it being summer and still bright day
outside. Lisa had once again taken the shorts Kimmy had almost forgotten,
and when they arrived, Kimmy took up Lisa's earlier suggestion and waved
them in greeting at Granny and Mom, thereby also fully convincing them that
she was indeed fine.

   After hugging both Mom and Granny, Kimmy skipped inside and went to her
room, on a mission that she had set herself earlier, along with deciding to
be naked whenever and as soon as allowed.  She gathered some of the boxes
that had been used in the move, and put all her "school" clothes in them,
keeping only the sleep shirts and the items Granny had purchased for her.
She taped the boxes shut and labelled them "Do not open until school
starts".



   Kimmy part 6

   After sealing and labelling the boxes, Kimmy needed to store them
somewhere, least they waste space in her room, so she carried them down to
the basement.  This was noticed by Mom and Granny, who in the meantime had
come inside.  After learning what was in the boxes, Granny approved and
rather suddenly decided she wanted to show something to Kimmy.

   Leading the naked girl over to the main house, she then showed her an
old stereo, complete with both a record player and an early, quite boxy CD
player.  There was also a diverse collection of vintage music.  Kimmy
listened to some of them with interesting-sounding titles, soon starting to
dance and sway to the beat while Granny watched.

   "Since none of my children or grandchildren still live here, I thought
you might want to use it."

   "That's great!"

   "Shall we take it over right away then?"

   "Mhmm, I don't really have enough free space in my room.  Especially not
if I want to dance to the tunes."

   "Ah, but you have.  Now that you put most of your superfluous clothes
into storage, we can remove the wardrobe and the chest of drawers from your
room.  I saw they were disassembled when you moved so it can't be that
difficult to take them apart move them out again."

   "But where will I put my clothes?  The remaining ones I mean?"

   Granny had the answer to this, and after a bit of work, the stereo,
records, taped and CDs were in Kimmy's room, Kimmy's sandals were put onto
a shoe rack, a built-in feature near the entrance door, and her summer
clothes were stored in the walk-in closet adjacent to Mom's room, which was
just across from Kimmy's own.  Afterwards, they all went to the kitchen to
play a family board game for the rest of the evening, the completely naked
Kimmy sitting next to the fully clothed women, everyone treating it like
the perfectly normal thing it had become.

   When they were done playing, Kimmy went to her room to listen to some
music, but Granny and Mom kept talking for a little bit longer:

   "She has really blossomed, it's almost a pity she'll be back into
clothes when school starts."

   "She doesn't have to, there's no actual dress code at our schools."

   "Well, "aint no rule" is not going to cut it, last I heard someone tried
it at Berkeley and was expelled on a pretence, with both the college and
the town now having some of the strictest anti-nudity there can be."

   "This town is not without its history of nude girls, and with no law to
complicatedly abolish, it can be pulled off if we play our cards right. 
Just wait and see, and in the meantime, encourage her not to wear too much"

   "Will do."

   -------------------------------------------

   When Mom went to get dressed the next morning, she found that the
walk-in closet did not close properly afterwards.  After some fumbling, she
finally solved the problem by locking it, thankfully remembering to not
pull the key out and take it with her, as she would do after locking the
front door or her car.

   Meanwhile, after listening and dancing to musi...il late in the night,
Kimmy had finally passed that point in the school holidays where one sleeps
way past the normal wake-up time.  When she did not come for breakfast, Mom
went to her room, finding her daughter lying naked atop the covers,
sleeping peacefully.  Shouting next to her ear, shaking her and a slap to
the bare butt all achieved nothing more than some incomprehensible mumbling
from a still sleeping girl, so Mom gave up and went to work.

   Not much later, Granny achieved success of a sort where Mom had failed
by simply dragging Kimmy up, even though she seemed asleep on her feet. 
She even was too tired to put on the dress Granny pushed into her hand,
instead dragging it past her as she followed Granny, who in turn saw
herself forced to take it back in order to avoid getting it dirty.

   Kimmy spent the whole drive sleeping naked in the passenger seat, but
thankfully, like most car-sleepers, woke up when the car stopped.  Even
though she was still tired and yawning, Granny could explain Kimmy's next
job to her, and this time, when again handed the dress, the teenager could
be made to understand that she was to put it on.

   Granny explained that a friend of hers ran an ostensibly self-service
laundromat, but was usually always present to deter vandals and thieves, to
exchange notes for coins and to make some extra money selling drinks and
sandwiches to those waiting for their laundry to finish.  She needed half a
day off for personal reasons, and Granny had volunteered Kimmy as cheap
help.

   Kimmy was a bit worried after hearing that, for even if she felt
perfectly confident about her ability in shop-sitting, she was not certain
whether the owner would think she looked the part, for Granny had picked a
dress that was one of the shortest, barely covering the essentials, and was
also making her look particularly young and childish.  Plus, Granny had not
taken along any of her sandals.

   Sure enough, the woman complained when she saw Kimmy: "She looks a bit
young"

   "Abigail Smithers, stop that right now, we both know how old your own
kids were when they first sat the shop for you", Granny replied sternly.

   "All right, all right, business never picks up before noon this day of
the week anyway, that's why I use it when I need to be away."

   Thinking that this had been surprisingly easy, Kimmy was led inside,
shown the essentials, and then left alone in the laundromat.  The morning
was slow as far as business was concerned, and with nobody there and
nothing to occupy her, Kimmy was slowly dosing away again, sitting on a
chair.

   "Hi there, did you fall asleep waiting for your laundry?"

   Kimmy slowly came awake, and, gradually raising her gaze, she saw old
sneakers, a faded pair of jeans, and a casual T-shirt on a girl about 16
years old - like herself, even though no-one could have told that at that
moment.

   "No no, I'm just minding the shop, for, for Granny", Kimmy stuttered,
still not fully awake.

   "Oh, you're Mrs.  Smithers grandchild?"

   "What?  No no, she is, I mean, Granny Johnson is my Granny, and the shop
owner is her friend."

   "I see.  could you..."

   At this point, the girl was interrupted by a loud, rumbling noise.  At
least, it seemed deafeningly loud to Kimmy, who blushed at her growling
stomach.  She had been, and strictly speaking still was, too tired and to
have any breakfast that morning; Also, having slept in, she had been
dragged from her bed straight to the car by Granny, leaving no time for a
breakfast anyway.  Now, the consequences made themselves known at the worst
possible moment.

   "Aww, you poor little thing.  Didn't get anything to eat?", the girl
asked, abandoning her previous line of thought for the moment.  "Why doncha
take one of the sandwiches?", she asked, pointing them out.  "You deserve
some sort of payment anyway."

   "I was - I slept in and there was no time for breakfast.  Don't know if
I can just take one.  And I'm getting paid anyway." A small part inside
Kimmy winced at how much like a proud little girl she had sounded when she
said that last sentence.

   "Well, you can take it out of your payment then.  Or hey, I'll buy it
for you, then you can be sure to stay out of trouble", the girl replied
with her best reassure-the-little-kid voice.  "You can do me a little
favour in return, I was going to ask for help carrying my laundry anyway.
By the way, I'm Daisy." Daisy stuck out her hand.

   Kimmy took it firmly.  "I'm Kimmy." While she shook Daisy's hand, she
had to suppress a giggle because Daisy's name, especially in a small town
like this, made her think of the Dukes of Hazard.

   Kimmy walked over to get herself one of the home-made sandwiches from
the bar, and sat back down to eat it.  But when she was already maybe a
third into eating it and bit into it again, filling and sauce spilled out
the other end and dropped onto her dress.

   "Oh no, look what you've done", Daisy cried out.  "Quick, get off your
dress, we'll wash it with my laundry before the stains dry!"

   Kimmy, still somewhat sleepy and compliant, quickly put down her
sandwich, stood up and had already started pulling up her dress when she
stopped.  "Ummm, I - I'm not, ummm, wearing anything under it."

   Now it was Daisy's turn to giggle.  "Naughty girl, does your Granny
know?", she teased.

   "Yes, she kinda thinks that I'm a little girl and that it's OK for me."

   "Cool, wish my family were this relaxed", Daisy replied.  Then, when she
saw Kimmy had stopped moving, she added: "Go ahead, I don't mind."

   "Oh yea, right", Kimmy said, embarrassed that she had just stood there,
dumbstruck.  she quickly pulled her dres up over her head and put it into
the nearest empty washing machine, where it looked rather lonely.  "Right,
lets get your laundry inside then."

   "Doncha want to finish your sandwich first?"

   Shrugging, Kimmy sat back down and started to eat again, very careful
not to spill anything again, even though now, with her being naked, it
didn't much matter any more.  When Daisy noticed, she for some reason found
it very amusing, causing her to chuckle.

   Soon, Kimmy had finished eating and jumped up, walking to the door and
urging Daisy on.  Only when she was about to walk out the door did she
realize she was doing so stark naked, cursing herself for the failure to
think ahead she had exhibited the entire morning.

   Then again, she thought, considering her exploits so far, walking onto a
parking lot naked should really not be so big a deal.  Walkig outside with
a smile coming from a burst of confidence, she spotted a pick-up near the
laundromat's entrance, with several well-filled laundry baskets on the
back. Deciding it must be Daisy's, she ran ahead towards it and climbed up
to the cargo space.

   "That's a lot of laundry", she said, in a slightly loud voice because
Daisy was not yet fully out the door.

   "Well our own washing machine broke down, and the laundry piled up while
we waited for the repair guy to find time, until it became clear that he
wouldn't show up in time.  It's not like we can go naked, unlike some
people."

   Having reached the pick-up by then, Daisy accentuated her last statement
with a friendly, low-powered punch.  To Kimmy's calf, since the naked girl
was standing atop the vehicle's cargo area.  Kimmy reflexively stuck out
her tongue in defiance.  Then they unloaded the first basket, the shorter
Kimmy on the higher ground; she then climbed down to help carry the
surprisingly heavy basket inside.

   "You know", Kimmy began again while they filled the first machine, where
Kimmy's dress was up to the the sole occupant, "I could've kept wearing the
dress until right now, I just realized."

   Well, you didn't seem to mind terribly", Daisy said with another
friendly little punch, this time to Kimmy's shoulder.  "Besides, who wants
to wear dirty clothes?"

   At this point, both girls had to laugh out loud.  In good spirits, they
finished bringing in the rest of the laundry, filling several more washing
machines.  Then, they had to wait for the washing cycles to finish until
they could put everything into dryers.  Not long into their waiting, they
could suddenly hear a car pulling up into the parking lot.

   "Pretend that you're the shop sitter, and if they ask, I'm your little
sister", Kimmy said quickly, by then having finally woken up fully, and
operating at full mental capacity.  She then went to inconspicuously hang
around at the least visible spot, where between the rows of automatons, it
was not apparent that she was naked.

   The new arrivals entered, a woman in her early thirties and a girl about
Kimmy's apparent age, maybe a bit younger.  The girl was wearing a dress
much like the one Kimmy was wearing earlier, and sandals.

   The woman got buy with her laundry, while the girl wandered about in the
laundromat.  Suddenly the girl cried out: "Mommy, this girl's not wearing
any clothes."

   "She's my cousin, she recently moved here", Daisy said quickly,
addressing her reply to the grown woman, not going with the "sister" excuse
because the woman knew her family to well for that, "She got her stuff
dirty, so we put it into the wash with the rest".

   "Even her panties?", the daughter asked again.

   "Yes, even her panties", Daisy snapped at her.  "She's been a bit clumsy
this Morning", he added in her normal voice.

   "Mom, can I get naked too?", the girl then asked.  Kimmy had to chuckle
at how appealing it apparently was to the town's younger population to copy
her dressing style.

   "No, your clothes are not dirty."

   "I'm wearing this dress the second day.  Maybe third, didn't pay
attention."

   "I'd tell you off for it and tell you to change once we're home, but I
happen to remember exactly what dress you wore yesterday."

   "What if I got it dirty?"

   "I said no.  Don't make me angry."

   That shut the girl up, and Kimmy found herself actually somewhat
regretting this fact, since the exchange between the girl and her mother
had amused her.  What followed was a short period of simply waiting for the
laundry, until the mother spoke up about the non-presence of Mrs. 
Smithers, but she bought the excuse of Daisy watching the shop while doing
her laundry there anyway.

   But when the drying of the first load of laundry had completed, the
daughter immediately noticed and pointed out that Kimmy was not putting on
any panties or shoes with her dress.

   Kimmy thought quickly and replied that she could not find her panties in
the pile and that she preferred to go barefoot.  She wondered a bit why she
said that last bit, since it was not precisely an excuse.

   But the daughter drew all the attention again anyway: "I wanna take off
my shoes and panties too!"

   "I told you to shut up about it", the mother sighed.

   "Grandma always lets me go barefoot", the daughter complained now.

   The mother seemed, for a moment, to be about to lose her temper, but
then she seemed to have an idea: "Always, you say?  Well OK, go barefoot
then, but only if you're ready to be barefoot a whole week, non-stop", she
said, clearly convinced to have outsmarted her daughter and to have ended
this particular argument forever.  "Unless I tell you differently for
important occasions", she nevertheless added, completely hedging her bet.

   But unexpectedly, at least for the mother, the girl cried out her OK and
took off her sandals, thanking her mom.  "First Lisa's siblings, now this
girl, here must be something in the water in this town", Kimmy thought,
oddly enough only thinking about the behaviour of others, not her own since
moving there (Note: The author opposes both drugging others without their
knowledge and using cheap deus ex machina-like storytelling devices; there
is nothing in the water except perhaps in the proverbial sense).

   The mother muttered something about her daughter turning into a Johnson
girl, but left it at that.  Soon their laundry was done, and just as their
car left the parking lot, Kimmy and Daisy still loading the pick-up, Mrs
Smithers returned, and soon after, having already been phoned by the
laundromat owner, Granny arrived, after just enough time for Kimmy to get
paid and lauded for her good performance.

   -----------------------------------------

   When Mom returned home that evening, she broke into laughter to see that
Kimmy apparently had, upon returning home, hung her dress onto the wardrobe
like a coat or jacket.  On the closest level surface was a hastily written
note: "Gone swimming to escape noon heat."

   Walking to the lake, she found her naked daughter, lying on a large
towel on her stomach, still wet from her last swim, reading some light
material.  Kimmy noticed her mom approaching and waved, shouting a
greeting.

   "Mommy, can I go barefoot all week?  Grandma always lets me go
barefoot", Kimmy then suddenly asked, in a purposely young-sounding voice.

   "You can go barefoot all you want, even lock all shoes away with your
school clothes.  But why is it  -�Mommy -� and "grandma" all of a sudden?"

   But Kimmy was only laughing, and then told her mom all about her day. 
When she was finished, it was Mom's turn to tell some news: "Well, I
learned today - I missed it cause I am still new and needed to focus on
settling in at work - that the whole company will be having a picnic on
Saturday afternoon, that is, tomorrow.  All the families are welcome, too.
It's apparently a big thing."



   Kimmy part 7

   After her experience with sleeping in that day, Kimmy was determined to
get a good night's sleep and be rested for the next day and the big picnic,
but following the laws of motherly protectiveness, Mom gave her an
admonishment to go to sleep at a moment that was even before the bedtime
Kimmy had set for herself, causing her naked daughter to moan in
frustration, according to the laws of of the daughterly wish for
independence.

   ------------------------------------

   The following morning, a well-rested and good-spirited Kimmy almost
bounced as she went to and entered the kitchen, where Mom and Granny were
already waiting for the naked girl, along with a truly plentiful breakfast.
They explained that because of the picnic in the afternoon, there would be
no lunch, and since it would therefore be longer until the next meal, the
breakfast was more substantial.

   Granny explained some more about the picnic.  It was held each year on a
large meadow by a lake.  The company Mom now worked for had always provided
games as entertainment for the children of the employees during the
picnics, and when Granny was young, it was already traditional that
non-company families would attend, the details of which she explained.

   Mom had also received a phone call early that morning, explaining one of
the volunteers doing the necessary work had fallen ill; both Mom and Kimmy
would each be serving a short shift to compensate.  Kimmy would be involved
with serving the food and Mom would run a games booth, her reasoning being
that not being able to sit down quietly during the actual eating part of
the picnic, was the smaller sacrifice for Kimmy, compared to losing
playtime.  She'd also be better able to handle eating on-duty.  Granny at
that point mentioned how Kimmy would change into company-logo clothing for
this and might like costuming like this.

   There was still time to kill before she'd have to get ready, so Kimmy
went to the lake, where she spent the free time swimming.  When she had had
enough of that, she climbed out and pondered her options.  As she pondered,
she noticed a tree that she just might be able to climb.  With a grin that
said "why not" to herself, she took hold of a reasonably low branch and
pulled herself up, then searched for more branches and hand- and footholds
to climb to the very top of the tree.

   Once there, she enjoyed the view and the exhilarating feeling of having
successfully climbed the tree, then, when that moment was over, started to
climb down.  Feeling daring and maybe even a bit invulnerable after her
successful climbing, she decided to add a little acrobatics, lowering her
naked self from the branch by the backs of her knees, intending to hang
from them upside down.  It might have helped her confidence that there was
a soft moss floor under her.

   The manoeuvre was successful, but immediately after lowering herself
into position, she saw Mom stepping towards her from close by, meaning she
must have been approaching for a bit already.  The naked Kimmy hung like
this, feeling embarrassed, with a perfect view on her mom's stomach area
and little else besides, while Mom called her out for dawdling.

   Kimmy had to hurry back to the house, where the outside shower was
already filled for her and a towel lay ready.  After finishing and stepping
inside, the wall-mounted clock told Kimmy that it was not as late as all
the talk about dawdling had implied.  Typical parenting behaviour, she
thought.

   Kimmy then went into the walk-in closet to select a dress, but hesitated
whenever she was beginning to reach for a particular one.  It took her only
a short time to realize that the problem laid in her not knowing what look
she was actually going for.

   "Granny, can you come please?  I need advise on what to wear at the
picnic."

   Granny and Mom joined her in the closet, and Granny started to pick out
a couple of dresses that she considered appropriate.  Kimmy picked the one
whose material and colour she liked best, and slipped it on.  It was held
up by spaghetti straps, the back and sides at a height equalling the lower
edge of her breasts, the breasts themselves covered because the front
formed a kind of bib; the dress would not have been wearable with breasts
larger than hers.  When she smoothed it down, she noticed the hem was only
barely decent.

   Almost giggling, Kimmy remembered shopping for this dress, and soon her
attention was caught by other things, for Mom had just offered doing her
hair, claiming she knew exactly which hairstyle would fit.  Kimmy had to
admit she rather liked the result, even though neither dress nor hairstyle
helped her look her true age.

   "I like it!", she exclaimed, "makes me look awfully young though."

   "You look young with any dress, or without it", Mom replied.  "I could
confirm that just now when I fetched you from your tree."

   Kimmy had to concede the point, but her cheerfulness was undiminished:
"I guess you're right, and I still like the look!  Now let's pick out the
sandals to match!"

   "No need for that", Mom stopped her, "Like I said yesterday, you can go
barefoot all the time."

   "But mom, that was just the opening for telling you about my day!"

   "Maybe, but you go around barefoot all the time anyway, and a picnic, in
this town, is not as formal an event as you obviously think."

   "The picnic will be on a meadow next to a lake, shoes will not be a
common sight even these days", Granny confirmed.  Since Kimmy's concern had
really been the desire to fit in rather than the bare-footedness itself,
the issue was settled.

   They all piled into Mom's car, Kimmy in the back.  As she sat down, the
her dress rose in the back, so that she was sitting on the hem, which felt
awkward.  After a couple of unsuccessful tries to pull it forward, she
instead pulled it up, sitting on her bare butt with the dress falling
around her.  Pragmatic solution, Granny would have been proud.  And indeed,
it seemed as if the old woman was smiling at that moment, even if it was
not certain whether she noticed anything at all.

   They arrived rather early, with time to spare before the official
beginning.  Kimmy met Lisa and her siblings, Daisy, and the girl from the
laundromat before the area got crowded.  As Granny and Mom had predicted,
they were all barefoot, but that was not the important bit.  Each of the
girls showed Kimmy that they were not wearing any underwear under their
dresses.  Laughing, Kimmy raised her dress to unnecessarily prove that she
was in the same state.

   After this first hour, Kimmy's shift as a volunteer waitress started, so
in time, she reported for duty, and was handed a large white T-shirt with a
printed logo, and a large waitress' purse.  There would be no individual
ordering of food, instead the volunteers would keep the serving plates and
other dishes filled.  The non-company visitors would give some money for
their food based on the honour system.  The purse existed because this had
proven itself a better system than donation boxes set up at fixed places on
the open meadow.

   "I'm sorry, the shirt might be a bit large on you", the middle-aged
woman, who had given Kimmy both items, apologised.

   "Oh no, it's a perfectly sized dress", replied Kimmy, who had been
familiar with the concept of wearing T-shirts as dresses literally since
her first day in town.  She went behind a pile of supplies, shielded from
the eyes of the woman and, she believed, everyone else's.  However, as she
pulled her dress up over her head and stood naked, she heard two little
kids, a girl and a boy, giggle as they walked by at a middle distance,
somewhat off the proverbial beaten path, where they had escaped Kimmy's
attention.

   Kimmy quickly pulled the T-shirt down over her head and stepped out of
her cover, the woman looked a bit surprised, then chuckled a bit.

   "You could've pulled it on over your own dress, like the others are
doing it.  Would've saved you from being seen in your undies by those two
kids.  But it's OK now, and I gotta say, you look kinda cute like this."

   "Sorry, My Granny said I'd change into a special outfit for my shift, I
guess I took it too literal", she admitted, giggling.

   And so she started serving the food, and a lot of people were quite
charmed by the little barefoot girl in the company logo "dress" that seemed
even cuter for serving with the competence of an older teenager.

   Not all were charmed though.  A 16-year-old girl, dressed like a member
of a school in-crowd, complained to her mother about yet another barefoot
kid, this one even serving food.  However, her mother immediately chastised
her for intolerance.  Given her experiences so far, Kimmy, who could not
help but overhear the conversation, half-expected the mother to order her
daughter to take her own shoes or possibly all of her clothes off, but no
such thing happened.  However, the next time Kimmy passed within hearing
range of them, the mother was asking her daughter to at least try to go
barefoot.

   "Just because I think going barefoot is not always appropriate doesn't
mean I was never without shoes for even a single moment in all my life",
the daughter replied.

   "Don't nitpick what I say.  I meant to try doing it outside of a
bathroom or pool area.  You even wear these "bathing shoes" when swimming
outdoors."

   "Well, they are practical.  The ground is dirty and there might be sharp
stones."

   "It would be even more practical to not swim at all and stay safe and
dry.  But you'll have more fun by keeping things simple and spontaneous."

   Kimmy missed the rest od the conversation when her duties lead her out
of hearing range, but when she passed once again, she noticed that the
daughter had indeed taken off her shoes and socks.

   After about an hour, most were done eating, and Kimmy could now go once
she handed back the shirt.  She went to the same cover she used before; not
only wasn't there any better, but it was where she had left her own dress.
Making sure that this time nobody was in position to see her, she removed
the T-shirt - and then couldn't find her own dress.

   Fortunately, the situation quickly resolved itself: Lisa, having noticed
that Kimmy's volunteer services might no longer be needed with the picnic
tables being less busy, bringing the dress which she claimed to have taken
"for safekeeping".

   It had reached, by then, the point of the afternoon that is the hottest
time of the day, and the sun had apparently chosen the picnic day to make
it extra-hot.  The whiny sought the shade and some of them headed home
altogether.

   Kimmy herself was not entirely unaffected, looking longingly at the
lake, telling Lisa how much she'd like a cooling swim.  Lisa then parted,
successfully managing to appear like simply wanting to head to another part
of the area than Kimmy.  A short while later, having run into Granny by
then, there was an announcement by the company's manager-owner, who was
about Granny's age, that the lake was available for swimming.  Nothing much
in the way of reaction followed though, since this was a deviation from the
normal program nobody had planned for, there was probably not a single
person there who thought to bring a swimsuit.

   "Too bad I didn't bring a suit", Kimmy voiced her trouble to Granny.

   "Silly girl, you swam naked at our lake, and it's much better than
wearing those pieces of wet cloth."

   "Yes, but this is a really crowded place, and..."

   "No buts", Granny interrupted her, "be glad you're still young enough to
be seen naked." And with that, she took hold of Kimmy's dress and pulled it
over the unresisting girl's head, leaving her completely naked once again
with the quick and easy removal of just a single garment.

   Kimmy was surprised in the first moment, but had to admit that in the
heat, she immediately felt better with the dress off.  Not wanting the
dress to disappear again while she took a swim, she entrusted it to Granny,
who was still holding it anyway.  Then, since they had not actually been
standing at the lake when the announcement was made, she walked to the
small wooden jetty and jumped into the water.

   There was no immediate crowd of imitators, but Kimmy was soon joined by
those she had already met in her earlier adventures, namely, Lisa's
siblings and the laundromat girl, who had simply dropped their clothes onto
the jetty.  A few of the other kids present were also confident and
interested enough to join them.

   It went not unnoticed, and sure enough, some went to complain to the
company owner, but they were a minority, so he felt that he could safely
ignore them and follow his öwn thoughts on the matter, which was to let
the kids have their innocent fun.

   But of course, Kimmy eventually had to leave the water again, and
standing on the small jetty dripping water, she looked for Granny to get
her dress.  Fortunately, Granny had thought to keep close, and Kimmy
spotted her at the closest game spot, where short stakes were driven into
the ground for a ring toss game.  Walking the short distance naked, she
then asked for her dress back, but Granny sensibly pointed out she'd better
dry first, and suggested Kimmy should play a round of the game while drying
off.

   With no better suggestion Kimmy did so.  And then, it happened again:
Some of the kids at the picnic got naked, asking parents for permission
first in those cases where families moved as a group; in other cases the
kids were encouraged by their parents.  It was a minority, but there was no
active opposition, for the individuals who could have formed it had already
learned that the company policy was in their disfavour while trying to stop
the skinny-dipping.  Many of those now striping had already been barefoot,
which was significant because aside from the group influenced by Kimmy,
none had started out like that.

   "Well, it looks like you won't need the dress any more", Granny
commented, pointing out the by no means rampant, but still very visible
nudity around them.  She was genuinely friendly, but Kimmy knew that she
probably wouldn't change her mind and give the dress back.

   Of course, Mom just had to choose that very moment to find Kimmy and
abduct her in order to introduce her daughter to every single one of her
colleagues, as well as all their husbands and wives.  Kimmy was of course
naked every time she was introduced to one of these families, making a lot
of naked first impressions.  Even though in some cases, they technically
were not first impressions, since of course, many had already seen her
waiting the table, which they freely commented on.

   Kimmy felt very embarrassed, not so much at her nudity, but at being
mistaken for just another one of those naked young ones milling about,
something her looks only served to corroborate.  Besides which, it is
always embarrassing to be shown to a lot of friends of your proud parent.
Kimmy however managed to win a lot of sympathy by being a trooper and bear
it, shaking hands with all her new acquaintances politely and with genuine
friendliness.

   As the introductory round came to an end and Kimmy was able to freely
move about again, the numbers of the naked seemed to have increased
slightly, and Kimmy also thought she noticed, even though she could neither
confirm nor refute it, that the age of the naked seemed to have risen to
the upper edge of harmlessness.  It made her wonder if just maybe there was
another young-looker like her in this crowd.  What made her really smile
though was when she saw that the complaining girl from earlier had
apparently decided to join the swimming, judging from her still wet hair
and skin, even if she must have stayed somewhat out of sight as Kimmy never
noticed her in the water.  She also was still barefoot and had even left
her pants off when getting dressed again, which, given her rather long top,
didn't make her stand out as particularly undressed at that point.

   When, at the end of the picnic, Kimmy was given her dress back for the
ride home, she herself was the one who decided that it would be really
silly to do that, and she drove home naked.

   ---------------------------------------

   "I can't believe how easy that was", Mom later told Granny.

   "It wasn't.  Kimmy is a natural at going naked and it's a joy to watch
her, but without her friends to support her, or if we had chosen the wrong
moment to act, it might have failed", Granny replied.  Then, noticing the
worried expressions suddenly crossing Mom's face, she added: "Oh no, don't
worry, she was never in any danger.  But she might have failed to inspire
others, and that might have meant that she'd possibly been forced to get
dressed again once schools started."

   "Well, good thing that did not happen, then."

   "Indeed."



   Kimmy part 8

   The day following Saturday's picnic was, obviously, a Sunday.  Since it
was the time of the summer holidays, Sundays or the weekend in general were
nothing special for Kimmy, but they were for Mom.  For Granny, they need
not have been, but she had always made it a point to make them stand out
from the rest of the week, and part of the result was that Mom and Kimmy
got an invitation for lunch at the town's favourite, Moira's diner.

   Kimmy decided to contribute to the specialness of the day by dressing
up, summer style of course.  Unfortunately, those dresses in her summer
wardrobe that looked the least plain also looked the most childish.  Kimmy
tried to counter the effect with a more mature hairstyle, but when checking
in the mirror, the combination looked ridiculous to her.  While she was
still looking at the fashion disaster, pondering what to do, Mom came in,
and noticed her daughters hair-related indecision.

   "Why don't you put it in side-bunches?"

   "I don't know, it'll make me look..."

   "Don't be like that, why don't you just try it and see how it works?"

   Suiting actions to words, Mom formed Kimmy's hair into two bunches at
the sides of her head, and despite herself, Kimmy had to admit that it went
well with the dress.  All dressed up except for still being barefoot, she
went to the entrance door to complete her outfit with her most dressy pair
of sandals.

   "Isn't it still your barefoot week?", Mom teased.

   "Aww mom, I told you that was just..."

   Kimmy didn't get to finish the sentence, because her mom had started
chuckling, giving away her lack of seriousness, and both broke out into
full laughter.  The good spirits lasted throughout the drive to the diner.

   Once there, they got into a booth and placed their orders].  The table
and, correspondingly, the seats were rather high, as if you were sitting at
a bar, so that the feet of a short person like Kimmy did not actually reach
the floor.  While they waited, she reached down to undo the ankle straps of
her sandals, so she could let them dangle a bit.

   The food soon arrived, and they had some pleasant conversation while
eating it.  With Kimmy being distracted, she did not really notice her
sandals slipping from her still idly swinging feet.

   A bit later, when Kimmy needed to go to the toilet, she therefore did
not notice that she started walking there barefoot, but was quickly made
aware by a voice exclaiming: "See, I told you going barefoot in here is
OK". Kimmy instantly recognized the voice, and sure enough, when she turned
to look in that direction, she saw laundromat girl and her mother in one of
the other boothes.

   When Kimmy turned back towards the lavatory, she could see the diner's
owner, who confirmed that there was no dress code and shoes were not
required.  In this town, this did not surprise Kimmy any more, and in fact,
in a third booth, a girl and boy, apparently sibling and there with their
parents, yelled out their approval of the policy and took of their shoes
and socks.

   Kimmy quickly went into the bathroom, and when she came back out of the
stall, she found that laundromat girl had joined her, and was now barefoot,
which she previously had not been.  Kimmy considered this to be a
remarkable dedication, since she herself had only entered the bathroom
barefoot cause she had felt it too late to back out after the commotion. 
It was a surprisingly clean bathroom though, living out in the country
apparently had some perks.

   "Awesome, I'd never have thought you could just go barefoot in here. 
Thanks for daring to try."

   "It wasn't daring, I wasn't thinking about it, else I might just have
asked the policy, I'm surprised you didn't.  Actually, I'm even more
surprised all other kids here would join in at once, and cheering, too.  I
mean, it's only bare feet."

   "Well, I didn't think of it, what with my mom insisting it's not allowed
and this being a food place after all.  As for only bare feet, well, bad
enough that it's so difficult just to go barefoot, I'd love to do more!"

   "Yea, so you said back at the laundromat.  But you heard the owner, no
dress code, you could go out there naked right now."

   "My mom would faint.  And ground me until my 18th birthday when she came
to", laundromat girl laughed, "but why don't you do it?"

   "Do what?  Undress in a restaurant bathroom for no real reason?  That'd
be strange no matter what."

   They both had a hearty laugh at that, but laundromat girl was not yet
willing to let the issue go:

   "Well, maybe just take off our underwear?"

   "Not wearing any, I put it all away for the summer."

   "Awesome.  Err, I mean, I don't believe you, prove it!"

   Kimmy had to laugh at the obvious attempt, but somehow, the girl's
obvious admiration made her more than willing to comply.  She raised her
dress, all the way up to her neck, then pulled it off, handed it over, and
did a slow turn, naked, full circle.

   "Proven?"

   "Yes", the girl said, and then pulled up her own dress to show Kimmy
that she, too, wore nothing under it.  Which, of course, was just as it had
been the day before, but that was at a picnic which, as Kimmy had been
told, was a decidedly relaxed environment.

   "I should have known", was Kimmy's laughing comment.  Then she paused:
"Wait a moment, something's wrong here.  Back when we first met, you were
definitely wearing panties, requiring permission to take them off, which
you did not get.  And you were then told, even though I did not understand
the logic of it, to stay barefoot for a week, yet you clearly came here
with shoes."

   "Well, the panties thing is hard to check, I just needed to see someone
actually do it I guess.  As for the shoe week, my mom obviously thought
being forced for a week would "cure" me of my wish to go barefoot.  It
won't work but I knew she wouldn't even really try, she's much too
concerned what others might think.  That's why she reserved herself the
right for exceptions."

   At this point, the discussion was cut short when the diner's owner
entered.

   "Umm, she just handed me her dress because..."

   "Because you wanted to test how serious I was about "no dress code"? 
Well, at your age, going naked would be covered by the policy.  I know my
customers and there's nobody out there who would complain, either."

   "My mother might..."

   "Only if she thought it were expected of her, but as I said, everyone
else in there is OK with it." Turning to Kimmy, she continued: "I've got to
go into one of the stalls for the business I came in for, but if you want,
just drape your dress over the other sink, and I'll keep it safe and give
it back when you leave.  Oh, and you can call me Moira."

   "Kimmy", replied Kimmy, extending her hand, still a bit stunned at being
caught naked once again.

   Moira disappeared into a bathroom stall, and even though Kimmy
half-heartedly wanted her dress back, her friend insisted that she went out
naked.  And that's what she did, to a somewhat shocked stare from her
friend's mother, giggles from the siblings at the other booth, and knowing
smiles from Granny and Mom.  Granny commended Kimmy for going along with
the spirit of Moira's policy, and Mom joined her.

   Kimmy's new friend went to talk to her mother, while Kimmy watched the
siblings, curious whether she'd get some new imitators, which, given her
experiences in this town up till then, was not that far-fetched at all. 
This particular kids did not seem too eager, though.

   However, when Kimmy had already mostly stopped paying attention to them,
Moira went to that table, and after a brief conversation Kimmy could not
hear, the girl took of her top, then shortly after the boy.  The mother
then neatly put the clothes away in her rather large handbag.

   Suddenly, Mom turned to Granny and changed the topic of their
conversation: "I just wondered, you must know everyone in here, right?"

   "Of course."

   "Shouldn't you introduce us, then?"

   "Of course, should have thought of that myself."

   With naked Kimmy in tow, They went to the table of the larger family
first, and Granny did the introductions.  Everyone was nice and friendly,
yet Kimmy was nevertheless somewhat embarrassed at being introduced naked
once more.  An embarrassment that grew by an order of magnitude when the
mother helpfully gave her a list of possible activities in town that was
clearly meant for someone younger than Kimmy's 16 years.

   The introductions at the next table were cut short though, with
laundromat girl's mother keenly remembering the alleged relation with
Daisy, and a lot of time was spent explaining Mom's and Kimmy's actual
relation to Granny, as well as a made-up relation on the father's side to
Daisy.  Granny did most of the latter, since she was the most familiar with
Daisy's actual family.  Kimmy was just glad Granny was both quick-witted
and kind enough not to give away her "granddaughter's" little lie.

   Soon it was time to leave, and Granny asked Moira to bring the bill and
the dress.  They sat back down at their booth while waiting for these
items. Kimmy carefully lowered her foot, fishing for her sandals, but they
seemed to be gone.

   "Mom, Granny, did you see my shoes?"

   Two nos came as answer.

   "Aww, mom", Kimmy then said, putting the frustration of a teen-aged
daughter into that second word, "if you want me to go barefoot, just say
so! Don't play games with me!"

   However, it seemed that Mom and Granny really were innocent.  After a
short but thorough search of the booth, they decided all they could do was
tell Moira and hope the sandals would turn up again.  On the way out to the
car, Mom couldn't help but give in to her motherly tendencies, and told
Kimmy how much cuter her outfit looked with her barefoot; Kimmy just rolled
her eyes, despite, or rather, partly because she knew it to be true.



   Kimmy part 9

   As the car drove on and had nearly reached Granny's home, Mom spoke up
again: "This incident just now about losing your shoes reminded me of
something.  I noticed that recently, it seems almost harder to get you out
of your shoes than out of your dress, what's up with that?"

   Kimmy was at a loss for words.  The truth was that so far, trusting
Granny's judgement about being naked had worked out fine, but only because
she looked so young.  But recently, it had dawned on her that at the end of
the summer, the general population of the local school would know her true
age based on the grade she was in.  She had therefor tried to return to a
conventional-seeming outfit of dress and shoes during more public
appearances.  But she couldn't really explain that to Mom while Granny was
in the car with them.

   "That's not true at all!  Every time I didn't want to go shoeless, I
would have wanted to take the dress off even less", was the best truthful
reply she could give.

   "She's not used yet to the idea of it being all right at more public
events.  She seemed fine once she was in the middle of it.  She'll soon
want to go naked everywhere, then we'll have to actually restrict her",
Granny chimed in, the last part said with a chuckle.

   The part about Mom and Granny having to restrict her nudity reminded
Kimmy of something laundromat girl said, and she quickly formed a plan,
which consisted of showing eagerness towards nudity to convince Granny,
then explain her new concerns to her Mom and win her as an ally in
restricting her own nude appearances.  Except of course those in more
private circumstances, which she had already grown to enjoy.

   Quickly acting on her new plan, Kimmy addressed her Mom, ostensibly
still only concerned with the topic of wearing shoes: "Granny's right, Mom,
and just to show that I trust her judgement, I'll give you my remaining
pairs of summer shoes, and rely on your and Granny's judgement about when
to wear them.  I won't be asking about them again."

   This found Granny's and Mom's approval and the discussion about it
ended.

   When they arrived back home moment later, Kimmy, without even thinking
about it, took off her dress the moment she left the car, leaving her
naked. She then gathered up all her summer shoes upon entering the house,
and handed them over to Mom.

   -------------------------------------------

   It was rather early the next morning when Granny entered Kimmy's room.
Or at least, it was early according to Kimmy's holiday schedule, which is
why she was found asleep, lying naked on top of the blanket, face down. 
Granny woke her with a friendly clap to her butt.

   "Wake up, sleepyhead, your friend Alice is coming", she announced.

   "Who the ...  is Alice", Kimmy mumbled, half-asleep and speaking mostly
into her pillow.  Which was just as well, or Granny might have told her off
for bad language.

   Granny took the mumbling as a sign that Kimmy was awake, and left again.
Kimmy however turned over onto her other side and went back to dozing,
reasoning that if anyone came, she'd hear the engine of their car soon
enough, especially since getting dressed would be quickly accomplished for
her.

   No such warning occurred though, and Kimmy was woken up again by another
slap to her bare butt.  This was followed by a cheerful "Good Morning" in
the cheerful voice of laundromat girl.

   "Oh, so you're Alice", Kimmy finally managed to say, with a yawn, after
taking several moments to wake up sufficiently.

   "Oh, so you're Kimmy", Alice aped her.  She was wearing a dress with
layered skirts made from a denim-like fabric, with increasingly higher
waistline.  It let her look surprisingly "dressed" despite leaving her arms
and almost all of her legs bare.  She was wearing nothing else, of course.
And she looked way too cheerful for what was, to Kimmy, early morning.

   "How did you get here?  I didn't hear a car."

   "I rode my bike here.  My mom won't let me have the car yet.  Besides, I
like riding my bike, and the town is small enough that it makes reasonable
transportation, if you're not in a hurry."

   "I never had a bike.  We always lived in big cities were the issue never
came up, especially since we were never particularly rich."

   "Does that mean you can't ride a bike?  We'll have to fix that,
girlfriend", Alice decided.

   However, Kimmy refused to do anything at all before her shower and
breakfast.  Alice watched, amused, as Kimmy prepared and used the outdoor
shower, then sat down for breakfast, where Granny and Mom were already
waiting.

   "Aren't you going to get dressed at all?", Alice finally asked, grinning
broadly.

   Kimmy had not even considered dressing so far, since she was on the farm
and no strangers were present, so the comment took her by surprise. 
However, she was now sufficiently awake to bite back, and in no mood to be
driven into the defensive: "Why don't you get undressed?  I'm surprised you
didn't already."

   "Is it really OK?" Alice asked, looking at Granny and Mom, who both
nodded, Granny voicing her encouragement.

   Alice let her single garment drop to the ground and stepped out of it.
She then demonstratively went over to stand next to Kimmy, which presented
to Mom and Granny the view of two naked little girls.

   "Do you have a bike somewhere?", Kimmy asked Granny, "Alice mentioned
they are useful around here, so I want to learn to ride one." She knew how
"age-appropriate" this was, but the prospect of some independent mobility
was too tempting.

   Granny nodded and showed everyone to a shed, where a bike could be
found. It looked like it came straight from the hippie era, and the same
was true about the basket fixed to the handle bars.  But the bike seemed to
be in a reasonable state of repair, and with the saddle adjusted low,
Kimmy's toes could just reach the pedals even at the lowest point of their
movement circle, so she was able to ride it.

   The morning was spent teaching Kimmy, with everybody - minus Mom, who
had to leave for work - watching, giving helpful advice, and occasionally
trying not to laugh.  But by midday, Kimmy could ride the bike reasonably
well.  During lunch, Alice invited her to go visit her grandma in the
afternoon.

   --------------------------------------------

   During the ride to Alice's grandma - Alice was back in her dress, and
Kimmy wore one, too - Kimmy turned to Alice:

   "Alice...", she began

   "Please call me Ally."

   Kimmy did so, and they started a conversation about their general life
and their interests.  Something did not fit quite right, so Kimmy asked
Ally about her age.  And found it was the same as hers.

   "No way, you look much younger!", Kimmy protested.

   "So do you."

   "You mean you knew all the time?"

   "The penny dropped when I learned you're a Johnson girl.  So am I, by
the way.  Well, my last name is Williams, and my Granny is called Jones. 
But she's first cousins with your Granny, and was a Johnson girl in her
youth, so I'm part of the heritage.  I look the part, too, obviously.  I
had just been waiting for a chance to live up to it."

   "If you figured it out, did your mom, too?", Kimmy asked, suddenly
worried.

   "No danger.  Mom never lived up to the tradition.  It might be cause my
granny moved away before she had her.  We only moved back here after my
mom's divorce.  By then, the Johnson girl traditions had sort of faded, due
to a lack of active Johnson girls.  My granny, who had moved back here for
retirement, won me over fairly quickly.  We lived with her for the first
few months, you see.  But with my mom being who she is, I never dared to be
too open about it.  But I think it will change, with you being here."

   "How does all that make her fail so figure me out?"

   "Oh, right, sorry, the point is, since she was so opposed to going nude
from an early age, granny never bothered to tell her about the part of
keeping it up longer by looking younger.  So she doesn't have the edge that
helped me figure it out."

   "Another thing, why didn't your granny involve my granny?"

   "I have no idea.  They are friendly towards each other, but not really
close.  They lived in different towns for a long time, and your granny is
only my great aunt two and a half times removed, so I never thought it
odd."

   -------------------------------------

   They arrived to Granny Jones' house, which used to be a farmhouse, which
it still was in all respects except the actual farming business; the land
had long ago been sold to boost other local farms to a more profitable
size.

   The girls dismounted and leaned their bikes against the wall, but when
Kimmy wanted to go inside, Ally stopped her.

   "Wait, you're not dressed for first contact."

   "Huh?"

   "I think you should meet her naked."

   "But why?"

   "It's appropriate for a Johnson girl, that's why."

   "What if I don't want to meet every new person in this town with nothing
on?"

   "So what if you did?  Nothing wrong with it!"

   "If there's nothing wrong with it, join me, Miss
I-never-dared-to-be-too-open-about-it."

   Before Ally could reply, however, Granny Jones came out, having heard
the argument.

   "Hey Granny", Ally began before Granny Jones could say something
herself, "meet my friend Kimmy, grandchild of Granny Johnson."

   "That certainly explains the talk about nudity that alerted me to your
presence."

   "Kimmy was wondering whether it'd be OK to go ahead and meet you naked
even if you never met before.  She needs a refresher course in Johnson girl
behaviour, I think."

   "If that's so, why are you still dressed?", Kimmy retorted.

   "Girls, girls, please stop arguing, you're welcome to wear or not wear
whatever you want, each of you." Following this, Kimmy and Ally looked at
each other, then simultaneously decided to get naked, as if on a mutual
dare.

   Next, they all went inside and gathered around the big table.  Granny
Jones served cake and hot chocolate, and over a long conversation, Granny
Jones and Ally were filled in on Kimmy's adventures so far, and Kimmy was
filled in about backgrounds.  At one point, Kimmy slipped from "Miss Jones"
to "Granny Alice", since she was Alice's granny, and it turned out her name
was indeed Alice, with Ally being named after her.  Granny Alice rather
liked this over the less personal "Miss Jones", and as a way for Kimmy to
avoid having two persons called "Granny".

   It was getting later over all the talking, so it was suggested for Kimmy
to stay over night, so the girls could have an impromptu sleepover and as
much of the next day as they liked before Kimmy would return home.

   While Kimmy phoned home to give notice, Granny Alice went outside to
fetch the dresses the girls had carelessly left there.  Kimmy's happened to
be one of her old sleep-shirts, and Granny Alice found a spot that had
become damaged, maybe while riding the bike, or maybe just because the
fabric was old.  She insisted to wash and mend the dress, and promised it
would be ready before Kimmy would leave the next day.



   Kimmy part 10

   Eventually, the girls went up to their room.  The house was easily big
enough for everyone to have her own room, but Ally and Kimmy decided to
share and have a proper sleepover.  Kimmy of course had brought nothing to
wear to bed, so she simply flopped onto the large bed after her first
indoor-shower in a long time.  Ally decided to do the same, and after a lot
of talking and being silly, they fell asleep.  They woke up the next
morning cuddled up together.

   While Ally was busy in the bathroom, Kimmy went to talk to Granny Alice,
planning to secure her help and advice.  She explained how she wanted to be
the one pushing the envelope so Mom and Granny would have to restrict her
wisely rather than pushing her at the most inconvenient times.  She also
explained how she tried to simply get "fully dressed" again but found that
she did not like that option very much any more.

   Kimmy was especially hoping to be less often caused to be naked when
meeting people for the first time.  Granny Alice suggested that Kimmy
should make a point of wanting to be naked at every appropriate and
especially inappropriate opportunity.  That way, her Mom and Granny would
have to restrain rather than push her, making Kimmy the active part and
giving her control to avoid the unpleasant bits.  Kimmy understood the
reasoning, but was not sure if it would work out.

   Granny Alice also suggested that in the evening, Kimmy should start by
riding her bike home naked.  Before they could discuss this any further,
however, Ally left the bathroom, freshly showered, and re-joined them.

   After a lazy breakfast, the girls went to explore the woods.  This
forest, of course, did not belong to Granny Alice, who only owned the house
and garden.  Exploring, of course, in this case largely meant that Ally
showed Kimmy around.  After a good while of horsing around and climbing
trees, they arrived at a pond and decided to have a swim.

   A jetty had been constructed at the pond to serve as a platform for
swimmers, and the pair of naked girls used it to dry in the sun after their
desire for swimming and water-related horseplay had been momentarily
satisfied.  Somewhat exhausted, they dozed away in the sun, and did not
hear the approaching car until it came to a halt on the patch of grass that
served as parking space and turning area for any cars that happened to
drive to the pond.

   The driver was a girl of barely 18, and the three younger kids that came
with her, two boys and one girl, were quite apparently her siblings.  Their
bags could only have been more indicative of their plans if "beach day" had
been written on them in large letters.

   If the unexpected arrival of the car had been a sudden point of
excitement in Kimmy's and Ally's time at the pond, what followed was
decidedly anticlimactic.  The newly arrived group were not bothered at all
by what to them was a pair of naked little girls.  The younger three
quarters of them decided to skinny dip as well, only the oldest girl, the
one who had driven, changed into a rather modest bikini.  Playing together
in the water, everybody became fast friends.

   Nobody questioned that everybody was nude bar one, until Kimmy finally
did, giving in to her curiosity.  At the time, the older girl simply
pointed out the age difference, but from then on, her younger siblings
would pester and tease her about it until she finally gave in, commenting
that nobody but them was present anyway.

   When finally everybody had had enough water for the day, and before they
parted, Kimmy and Ally were invited to visit their new friends and their
parents the following evening.

   --------------------------------------------------

   Kimmy stopped by Granny Alice's house to retrieve her bike and clothes,
but decided to heed her advice and ride her bike home naked.  This was her
first naked bike ride - aside from her early practice, which didn't count -
and she found it to be a very pleasant experience.

   She told Mom and Granny all about the visit to the two Alices.  She
decided to give Granny Alice's plan a try, and managed to give the
impression of having been eager to be naked as much as possible.  It was
easier than she thought.

   ------------------------------------------

   The next morning, Kimmy awoke in good spirits and hurried to the
kitchen, where Mom already was, as well as Granny, who seemed to have
become a regular for breakfast.  It turned out that neither Mom nor Granny
would be able to give Kimmy a ride to her new friends, because they both
needed to be at a meeting of the PTA and school board that evening.  Kimmy
assured them this was no problem, glad that she had her bike to rely on for
transportation now.

   After breakfast Kimmy went to have her morning shower outside, while Mom
went to the walk-in wardrobe she shared with Kimmy to get ready for work.
She then locked the door, as it was faulty and would not stay closed
otherwise.  As she so often did, she started to pocket the key afterwards,
but this time, her mind preoccupied with work and the evening's conference,
she did not notice and stop herself, and instead took it along to work.

   A short time later, but after Mom had already left for work, Kimmy
noticed the locked door and her own resulting lack of access to her
clothes. Pondering her options, she decided calling Mom at work was out,
since she would be too busy to come back and going there naked to fetch the
wardrobe key was not a pleasant perspective.  Going to Granny was also out,
since everything clothing-like she ever left at Granny's house was long
since returned for laundry, and Granny was guaranteed to declare her own
clothes as unsuitable for a "little girl", even if they could be made to
fit.

   Finally she had the idea to call Ally, whose clothes were almost
guaranteed to fit her.  It turned out that Ally didn't have access to her
car that day and would be using her bike, just like Kimmy.  It was
therefore decided that it did not make sense for Ally to take a detour to
the Johnson farm, and would instead bring a change of clothes for Kimmy
directly to the house of their new friend's parents.  This was not a
problem since they had been told that said parents wouldn't be home before
a certain time, and they would both arrive a bit sooner than that.  Their
new friends themselves had already seen Kimmy naked, so that was no big
deal, Ally insisted.

   Kimmy would have been happy to not have to resort to getting some
non-summer-clothes out of storage, except that would have involved breaking
her own resolution and probably also her word, so it would only have
occurred to her after running out of all other options, and then spending
some more time thinking on the problem.

   ------------------------------------------

   Kimmy left the farm a bit early, anxious that she might misjudge speed
and travel time or take a wrong turn somewhere.  Of course, as always when
such precautions are actually taken, they turn out to be unnecessary, and
Kimmy arrived ahead of schedule.  Her route had been leading exclusively
through back roads, rather than through town, even without particularly
planning for it.  As a result, her journey had been completely uneventful
without any encounters.  Still, naked bike riding had not yet become boring
to Kimmy, so it was all good.

   As predicted by Ally, nobody was concerned be Kimmy's nudity, and after
Kimmy filled everyone in on her arrangement with Ally, it was decided to
spend the waiting time by watching TV.  Of course, everybody was clothed
when Kimmy arrived, and since they had no reason to get naked themselves,
Kimmy stayed the only one sans clothes.  At first it felt a bit strange to
be the only naked one among a group of people watching TV, but since humans
in general can't stay perpetually embarrassed about the same thing without
perpetual reminders, it soon felt normal to her.

   The reminder came in form of an engine sound, and Ally then being
informed that it was the parent's car.

   "Oh shit, they're early, I'm not dressed yet."

   "Hurry, come on upstairs, it's not too late yet!, the oldest girl said,
and dragged the naked Kimmy upstairs, where she tossed her something from a
closet quickly.  It turned out to be a large, plain white T-shirt.  "Sorry,
can't give you anything else, or they might recognize it and ask question."

   There would have been no time for Kimmy to try and improve her impromptu
wardrobe anyway, since the parents had already entered the house, asked
their kids (well, the downstairs ones) if any of their guests had already
arrived, and upon being answered, asked to meet Kimmy.

   After introductions, the mother wondered whether Kimmy wasn't a bit too
old for such a short dress, and Kimmy reflexively responded by saying that
her Mom and Granny didn't think so.  The mother then apologized for having
mistaken Kimmy for older.  Kimmy was relieved to be off the hook, but also
cringed inwardly that she again was mistaken for younger, and at what
amounted to her own insistence, no less.

   Literally minutes after, Ally arrived, having dawdled at home and
thereby missing her calculated departure time by a nwrrow yet decissive
margin.  She had brought Kimmy's clothes, but of course now it was too late
for a change; Ally picked up on the situation in time and left the clothes
outside.

   After the parents had met Ally, they suggested that since it would still
be light outside for a good while, the kids could go play in the garden or
use the hot tub.

   "Aww, I brought no swimming suit", Kimmy and Ally nearly simultaneously
complained.

   "Kimmy, does your Mom require you to wear a swimming suit yet?"

   "Not when I swim at our lake."

   "Then you don't need to do so here, either.  In fact, all of you are
young enough to be suit-less if you want, even when leaving the hot tub for
the garden.  Except for Kate and Ally, of course.  Ally, you can use one of
Kate's spare swimsuits."

   The "home team" all gave the impression that they were familiar with
this arrangement, leading Kimmy and Ally to conclude that this was normal
for the family and had only been spelled out for the guests' benefit. 
Kimmy felt very embarrassed that she was classified as a little kid while
her not much more developed friend Ally got the adult treatment.  But as
before, she soon got used to it, except for a few occasions where Ally or
one of their new friends would point it out, to either good-naturedly rib
Kimmy about it or to make fun of the situation for everyone to laugh.

   Overall, though, Kimmy had to admit that it was rather pleasant to not
have to bother with a wet suit when they were doing party games in the
garden, and she even used this as a comeback against Ally.

   This went on for a bit over an hour, then the doorbell rang.  It turned
out to be the neighbours from across the street, a couple of about middle
age, a bit older than their friend's parents.  They explained that due to
the nice weather, they had spontaneously decided on a barbecue, and equally
spontaneously decided that this would be even nicer with some friends, so
they thought to invite one of the neighbour families.  After they had been
introduced to Kimmy and Ally, with Kimmy of course still naked and wet from
the hot tub, the invitation was extended to them.

   The inviting couple explained to Kimmy, with a tone of voice appropriate
to delivering excellent news, that up here in this somewhat remote street,
they were still following the old ways, so it was OK for Kimmy to not
bother dressing just to cross the street.  Since nobody else of the naked
faction made a move to disagree, Kimmy simply had to go along with it as
well.

   The barbecue was a very pleasant event, and extended well past sunset. A
new humiliation lay in store for Kimmy at its end though.  While Ally was
allowed to ride home, Kimmy was believed to be too young to leave alone
after dark.  After a quick call to Mom, it was agreed that the simplest
resolution would for her to stay the night.

   ---------------------------------------------

   Kimmy somewhat involuntary but by no means unpleasant overnight stay
fortunately helped to solve some logistical problems, as she could leave
the borrowed T-shirt where it belonged and ride home in the clothes brought
by Ally.  Of course, Kimmy in theory could have went home naked, leaving
Ally to take home the extra set of clothes that were hers anyway.

   However, Ally decided that there was no reason to push things like that,
and Kimmy was happy to agree.  Besides, it turned out that the sandals
included in the outfit where the ones that went missing when Kimmy had met
Ally and her mother in a dinner, which was now revealed to be a practical
joke executed by Ally.

   But when Kimmy was under way on her bike, something felt wrong.  Not
only had she been naked most of the previous day and also for the night,
but most of her total bike-riding was done naked as well.  Even though she
was able to ride the bike just fine, it still felt as if her clothes where
being a hindrance.  In particular, she couldn't quite decide whether she
wanted to pedal using the soles of her sandals, or put her toes on the
pedal, making use of the fact her footwear was open-toed.

   She finally, already out of sight of the family she had visited, decided
to just ditch the sandals.  While at it, she also decided to get rid of the
skirt, as a third option to sitting on it or letting it fall around the
saddle.  Her top was not really that much of a hindrance or annoyance, but
she took it off anyway, leaving her naked on her bike, convinced that this
was the way bikes really should be ridden.



   Kimmy part 11a

   The evening after Kimmy returned home from her overnight stay, she gave
a detailed recount of the events to Mom and Granny over dinner.  Mom seemed
particularly amused when Kimmy recounted how she did not know how to handle
her sandals when riding her bike.  Kimmy inwardly rolled her eyes when she
realized that Mom apparently still was believing Kimmy to be too concerned
about footwear.  Mom was of course being silly; it was one of those parent
things, similar to how a daughter could ask for a certain flavour of soft
drink just to try it, and then spend months convincing her parent that it's
not her new favourite just because of that.  Kimmy decided to help along
normalisation by stating that she had resolved to solve the issue by always
riding her bike barefoot.

   Conversation moved on, and Kimmy was told that at the recent PTA
meeting, the school principal had expressed the wish to meet Kimmy.  As it
turned out, transfer students were so rare in town - read, unheard of -
that no procedures existed and Kimmy would receive all necessary
instruction and information in person while the paperwork would be taken
care of.

   ---------------------------------------------

   The appointment with the school was in the early afternoon, so Kimmy had
enough time to un-storage a school-appropriate outfit.  She had previously
discussed said outfit with Granny and Mom, not only because Granny knew the
principal, but also because Kimmy needed some confirmation, since otherwise
prematurely removing clothes from their storage would have felt like
breaking a vow.  Mom had even agreed with the shoes for the outfit without
any fuss, which was a relief for Kimmy since it meant that she no longer
obsessed about the whole footwear business.

   Rummaging through the clothes she herself had put into storage, and
according to what she had, at her own suggestion, agreed upon with Mom and
Granny, she assembled what at her old school had been called an
"overachiever outfit".  This consisted of blouse, modest (about knee
length) skirt and smart shoes.  Among the students, it was seen as either
snobbish or frumpy, depending on the attitude of the wearer, but among the
teachers, when worn by student with good grades, it was seen as stylish. 
Given this background, Kimmy would not be seen dead wearing this as
ordinary school wear, but considered it perfect for a first impression when
meeting a school official.

   Kimmy particularly liked the shoes.  They were made from shiny black
leather, making them look smart and dressy, but if Kimmy had to name one
single thing she liked about the shoe, it would have been the heel.  The
heel was the opposite of narrow, not meant to look sexy at all, and
actually relatively comfortably to walk in, but what it did was add
noticeably to Kimmy's height.  With the heels, she looked like a smart
young woman, without them, like a little girl playing dress-up in Mommy's
clothes.

   Kimmy tried various socks and stockings, but found none that supported
the desired image.  Lacking hose, she decided to leave her legs bare.  A
bra was equally absent from the final choice of outfit, but given Kimmy's
figure, not actually lacking.

   After a final and satisfying look into the mirror, Kimmy looked at the
clock and found she still had lots of time to kill, and sat down on the
couch for some reading after also having turned on the TV.  As she settled
on the couch, she went for a sideways slouch, taking her shoes off so as
not to dirty the upholstery.

   While she was absorbed by reading whatever it is that teenagers read,
Granny came in to tell her that the plumber, or actually his son or nephew
would have time that day to finally fix the broken shower.  Granny said
that she would oversee the repairs herself, so Kimmy only registered that
she was not required to do anything and quickly forgot about the whole
thing again.

   Kimmy shifted positions several times while reading, and eventually
noticed that her panties were somehow not sitting right.  Quickly
readjusting them, the annoying problem soon returned, so Kimmy decided to
simply take them off to later put them back on properly.

   A short time later, she heard Granny entering the front door,
accompanied by someone with a male voice.  Seeing her panties on the table,
Kimmy quickly grabbed them.  She stood up and tried to straighten her
clothing to look presentable.  As for the panties, she simply dropped them
and pushed under the couch with one bare foot, removing them from sight.

   Her teenage girl instict had been absolutely correct in causing her to
try and look her best, for the male voice turned out to be what was
casually referred to as a total hunk, and the ideal age, too  -" high
school senior or possibly college freshman.

   While the guy - nephew of the resident plumber and, as it turned out,
earning a bit extra with his uncle during his college's summer break - was
fixing the shower, Kimmy went along, with the intention to flirt. 
Unfortunately, while she and Granny were standing in the bathroom watching
him prepare his equipment, Granny pointed out an untucked edge of Kimmy's
blouse.  It must've come loose during the couch-slouch, or while hastily
trying to straighten her apparel.  Afraid that Granny might further
embarrass her by trying to re-dress her like a small child incapable of
doing it herself, Kimmy quickly hastened to do it herself, despite the
college guy in the room.

   He only smiled though, and also reacted to her conversation in a quite
friendly way.  But when he left, he ruffled her hair and called her a
squirt!  It was only then that a rapidly blushing Kimmy remembered her
still bare feet and realized that her assessment of looking like a child
playing dress-up without her shoes had been only too correct.

   Before Kimmy had a chance to get over it though, Granny announced that
because of the shower repairs, they now had to hurry for the appointment in
school.  Now of course, given Granny's trademark slow and careful driving
style, having to "hurry" was relative, but it still meant that Kimmy was
barely given time to grab her shoes before being ushered into Granny's car.

   Mere moments after Granny had started driving, Kimmy noticed something
wrong, even if it was just a minor annoyance.  Not used to sitting in a car
wearing skirts, she had come to sit on it awkwardly.  She quickly raised
her butt and straightened the skirt out under her, believing the issue to
be be resolved.  However, Granny had noticed the movement.

   "At the school, I'll go ahead to meet te principal so we can keep the
appointed time, while you use the extra bit of time to adjust your clothing
with the help of the mirror in a bathroom.  Then I'll bring her back to the
entrance where we can meet up again."

   "That's not necessary Granny, it's fine now."

   "Better be safe than sorry dear, now take that skirt off before you get
wrinkles in it."

   Inwardly sighing, Kimmy took off the skirt, leaving her riding the car
in only her blouse.  Her bad mood didn't last for more than a moment
though, because riding the car in only her blouse didn't feel bad at all.
In fact, and in accordance with her resolution to take control via a more
active role, she took of the blouse as well, after neatly folding the skirt
first.  She then folded the blouse as well, putting it on top of the skirt,
and smiled broadly at Granny.  Granny smiled back.

   Even the nicest naked car ride ends at the destination though, and
Granny and Kimmy both got out of the car and headed inside the school
building, Kimmy wearing her folded blouse and skirt in one hand, her shoes
in the other.  It occured to her that this was the first time she set foot
into her new school, and she was doing it naked.  Which fitted with her
overall summer experience, she thought.

   Once inside, Granny headed straight to the principal's office to fetch
its eponymous occupant, Kimmy headed into the nearest bathroom to get
dressed again, but first she put her shoes onto the floor so she had a free
hand for the door.

   In the bathroom, Kimmy got properly dressed again.  Except for not
wearing underwear, of course, but that couldn't be seen.  And also except
for her shoes, but those were just outside.  Smartly dressed yet barefoot,
she padded out of the bathroom to complete her outfit with her height-
increasing shoes.

   Just as she was about to bend and pick them up, something caught her
eye, though.  The shoes momentarily forgotten, curious Kimmy walked over to
a stand with info brochures whose title she had to read twice to be sure.
The flyer, manufactured on a school office printer, was obviously intended
for the students, once they returned from summer break.  In it, the dress
code was explained.

   Or rather, the continued absence of one.  It was explained that the
school and the PTA noticed the re-appearance of "casual" clothes for
youths, and approved on grounds of this being a more healthy development
than an ever-increasing brand clothes competition.  The absence of a dress
code or any other minimum requirements for clothes was now even explicitly
in the rules.  Well, almost any other requirements, as certain - still
rather skimpy - minimums were asked of students that were visibly past
puberty.

   Adding two and two, Kimmy concluded that the PTA and school board
contained a large proportion of people who were overexposed to Kimmy and
those inspired by her, and were swayed by Granny and Mom at the last
meeting to set in stone and actively support the school's nudity-friendly
dress code.  What's more, the provision about rules only applying after
puberty became "visible", presented as a safeguard against ever
younger-maturing offspring, could be seen in the other direction as well,
still allowing Kimmy to be naked, possible with her and Ally the only naked
ones in their grade.

   Kimmy was in two minds about this development, the main drawback being
that this might mean that even at school, were everybody theoretically knew
her age, she might be treated as less mature than her fellows.  Distracted
by these thoughts, Kimmy neglected to put her shoes back on before Granny
arrived with the principal.

   "Don't like the uncomfortable shoes?", the principal, a good-natured
woman close to pension age, asked.

   Kimmy, awaking from her reverie, quickly tried to step into them while
holding up the flyer, starting to explain: "I was just..."

   "Oh, I see you found out about our new clothing policy already", the
principal interrupted her, "In which case, don't let me stop you from
continuing to undress."



   Kimmy part 11b

   At this point, Kimmy reasoned, going along with the principal's
assumptions was going to be the easier route, especially since she was
obviously very OK with it.  And it wasn't like she would meet a lot of
people in a school building during summer break.  Kimmy simply removed her
skirt and blouse again and stood naked.  Neatly folding the garments, she
handed them to Granny for safekeeping, who also took the shoes.

   "Mmm, I must admit", the principal said, half to herself and half to
Granny, "she really does seem to look young enough to not need clothing. 
Let me get a closer look?"

   With this request and some prompting from Granny, Kimmy stood while the
principal took a closer look at her, occasionally shifting a bit as
required.

   "Stands up to closer inspection as well.  I was eventually able to see
the signs of her, well, let's call it her mathematical age, but only
because I was looking for them.  She'll keep passing the new decency
requirements for some time to come.  I dare say with her build and looks,
she'll need to keep showing her ID at the liquor counter until she gets
wrinkles and grey hair.  Well, as per the law even then, but you get what I
mean."

   Naked Kimmy was then taken on an extended tour of all the school's
facilities, both indoors and outdoors.  For the most part, it went as Kimmy
had expected, and knowing her way around would certainly come in handy when
school started again.

   There was, however, one thing Kimmy had not taken into account.  When
she decided that stripping would be easier than giving a long, complicated
explanation and making a fool of herself in the process, she had assumed
that the school would be virtually empty over the summer.  She can be
excused this assumption, since most students never set foot into a school
building during summer break, nor are they much exposed to the reasons why
people would still be present.  But of course, the assumption is wrong
regardless.  Nobody with a paid job gets that much free time.

   During the first part of the guided tour, Kimmy only saw two
groundskeepers, one for inside the buildings, the other working at the
outdoor facilities.  But contact to them was limited to a sighting from
relatively far away.  However, when the real estate tour had ended, the
staff tour only began, for Kimmy was introduced to every single teacher she
would have lessons with, including the coach for general physical
education.

   Most of them were astonished at the grade Kimmy was going to be in,
having estimated her to be too young for it.  The general tone after this
first astonishment was praise for not considering herself too old and too
cool to go along with the new dress code ideas.  Kimmy enjoyed being
praised, but it also reminded her that there might be peer pressure
regarding what the students should wear, and she'd need to find out the
student body's usual attire before school started again.

   Three teachers had a reaction that was not a mere variation on this
pattern.  Miss Ackerman, a young teacher for social sciences, stood up from
her desk work to greet the group as it entered her office.  Kimmy noted
that Miss Ackerman's feet were briefly fishing for her shoes, which she had
slipped off, before she raised.  The young teacher at first misunderstood
the implications of the discrepancy between Kimmy's looks and grade,
mistaking her for some kind of girl genius.  Blushing slightly, Kimmy
explained that she merely looked young and was in fact a very average
student.

   Miss Ackerman was disappointed by this, because, as she pointed out, she
loved to watch a classes' reaction to unusual students.  She then
brightened again when another idea hit her, and she suggested for Kimmy to
attend school naked at least in the beginning.  Kimmy diplomatically
explained that while she greatly enjoyed nudity, she was not so fanatical
about it that she would insist on being naked if it was unwanted or even
seen as a sign of social maladjustment: "I dunno, it sounds cool and all,
but what if they all really hate me for acting like a freak over the whole
dress code thing?"

   Kimmy however stood no real chance against the sheer joyful enthusiasm
and friendly disposition of the young teacher, who really wanted to find
out exactly how casual one could dress given a waiving of any official
rules and a general air of harmlessness.  And before long, Kimmy had agreed
to a plan where she would come to school on the first day dressed lightly,
and then get naked, as casually as possible, after Miss Ackerman explicitly
told the class such a clothing choice was OK with both her personally and
the school rules.

   When Kimmy left the room, she inwardly shook her head at having just
become part of a clandestine "naked in school" conspiracy, even though the
devious master plan merely consisted of her and perhaps a few others
continuing her habits from the summer, and seeing if it would fly.  The
fact that the social sciences teacher considered success to be possible had
at least dispersed Kimmy's latent fears that there might be an adverse, or
even hostile, peer reaction.  That some felt "too old and too cool" to go
along with certain things was apparently to be taken at face value, nothing
sinister about it.  Be that as it may, Kimmy's approach to school nudity
had somehow turned from a cautious to an envelope-pushing one.

   An adverse, read hostile, reaction however did come, from the English
teacher, the old, stern and spinster-like Mrs.  Campbell.  She left no
doubt that she didn't like Kimmy's nudity, saying that it would have a bad
effect on the boys, and also all but saying that she thought this was
Kimmy's intention.  She outright demanded that proper clothing be worn in
her classes at all times.

   The last of the three was the coach, who joked upon seeing Kimmy that at
least he would be able to see how fit she was.  His lack of surprise was
explained by him with already having seen Kimmy naked and near-naked in
public over the course of the summer.  His jovial comment however prompted
Granny to inquire about his views on naked exercising, and he promptly
declared that on a purely practical level, it would probably be a good
thing.  The buzzword "practical" made Granny beam.

   He however made two qualifications.  The first being that Kimmy was OK
with it, which the naked girl found very sympathetic of him.  The other she
expexted to be, given the way he started the phrase and given Mrs. 
Campbell's antagonistic speech to be something about her not doing it to
seduce the boys.  Instead it was: "As for the boys, well fortunately they
won't be too distracted by her yet".

   After this little cold shower, Kimmy was led to the school secretary for
the paperwork necessary to complete her transfer.  Since this was something
Granny, not having much knowledge of Kimmy's prior schooling nor about the
local school current procedure, could not help with, and since the
secretary was more than capable to handle it on her own, the principal
suggested she and Granny should not breath down Kimmy's neck.

   While Kimmy was busy filling out forms, the school secretary spoke up:
"Clothes only hide the character."

   "Really, you think?", Kimmy asked curiously.

   "Actually, no, not really.  I was just looking for something to say.  I
like proverbs." After a pause, she added: "So, why?"

   It took Kimmy a moment to catch on.  "Why am I naked?  Well I guess you
can say because I could, that is, I was offered to.  You see, I'm naked a
lot at home, and, well, somehow the principal caught me in the hall with my
shoes off and the "no dress code" leaflet in my hands, so she assumed I was
about to strip and encouraged me to go ahead."

   "And you simply took off every stitch?  Why not simply explain things?"

   "Well, I didn't want to have to explain, it was too awkward."

   "You didn't seem to mind right now."

   "That's different, this is afterwards."

   "Why not just say barefoot was as far as you wanted to get, or at least
take off less than everything?

   "Oh.  Errm.", was Kimmy's reply, which was fully enough to convey to the
school secretary the reason why Kimmy never really considered to disappoint
the principal's expectations.

   The topic was not followed further, and while having a bit of
small-talk, Kimmy finished the forms and then left the office to return
home with Granny, who was waiting at the car.  Passing an otherwise
deserted corridor, she thought she saw someone almost move into view, then
that someone actually did.  It was Miss Ackerman, notably not wearing
anything.  She acting as if nothing was amiss, and the two naked ones
simply passed each other with a friendly nod.

   ---------------------------------------

   Kimmy saw no reason to dress for the ride back home, and Granny was
certainly not the person to hold her back in this regard.  The car had
barely stopped when the naked girl jumped out and ran to the phone in order
to call Ally, who was only too eager to join what between them, they now
"officially" called the "naked in school conspiracy".

   Kimmy was still naked when over dinner, she told Mom all about her day.
Mom was delighted, and actively helped with suggestions.  One was that
Kimmy should, since her teachers didn't all react the same, wear an outfit
whose parts she could easily stow into her book-bag.  A T-shirt and shorts
were agreed upon, which she could wear separately or combined.

   "But what do I do with the clothes that I put away for school now?",
Kimmy inquired, her tone making it clear that even if she asked, she did
not consider it a major problem.

   "Well, you either just keep them put away until you need them", Mom
replied in the same tone, "or you hold a garage sale."



   Kimmy part 12

   It was once again Saturday, the weekend after Kimmy's preview of her new
school.  Mom didn't have to work, so she, Granny and Kimmy were sitting on
the porch and playing cards.  Needless to say, the two older women were
dressed, if casually, while Kimmy was, as was now usual, not wearing a
stitch.  Ally, who by now had a standing invitation, was approaching them,
having ridden over on her bike.  The friend and co-conspirator of Kimmy was
dressed in short-shorts and a T-shirt, her feet were bare.  She greeted
everyone with an energetic wave, her skin still glowing from having ridden
as fast as she could.

   "Hey there Kimmy, losing to the card sharks again?", she addressed her
naked friend.

   "I'm not losing, what makes you think so?", a puzzled Kimmy replied.

   Ally however dropped the subject and joined the group at the table,
gossiping as they all kept playing cards, even though no-one was keeping
score.  Along with the subject, Ally had dropped her clothes, ending
Kimmy's status as the only one naked.

   "Granny, have any other jobs come up for me?", Kimmy eventually asked
among the mutual updating.

   "Sorry dear, nothing yet, you'll be in debt some more", Granny replied,
causing Kimmy to blush as this was so bluntly stated in front of Ally.

   "Hey, how about a bikini car wash?  The timing would be perfect!  And it
certainly would pay back any advances you got on your allowance", Ally came
to the aid of her friend, excited at the thought of doing what she had just
suggested.

   "Kimmy doesn't have a bikini", Mom objected, "only a one-piece, and it
only fits because she hasn't grown or filled out much in quite some time."

   Kimmy groaned inwardly at having this mentioned, even though she knew it
was probably also true about Ally unless her friend's mom kept buying new
suits anyway.

   "I don't have one either", Ally now confessed, "my mother always bought
me one-piece suits, and now allows me to skinny-dip as long as the others
do it too, but I never had a bikini.  The bikinis are not essential anyway,
just a good way to present the idea in three words."

   "No need for bikinis at all, girls", Granny took over, "Kimmy has some
shorts similar to yours, if you both wear them it makes you look like a
team and is much more true to the Johnson girl style."

   This was met with approval from everyone.  It was soon agreed that the
perfect spot would be the parking area at Moira's, and that the girls would
work from around noon into the early afternoon to catch a lot of lunch
customers.  A quick phone call later Moira, too, had agreed to the plan. 
Kimmy and Ally stormed off to gather the needed accessories.

   "Is it weird that I was relieved when we agreed on just shorts rather
than full bikinis?", Mom asked once the girls were out of earshot.

   "No.  Skin coverage means nothing.  If it were otherwise, they could
just as well have worn sets of underwear instead of bikinis.  Also, Kimmy
can still get away with swimming naked, so it's only natural you can't see
a good reason for her to have and wear a bikini regardless."

   "Speaking of clothes she doesn't wear, I've been meaning to ask you, how
are the chances of reducing her surplus clothing in a garage or jumble
sale?"

   "Mhmm, I haven't thought about that, but you're right, it'll be good for
her if she doesn't have to worry about these stored clothes and try to find
a reason to wear them again.  I'll speak to her when I have a good solution
to get rid of them."

   Meanwhile, the girls were raiding the entire premises for everything
that could be used in washing a car.  Luckily, they had been given
permission by Granny to use her stuff too, since Mom's supplies were barely
adequate to wash her own car every once in a while.

   The next step was to prepare several signs advertising the "Johnson
Girl's Car Wash".  As they lounged on the floor of Kimmy's room painting,
Ally, suddenly puzzled by something, looked at her still naked friend and
then around the room.

   "Don't you have a wardrobe or something?  where do you keep your
clothes?"

   "Mom and I keep them in the walk-in closet across the corridor."

   Ally stopped working immediately to go and have a look.  "Where you in
the habit of wearing your mom's clothes, or did you already dress like you
do now even before moving here?"

   "Neither", Kimmy laughed, "I stored the ordinary stuff away over the
summer.  To free up space for the music system Granny gave me."

   "Neat, I wish I'd have such an excuse.  I'd make sure that everything I
don't like would happen to end up in the stored pile!"

   The girls eventually finishes all their preparations and loaded
everything into Mom's car.  When Kimmy therefore declared them ready to go,
Ally replied by waving two pairs of shorts, which made Kimmy realize they
were both still naked.  Taking no other clothes than their respective
shorts, the girls where then driven over to Moira's Dinner by Mom.

   The parking lot still looked rather empty when they headed inside to say
hello to Moira, Kimmy and Ally running ahead of Mom.

   "Welcome, girls.  You're still a bit early, it's mostly empty.  Why
don't you have a milk-shake on the house first?"

   "Umm", Ally began, looking first at Moira, then at Mom, "is it OK if I
undress for my shake?  It's not fair that Kimmy is the only one of us who
ever got to be naked in here." Receiving two nods, Ally quickly stripped
off her shorts and stood naked.  "Come on Kimmy, you too!  It's twice the
fun together."

   "No thanks, done that already!  And I'd be dressing again soon anyway."

   Ally winked at Mom, and when Kimmy looked at her mother, half on reflex
and half trying to figure out what it meant, Ally suddenly pulled down her
friend's shorts.  Of course, right at this very moment a family chose to
enter the previously empty dinner, mom, dad, and two daughters.  The
younger girl was about as old as Kimmy looked, the older girl was about 18.
They were soon followed by more customers, this time familiar ones: Lisa's
complete family.

   The timing was rather bad, with the new family having seen the moment of
de-pantsing, causing Kimmy to turn bright red as she imagined what they
might think of her now.  Luckily, she had tons of friends present who could
explain everything.  Since everybody else apparently already knew everybody
else, the explanation seamlessly turned into the introduction, with a
freshly naked Kimmy finding herself shaking hands with people she just met.
Then, over some milk-shakes which had meanwhile arrived, the new family
soaked up every little anecdote anyone in the room could tell about Kimmy's
antics so far, sparing no embarrassing detail.

   Soon enough though, Ally and Kimmy were back in their shorts and
unloading Mom's car, filling buckets, connecting a hose to a tap, hanging
up their ad signs and whatever else was necessary, all done in record time
it seemed.  Business soon picked up, with most of the customers being
patrons of the dinner.

   About an hour in, Lisa drove onto the parking lot where the girls were
working.  Both her family and the Smith family - the acquaintances from
earlier - had at that point already finished and left.  Lisa climbed out of
her car and explained that her sister and the younger Smith girl, which
Kimmy remembered was called Charlene, or Charlie for short, were eager to
join Kimmy and Ally.  They would have done so sooner but needed to change
into shorts matching those worn by the two Johnson girls.

   Business was good that day and even with the shares of Ally and the
other girls Kimmy would be out of debt.  Nothing noteworthy happened until
the scheduled end of the car wash.

   Close to the end though, Kimmy had her first run-in with the local
police when a genuine car of the county sheriff's force pulled up in the
parking lot.  From it emerged the sheriff himself.  He was older, somewhere
between middle age and retirement, and looked jovial enough.  Still, Kimmy
was sure she was now "busted", even if she didn't quite know what her
crimes would be called.

   Luckily, the sheriff had other ideas: "Well, it certainly looks like the
Johnson girls are really back!  I still remember Granny Johnson's own kids.
I'll have my car washed, please." Then he turned to Ally: "And Alice, since
you're the oldest, see to it that the others don't get overboard, OK?"

   Kimmy did want to correct this misconception, but was still too stunned
from the shock of seeing the police car appear.  When she had recovered and
her shock had faded, so had her indignation of once again being taken for
younger, so the equation was still tipped in favour of staying quiet. 
Humiliating as it was, being thought of as unaccountable by the police
force might not be too bad.

   Even while Kimmy pondered whether or not to speak up, she and Ally had
begun to wash the sheriff -(TM)s car.  While they were still busy, Lisa
came to pick up the other two girls.  Suddenly, Ally tripped over a bucket,
Kimmy being unable to tell whether her friend had been uncharacteristically
clumsy or whether someone else had kicked it over in the commotion.  Be
that as it may, Ally tripped and fell, right into the puddle made by the
bucket's former content.

   Ally's shorts were now wet, prompting her to comment that she'd better
take them off.

   "That might be not such a good idea, you're already a bit old for that",
the old Sheriff interjected, "On the other hand, they are much to wet to
wear." He rubbed his chin briefly and suddenly looked at Kimmy: "Hey, why
don't you give Alice your shorts, you're younger and it's no big deal if
you run around nekkid."

   Kimmy was at a loss.  If she tried to clear things up now, she might be
accused of just not wanting to help, or be considered as a little girl
telling tall tales.  Hoping that the embarrassment would be over more
quickly if she kept playing along, she unbuttoned her shorts, dropped them
and, with a dexterity she had already developed in her short time living
naked on the Johnson Farm, picked them up with her toes to avoid bending.

   The shorts-exchange now complete, the girls could finish the sheriff's
car, and to their dismay found that the other girls had skimped out on
cleaning up the place and left already, possibly hurried on by Lisa. 
Worse, Mom was late, forcing Kimmy to wait almost 15 minutes naked, which
the girls decided to spend inside with another round of milk-shakes.  To
their surprise, the sheriff followed them inside, intent on spending his
break there, making it impossible for Kimmy to ask for her shorts back or
for Ally to strip to equal terms.

   ---------------------------------------------

   Back on the Johnson Ranch, and after Ally had headed off on her bike,
Kimmy was informed by Granny that the Smiths had invited Kimmy to stay over
for about a week, since the Smith girls both had taken to like Kimmy and
Lisa's family had told them so much about her, too.  Also, they had told
Mom of a jumble sale they were going to attend the following day.

   "That's be the perfect opportunity to sell off all those clothes you put
in indefinite storage anyway."

   "Well", Kimmy began, "I certainly won't need those clothes during
summer." "And maybe not for school either, at first", she added after a
short thinking pause, "But eventually..."

   But Granny cut her off: "Yes, eventually you might need a different
wardrobe again, when you move off for college or when you start working. 
Or when you simply get too old.  But by that time, will those stashed-away
clothes fit your bill?  Will they even still be wearable, even stored under
good conditions?  It's not that they are special, or high quality, or
anything.  When "eventually" happens, we'll just get you a bunch of
appropriate clothing, and meanwhile, you don't have to worry."

   Kimmy had no arguments to counter this, so it was settled that the
following day, Kimmy would sell of most of her clothing.  Oddly, even
though she would never have come up with such a plan herself and even
though she initially felt a resistance reflex, she found that the knowledge
of it actually happening really didn't bother her as much as she thought it
would.  In fact, she began to quite like how Granny and Mom had taken this
needless worry from her, and for the rest of the evening, she kept working
on her sales strategy for the following day.



   Kimmy part 13

   The following morning, Kimmy, freshly showered and still naked, was
having a relaxed breakfast with her two dressed guardians.  When she heard
the Smiths' car approaching, she went to the wardrobe to get dressed,
smoothly slipping into the blouse and skirt which she almost wore to
school. She quickly grabbed her height-increasing shoes without putting
them on yet, and managed to rejoin the others before the Smith family had
fully entered the house.  She almost wished she could wear her
short-shorts, as she had lots of fun during the car wash, but was convinced
this outfit was more appropriate this time.

   Kimmy noticed the others' surprise at her choice of outfit and explained
why it was a good idea, putting down the shoes to have her hands free for
gestures.  Her main arguments were that she should wear the same style
she'd be selling and that she should look professional in order to avoid
people trying to take advantage of someone seemingly inexperienced and
naive: "Nobody's going to buy clothes from a naked person and looking like
a little girl I'd only be offered small change."

   Mom and Granny couldn't argue with that, even though Mom just had to
make a comment about how cute Kimmy would have looked selling clothes while
wearing only her short-shorts.  Ms Smith however could and did argue with
it, not attacking her reasoning but explaining that since she and her
daughters would be sellers as well, Kimmy should just join them and not
play lone wolf.  She pointed out the red T-shirts of herself and her oldest
daughter and Charlie's red dress, and held up the red T-shirt she brought
for Kimmy.

   With just a little prompting from Granny, Kimmy dropped her skirt and
stepped out of it, then removed her blouse, standing naked once more before
putting on the red T-shirt.  Everyone agreed it made an excellent dress for
her, and even though Kimmy was a little bit worried to wear it outside of
"Johnson town", she let herself be convinced that it would be fine.

   Amongst the praise for Kimmy's new dress, Ms Smith had remarked how it
suited her much better than "that disguise with the heeled shoes", which
prompted Charlie to want to try out the disguise.  Everyone agreed, out of
curiosity, and Charlie stripped naked right then and there, so eager that
Kimmy's stripping, unhesitating as it was, seemed reluctant by comparison.
Charlie then went to don the blouse, skirt and smart shoes instead.  The
act of stepping into the shoes seemed to make her grow, and everyone had to
admit that Charlie looked much more mature in that outfit than even Kimmy
had.

   Everyone who had seen Kimmy wearing them, that is.  But rather then
letting the games of dress-up continue in order to give a demonstration,
Granny just informed the Smiths that Kimmy, too, seemed to age up when
wearing them.  However, she also said that it was a good thing they
wouldn't be needed that day since, as she had noticed from the first day,
her "granddaughter" simply loved being barefoot, even if she sometimes
needed reassurance that it was socially acceptable for her. 

   With a speed and ease that might have surprised any observer, Kimmy's
surplus wardrobe was loaded into the Smiths's already somewhat packed
station wagon.  As Kimmy walked out out the house a final time to add a
bundle consisting of a pair of shorts, an extra dress, and a toothbrush,
she noticed the heeled shoes still standing in the living room.  Kimmy
looked down at her bare feet, but decided to not bother getting any other
shoes.  If, against all expectation, she should need any, she could just
take a pair of those she was about to sell.  Then, she headed out to join
the party headed off towards the jumble sale site.

   Already driving away from the farm, Ms Smith spoke in Kimmy's general
direction: "If you want, it's OK if you stay naked until we get there."
Before Kimmy could react to this, Charlie, who was sitting next to her on
the back seat, made use of the permission, stripping off the red dress she
was again wearing as well as everything else.  Kimmy of course was now
compelled to join her, she was wearing nothing but the T-shirt-dress
anyway. Ms Smith couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at the two girls.

   ----------------------------------------------------

   At the same time, back at the farm:

   "Why is it so much fun to talk her out of wearing shoes whenever she's
about to leave?", Mom asked.

   "Probably the same reason other mothers enjoy last-minute fussing with
their daughters dresses, wipe spots from their cheek with spit, and try to
improve the already perfect accessory selection even in the last minutes.
It's just that with our Kimmy, making her wear just a tad less is much more
appropriate than all these things."

   "Still, it's just the shoes.  The fuss seems a bit out of proportion
when viewed in the cold hard light."

   "I keep telling you, the amount of skin coverage means nothing.  You
can't really feel naked unless you feel the ground under your bare feet. 
Besides, she mostly only wears shorts or summer dresses, with no undies. 
Can't really take anything but the shoes."

   "I guess you are right, Kimmy wearing nothing but a pair of shoes would
be too hilarious", Mom replied, fighting back the giggles.

   ----------------------------------

   Ms Smith drove the car into a free space in the parking lot and stopped.
Charlie and Kimmy got dressed again and left the car with the others.

   "Aren't you going to put on some shoes?", Ms Smith asked the still
barefoot Kimmy.

   "I didn't bring any except those I was going to sell", Kimmy replied. 
She was going to add that she could wear a pair of those if the need should
unexpectedly arise, but she was cut short before being able to mention
this.

   "Oh right, your Granny actually said that, I just misunderstood. 
Shouldn't be a problem here, either.  In fact, you can be barefoot for your
whole stay with us, regardless of how you're otherwise dressed."

   Kimmy considered trying to clear up the misunderstanding.  She realised
that so far, following Granny's clothing guidance had never led to any
harm, and that this guidance had certainly included the message that going
without shoes was acceptable in "Johnson town" at all times.  She just
would have to see how things would work out in this new town.  She nodded
acceptance to Ms Smith, and then they went to set up their stall and
started selling their used goods.

   There was something different in this town though.  Even though Kimmy
certainly got no comments or other bad reactions to her bare feet and
T-Shirt dress, but unlike previous occasions that summer, there were no
imitators, not even when Charlie decided to skip her shoes as well to look
more like Kimmy.  There were a number of people wearing flip-flops though,
so maybe, unlike Kimmy and Charlie, they just didn't think it would make a
difference.

   -----------------------------------

   After a while, one of the potential customers suddenly addressed Kimmy:
"Excuse me, aren't you the serving girl from the picnic?"

   Kimmy stared blankly at the woman for a moment before recognising her as
the mother of the complaining girl back at the company picnic.  She nodded.

   The woman then turned to Ms.  Smith.  Kimmy didn't listen to what they
said, assuming the woman wanted to buy something or other.  Instead, after
a brief exchange between the two grown women, Ms.  Smith took Kimmy aside:
"The daughter of this woman - Brenda van Houten, I know her in passing - is
apparently a bit of what you might call a stick in the mud.  She assumed me
to be your mother and asked me how I managed to let you turn out so well. I
set her straight on the mother thing, but suggested that we could let you
and her daughter meet and maybe become friends.  She really liked that
because her daughter apparently, if temporarily, thawed a bit after
witnessing one of your adventures.  Also, she told me that it's high time,
since her younger daughter, who is your age, is apparently starting to
emulate her older sister."

   Kimmy worked out from that, since she was in fact the same age as the
older sister, that the woman, like so many others, must have taken her for
younger.  She also learned, through more reporting by Ms.  Smith, that the
plan was for her, the Smiths, and the two new girls to meet later that day,
at the lake were the picnic had been, as if both groups went there
independent of each other.  Lastly, Kimmy would also accompany the woman on
a tour around the jumble sale, to try and find some Kimmy-style clothes for
the too-conservatively-dressed daughters.

   Just as Kimmy was about to leave the stall, however, Ms.  Smith held her
back.  She explained that Kimmy was not to be seen at other stalls wearing
the "team dress".  Kimmy briefly considered changing into one of the
outfits that were up for sale, but then remembered her bundle in the car.

   Out on the parking lot, Kimmy had already undressed when she suddenly
turned to the woman:

   "Why are you buying clothes for your daughters at a jumble sale?  You
seem rather well-off."

   "I wasn't planning to, I came here to treasure-hunt, I spontaneously
decided to get the girls some clothes in your style when I saw you in your
T-shirt and bare feet, without a care in the world.  Almost makes me wish
to be a little girl again myself."

   Kimmy was about to reflexively correct her on the little girl thing,
when she realized that the woman hadn't been talking specifically about
her, and anyway, she had a much better idea...

   Remembering the point of view the woman had taken back when arguing with
her oldest daughter at the picnic, it was easy for Kimmy to convince her,
and soon they were browsing the stalls, Kimmy in an old T-shirt of hers and
nothing else, and Brenda in one of Kimmy's denim skirts which she had
bought, her blouse tied under her breasts, and bare feet.

   However, as Granny once said, skin coverage means nothing - in this
case, to Kimmy's chagrin.  For all her more relaxed way of dressing, Brenda
was still assertive enough to stay in charge, having no trouble at all
getting Kimmy to model those clothes meant for the younger daughter.  Since
the concept of changing rooms was of course very much absent, this meant
Kimmy was often naked while between outfits, but nobody seemed to mind, it
was to them just a mother hurying along her daughter while they looked for
clothes, with said daughter into mild discomfort due to feeling too old to
be treated like that.

   In a way, the whole process was reminiscent of shopping for new clothes
with Granny, only for a much larger audience.  Kimmy was too distracted,
but Brenda could certainly notice that the number of barefoot people in the
area was now on the rise, and many were starting to try the clothes for
sale in the same fashion Kimmy was.

   "If you always shop like that, how come your daughters give you any
trouble when you want to add a new spin to their clothing style?"

   "Oh no, they both feel much to old to be seen shopping with their
mother", Brenda replied to Kimmy's inquiry.

   Despite the unintentional humiliation from this reply, Kimmy enjoyed the
shopping tour as a whole, feeling flattered that Brenda was buying outfits
for her daughters based on her, Kimmy's, style.

   When they both walked out with the last of the purchases to store them
in Brenda's car, Kimmy already felt comfortable in the older woman's
presence.  Kimmy had worn the very latest purchase out, so she had to take
it off to load it into the car.  When Brenda looked into the rear mirror
while driving off, she could still see Kimmy waving with her T-shirt dress,
which she hadn't put back on yet.

   --------------------------------------------

   Much later that afternoon, Kimmy and the Smiths met Brenda and her
daughters.  Both cars arrived at the same time, even though this had not
been coordinated.  Then again, they had agreed on a time and didn't
specifically arrange for one group to arrive earlier than the other.

   Kimmy immediately noticed that the woman - Mrs.  van Houten - had
changed back into a more conservative outfit in the meantime, so at least
she knew where the daughter had gotten that from.

   The lake had no sand beach and wasn't very close to the town's centre.
There also existed, even though Kimmy hadn't learned of it yet, a public
pool in town, all contributing to the lake not being a very crowded spot.
The two groups were almost on their own.

   The cover story couldn't really be called that because it was entirely
true: Kimmy's group went there directly from the sale in order to cool off
swimming.  Mrs.  van Houten just omitted to tell her daughters she knew
this.  Since the whole Smiths/Kimmy group had agreed to all be naked, and
didn't have a swimsuit between them anyway, there wouldn't be any young age
excuse this time, either.  However, at Charlie's insistence, formed while
they drove in the hot car, both Kimmy and Charlie ran off into the lake
even before introductions, leaving their clothes in the car.

   When they were sufficiently cooled down, they rejoined the others. 
Being introduced, Kimmy learned that "complaining girl" was really named
Chastity Grace, and her younger sister's name was Yolanda.  Brenda was
wearing a one-piece suit, her daughters rather conservative bikinis.  No
mention was made of the complete absence of swimwear on everyone else.

   However, when Chastity - Chas among her school crowd - caught Kimmy on
her own, she explained: "I recognise you from the picnic.  And thanks for
the fun you started there!  Judging from how mother immediately had no
problem with you all being naked here, and the fact she bought a bunch of
clothes screaming "hill-billy" yet hid them, my guess is that she wants to
nudge me and Yo in your direction, which would mean your presence here is
some obvious scheme from mother."

   Kimmy's look was all the confirmation Chas needed, so she went on: "What
mother doesn't realise is that I'm a popular girl at school and need to
keep up a fashion sense, so of course I kept up my normal dressing habits.
But I'm not the stick in the mud mother always claims me to be, so I'll
just play along while we're all together here; after all, I already have
set a precedent of slipping back afterwards." And with that, she stripped
off her bikini, and Yo, seeing her older sister's example from not far
away, seemed happy to follow.

   And Kimmy had to smile, since she knew the school might change enough
for even the "popular" girls to be regularly wearing Kimmy style outfits.
Chas might get to enjoy her "hill-billy" clothes often indeed!



   Kimmy part 14

   When everyone decided it was time to leave the lake, nobody in the
Smith's car considered it necessary to wear anything for the short drive
home.  Dealing with the heat, not much more was worn for bed; as far as
Kimmy could see, the beds had been stripped down to just pillows and
sheets, and panties were worn for nightwear.  Still, it was more than Kimmy
had brought for herself, not that she regretted this in the warm weather.
-----------------------------------------------

   The next morning, Kimmy, sleeping in Charlie's room, was stirred from
sleep when said girl, already fully dressed in shorts and a tank top, laid
a hand on her shoulder to shake her awake.

   "Wake up sleepy-head, breakfast is in 15 minutes."

   Glancing at the already switched off alarm clock, which she had
apparently been sleeping too deeply to hear, Kimmy decided that the Smiths
were definitely early risers, especially considering it were the summer
holydays.  Her sleep-addled brain was still able to predict that she would,
by the Smiths' standards, probably sleep in every day.  Then she drifted
back to sleep.

   15 minutes later, Charlie woke her again and dragged her directly to the
breakfast table, the still sleepy and very naked Kimmy stumbling along,
eyes barely open, hair a mess.  Everyone else was having breakfast already
dressed and groomed, almost like a picture of a happy family.  Ms.  Smith
talked to Kimmy in a very kind voice, saying how she understood that Kimmy
must be tired after the day before.  The statement, despite or maybe
because the of the friendly and understanding tone, made Kimmy feel like a
little girl being told off for being tired after staying up late.

   Both parents then left for work rather soon, which went a long way
towards explaining the early breakfast.  With the parents gone, the Smith
sisters then exchanged meaningful looks.

   "I think Kimmy needs something to wake her up properly", Charlie said.

   "She also didn't wash herself yet, that needs amending", her older
sister Samantha added.

   Maybe these vague announcements should have worried Kimmy, but the truth
was that Sam and Charlie did not feel threatening at all when they spoke,
nor when they led Kimmy into the spacious back yard.  Said yard bordered
onto the forest; there was a low fence marking the property, but it
certainly would not be an obstacle to a limber naked girl.

   Sam and Charlie began implementing their solution, which consisted of
spraying cold water at Kimmy using the garden hose, until she was awake
enough to jump them and wrestle for control of the hose.  Afterwards, they
simply spent the day in the garden, Kimmy never bothering to get dressed,
rightly concluding that it was not required of her and already having spent
so much of her time at the Smiths' house naked that it came as naturally to
her as being naked on Granny's farm.

   She however was not on Granny's farm, and despite the backyard being
directly next to the forrest, there were still neighbours on two sides. 
Out of these neighbours, one couple in retirement age was at home in the
backyard next to them, even if they only did arrive after the girls had
already spent some time outside.  Naturally, they asked the girls over so
the Sam and Charlie could introduce their new friend.

   Kimmy very politely shook their hands and introduced herself.  At first,
she didn't even realise any more that making new acquaintances while not
wearing a stitch would have been very unusual for her before that summer.
She was reminded of her full embarrassment potential though when the old
couple remarked how much they were in favour of her way to cope with the
summer weather:

   "Sensible of you to go nekkid in the heat while you're still young
enough.  Charlie here already feels herself too old to go nekkid most of
the time, even though she's still more reasonable about the way she dresses
than others her age."

   This time, Kimmy decided to try and correct them: "I'm not younger than
Charlie!"

   "We know dear, we know", they assured here, yet Kimmy was not yet sure
if they had realized she was actually older than Charlie.  Insisting,
however, would certainly look suspiciously like telling tall tales, so she
left it at what she thought she had achieved.

   The rest of the morning was spent with ice-cooled lemonade and some
pleasant conversation, and when it was time for lunch, the neighbours - the
Grangers - invited the girls, which they happily accepted as it meant they
didn't have to cook themselves.  Kimmy however felt compelled to help with
serving, and afterwards with loading the dishwasher.

   A bit later, a chime was heard that Sam and Charlie immediately
identified as the ice cream truck.  A fraction of a second was enough for
everyone to decide they really wanted some soft ice cones as soon as
possible.

   "Wait for me, I need to fetch some clothes", Kimmy told her two friends.

   "Too chicken to come as you are?", Charlie teased her.

   "Easy for you to say, you're both wearing shorts and tops."

   "Easily fixed", Charlie replied in defiance, and had already removed her
top when Kimmy interrupted again.

   "Besides, my money is with my clothes."

   "Fine, just say what you want and we'll get it and you just give us the
money when we come back", Charlie compromised, eager to get going before
the crowd got too large for her tastes.  She and Sam were already halfway
out the door before Kimmy could tell them what to get for her.

   They were not quite as fast on the way back, and Kimmy was already
waiting for them at the door, money in hand.  Unfortunately, Charlie
reached out to give Kimmy her cone at exactly the same moment Sam reached
out to take the money.  The ice-cream cone was knocked out of Charlie's
hand.

   Kimmy reacted quickly, reaching forward and indeed catching the cone,
even though she got some of the ice-cream on her hands, as it had of course
been impossible to aim for the waffle, be quick, and keep the frozen
delicacy from falling out all at the same time.  It was all in vain,
however.  Unbalanced from her lunge, Kimmy fell forward, and even though
she managed to hold the cone up rather than falling on it, the shock of
impact was enough to knock the ice-cream out of the cone, and it fell to
the open side of Kimmy's hand, landing right in front of her nose between
her arms, on the floor, spoiled.

   Since it was, in the end, Kimmy who dropped the ice, it was assumed
without discussion that she was the one who had to get it replaced. 
Looking down the road, Sam told her that she needed to hurry, too, since
there were few customers left at the truck and it would move soon.

   Kimmy had grown less concerned at being naked in "Johnsonville" after
she kept getting away with it, but she had not forgotten the concept that
some situations required different styles and amounts of clothing than
others.  Still, having spend the day naked since the morning had lessened
the threshold, and the sense of urgency added by the impending departure of
the vending truck was enough to make her dash out completely naked even if
it was just for ice-cream.

   Running at her top speed, her bare feet only touching the warm asphalt
of the sidewalk for a moment at a time, Kimmy thought of nothing except of
catching the ice cream truck before it left.  Only when she was standing in
front of it, the sole customer left, holding out her money and trying to
catch her breath to make the order, did she blush a bit at how silly her
rash action had been.

   Fortunately, the saleslady was very friendly and gave her an extra big
portion for no extra charge, cause Kimmy looked so hot.  And this was
entirely refering to temperature.

   There was nothing left to be done except to walk back.  Even though the
air was hot and humid, there hadn't been too much direct sun heating up the
sidewalk, so it felt nicely warm under Kimmy's bare feet as she strolled
along.  She was almost at the intersection, from where it was only three
more houses, when a car turned into the street from the right, immediately
turned again and stopped in the driveway immediately behind Kimmy.

   Kimmy wanted to simply keep going, but a female voice called out to her:
"Wait a moment!  Where did you get the ice-cream?  Pete wants one, too."

   Kimmy turned around to reply, exposing her naked front to the woman in
the process: "I'm sorry, the ice-cream truck already left."

   Little Pete, hearing this, began to cry and sob, repeating how he wanted
an ice cream.  His mother explained to him very patiently that this wasn't
possible right now, which seemed to calm him down but didn't fully console
him; he still looked unhappy.

   Kimmy hesitated just long enough to inwardly curse her bad luck and to
some extent her maternal instinct, but there was never any real doubt.  She
stepped forward and, smiling at the little boy, gave him er ice cream.  The
happy face of the little boy might, just might, have been worth it, but the
mother actually ruffling her hair as she praised her as a sweet little girl
left no place for anything but the wave of embarassment rushing over her.
---------------------------------------------------------

   When both parents had returned, it was suggested that they all visit the
cinema.  Naturally, nobody objected, and everybody went to get dressed for
the occasion.  The parents exchanged their office clothes for a more
leisurely outfit, while Sam and Charlie put on sandals.  Kimmy slipped into
the better one of her dresses, then asked whether she should borrow some
sandals from the girls.  The reply was that she could get away with being
barefoot in the cinema, so that was that.

   Even though Kimmy found that she was, to her dismay, the one and only
barefoot person at the cinema, one reason she could get away with it, and
maybe with more, became apparent once they reached the ticket booth at the
entrance, which had Chas inside.  Apparently, the van Houten's owned and
operated the town's only cinema, even if it was a fairly small and
old-fashioned by modern standards.  Upon looking at her ticket, Kimmy
noticed with a blush that she had been let in at a kid's entry fee.

   There was a lot of commotion at the stall with the popcorn, sweets, and
soft drinks, which was operated by Yo.  Kimmy felt a little tug on her
dress, and when she looked down, some small kid had left a chocolate stain
on it, the dark chocolate easily visibly against the light colour of the
dress.

   Ms.  Smith took her aside: "Slip into the bathroom once the lights go
out in the theatre.  Then during the commercials, you'll be alone when you
take off the dress and rinse it out.  It shouldn't be allowed to stay in
too long or it will be impossible to remove."

   Everybody was already milling towards the dark room with the big screen,
so Kimmy did not have to wait long.  Stepping into the girl's room and
feeling the cool tiles under her feet, she noticed with relief that it was
clean and well-kept.  She slipped the dress off, leaving her fully naked
once more.

   With soaking, soap from a dispenser and some very careful rubbing -
very, very careful, didn't want to make the spot bigger - she managed to
get the stain out.  There were however only paper towels, no hot-air dryer
as it is sometimes found, so she couldn't get it completely dry.

   Not wanting to put the dress on wet, she wondered if she could just
leave it off, slip into the dark theatre, and put the dress on once it was
dry.  She opened to door and stuck her head out to check if it was clear.
Chas, who had closed the ticket booth and taken over the sweets stall, Yo
having left, spotted her immediately

   "Hi Kimmy", she addressed the head peeking around the half-open door. 
Said head did not move.  "Something wrong?  You're standing there a bit
oddly."

   "Well", Kimmy began, "I got a chocolate stain on my dress from some kid
and washed it out, and didn't want to put the wet dress on, so I was
checking if I could slip into the dark cinema", she confessed.

   "Guess I should have expected something like that to happen around you",
Chas replied with a smile, "and you should be OK, the theatre is dark
enough.  In fact, give me the dress, we have a laundromat and tumble dryer
in our house right across the yard, so it will be all good and dry when the
show is over."

   Nodding, Kimmy gave the dress into Chas' outstretched hand and tiptoed
over to the large double door leading into the theatre.  Chas then switched
out the hall lights for her.  Kimmy hadn't even thought about that!

   Another thing Kimmy had not thought about was how to get out unseen
after the movie ended, but Chas was once again thinking ahead, sneaking in
close to the end of the movie and handing her the dress, in perfect
condition to wear.  Once more all dressed up and walking out on bare feet
on the heavy-duty carpet, Kimmy realized how fun it had been to watch the
movie naked in the big room with all the unaware people.
-----------------------------------------

   Back home, Kimmy was, despite her protesting, being sent to bed an hour
before everyone else, to help her with rising early.  Kimmy's indignation
was not at all helped by the fact the next morning, she found out that it
had, of course, helped.



   Kimmy part 15

   Kimmy woke up at a reasonable time, having been sent to bed early for
that very purpose.  Already naked, she simply slipped into the shower,
half-heartedly towelling herself down afterwards.  Dropping the towel into
the hamper, she walked to a hallway mirror, looking at her naked reflection
and trying to decide on what to wear.  The reason she did this was her
desire to fit in with the Smiths at the breakfast table.  None of the
clothes she brought were quite right though, and she realized she'd have to
ask Sam or Charlie for something appropriate.  She sighed, thinking that it
was so much easier at the Johnson farm, where she was simply naked all the
time.

   "Deep in thought, aren't you?"

   "Oh, good morning Miss Smith", the startled Kimmy replied, "I was just
thinking I need to borrow some clothes from Sam, so I don't stick out so
much at breakfast."

   "Don't worry yourself dear, it's perfectly fine if you just come naked,
that's how we know our Kimmy after all, and personally, I think it is
cute."

   Kimmy blushed a bit, but could argue no further and just nodded, finding
herself naked at the breakfast table not soon after, amidst the clothed
Smith family.

   "Did you sleep in again, Kimmy?", Charlie asked

   "No, your mom said I could have breakfast naked though."

   "Cool.  Mom, can I be naked at breakfast, too?"

   "Only on two conditions.  One, you put on at least a pair of shorts
before you leave further than the yard.  Two, Sam and Kimmy agree to be
naked as well.  Either all of you are naked, or all dressed."

   "Aww mom, the Young kids can be naked whereever they want", Charlie
complained, referring to Lisa's family.

   "And yet, they are often seen wearing clothes when going to places", Ms.
Smith replied, implying that her own daughters might get carried away and
never even consider again whether to wear clothes.

   Kimmy agreed right away, glad to not be the only one who would be naked
any more.  Charlie then looked at Sam, who finally nodded after a few long
moments.  Charlie then undressed, compelling the slightly surprised Sam to
do the same.  Charlie had initially intended to stay naked for breakfasts
and dress immediately afterwards, starting the following day, but the
wording of the condition gave her the idea to stay naked unless leaving the
premises, which she decided to start doing right away.

   Of course, Kimmy realised, this meant that from then on, each of the
girls could decide to strip at any time and the others would be
honour-bound to comply.  Of course it would be limited to the house and
yard, which was a good thing for Sam, who actually looked her 18 years.  In
truth, when Alex Smith spontaneously made up her conditions rather than
simply agreeing with Charlie's request as she almost did, she had been
guided by the rather common motherly beliefs that her teenage daughter was
acting "too old", and that her daughters could get along even better.
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   At first the new agreement meant little, the girls simply spending the
morning naked in the backyard until noon, reading, lounging, horseplaying,
using the water hose on each other.  After lunch however, still sitting at
the table, they were in the mood for something a little more exciting, and
decide to leave the backyard into the forrest.  The suggestion came from
Charlie, who argued that Kimmy should be shown more of the area around the
house.

   Kimmy had to agree that it would be a shame to stay at some place for a
week and not get to know the surroundings.  Charlie, being the youngest
therefore the most genuinely unembarrassed, had suggested to do the stroll
in the buff, but was reminded of the conditions of the mutual nudity rule.
Instinctively, Ms.  Smith had known how to prevent the girls from instantly
locking each other into constant nudity on a mutual dare basis.

   At first, the excursion was not that exciting at all.  The girls, each
wearing their required short-shorts as their expeditionary uniform, saw a
lot of trees and other plants you'd expect in a forest, but at first,
little else.  On the plus side, the forest was a pleasant place to be
during the heat of the day, and Kimmy rather liked to walk barefoot on the
forest floor.

   And that might have been what the horse was thinking, too.  Rounding a
corner in the narrow path, the girls entered a small clearing covered with
grass, and nearly walked right into the fully-grown animal of undoubtedly
equine nature.

   "It's a horse", Kimmy said, the announcement so obvious and superfluous
that she wanted to kick her own bare behind for it.  She was, of course,
wearing shorts, but her mind had her receive the just punishment
bare-butted anyway.  Minds are like that if you walk around naked most of
the time.  Fortunately, her two companions hadn't expected a horse either,
and consequently were themselves too surprised to make any snide remarks.

   Sam and Charlie turned at each other, simultaneously asking each other:
"Where did it come from?" It was Charlie who first broke the general
stunned inaction by by exclaiming: "Who cares, let's ride it!"

   The horse was not saddled so there was a pause while they girls though
about the best way to climb onto its back, until Kimmy successfully tried,
holding on to the animal's back while using her toes to grab at the fur,
swinging the other leg up and over, ending up correctly straddling the
horse's back.

   Of course, the horse wouldn't move.  At all.  Kimmy tried talking and
shouting at the large animal, tugged at it, bounced on it, the other girls
pulled and pushed, but the horse wouldn't move.  Persistently trying, and
looking rather ridiculous for it, Kimmy still eventually managed to find
out how to direct the horse using pressure from her feet and calves.  The
idea had been Sam's, though.

   The girls took turns riding the horse slowly along the edge of the
clearing.  When the novelty wore off, they discussed how to further
proceed.

   "We should take him for a longer ride", Charlie opined.

   "How do you know it's a hi  -" never mind", Kimmy stopped herself as the
answer to her own question became obvious to her, "we can't all three ride
him at once though, two would have to walk along or something.  We could
take turns, I guess."

   "I've got a better idea", Sam interjected.  "A horse like this can
easily carry an adult plus equipment, and you both come to no more than
half of that.  Weight-wise." The last sentence was added after a brief
pause, meant to clarify things, yet Kimmy had already felt a small wave of
humiliation during the pause.  Sam continued: "I've noticed though, that
we've been doing it wrong.  The horse is not saddled and, err, has no reins
or anything, so we should've ridden him naked.  So, shorts in a pile,
ladies!"

   "Aren't we breaking some rule here?", Kimmy tentatively objected while
already following the example set by first Charlie, then Sam as well,
throwing her short-shorts onto the pile, leaving all three girls naked once
again.

   "For a barefoot girl, you're an awful lot like a goody-two-shoes", Sam
teased, going not so much out of her way, but out of her ordinary
vocabulary to do so.  "Anyway, the rule was to put on the shorts before
leaving the backyard, not to keep wearing them."

   "For an older sister, you're awfully quick to resort to blatant loophole
abuse", Kimmy retorted, glad to be able to use a witty reply for once.

   "That's not what I meant", Sam explained, refraining from any witty
counter-reply on her on in order to not let things devolve into bickering,
"What I meant is that our mom is not the "no backtalk" type and since we
didn't take the shorts off immediately but rather waited for a reason,
which we didn't know in advance would present itself, she won't get mad."
While saying this, Sam was piling the shorts onto each other, then folding
them into a package easily fitting into one hand.

   "Funny, I expected her to call you "barefoot little sister" in return",
Charlie interjected.  In order to no let things devolve into bickering, Sam
had to turn on her barefoot little sister and tickle her until she cried
"uncle horse".
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   Kimmy and Charlie decided to not direct the horse too much, instead
letting him decide on the direction himself, seeing where he might go.  As
the horse trotted on, Kimmy had to admit that Sam had been right, riding
the horse naked was so much better in so many ways.  Eventually, already
quite far away from "Johnsonville", he lead his two naked riders to a
farm-like building with stables that looked as if he might have come from
there.

   Approaching the buildings, nobody could be seen, so they rode ride right
up to the stables.  They disembarked and had a look around.  What they saw
confirmed their initial impression; the whole complex, while not in
disrepair, had a distinctively disused atmosphere.

   "Looking for something?", a stern female voice suddenly sounded from
behind them.

   "We just wondered where the horse came from", Kimmy replied, trying not
to sound as is she had been caught with the hand in the cookie jar.

   "Ah yes, I think I should thank you for bringing him back".  Pause.  "By
the way, is it normal here to walk around dressed in such an airy outfit?"

   "It's perfectly acceptable until you're too old", Charlie explained
rather vaguely.

   "And how is that decided?"

   "By your looks, apparently", Kimmy explained wryly.

   Hearing this, the woman broke into a smile: "That's perfect.  My
daughter Darla should be able to strip, then.  I brought her on this riding
holiday for character building, and if she can go naked, the outdoor
experience might be just that much better.  I'm Donna, by the way."

   Considerably cheered up by the good news, Donna proceeded to show the -
rented - premises to the girls.  There were two horses total, one for
herself and one for her 16-year-old daughter Darla, but she agreed to let
Charlie and Kimmy have a ride some time.  But she also said that she
wouldn't let them ride alone.

   During their guided tour of the stables, they also met Darla.  She was
dressed in an immaculate riding outfit thst looked expensive, conservative,
and classically cut.  Her styling was suitably understated, but equally
perfect.  She looked like a poster girl for riding as a pastime for old
money.  Which seemed to include a slightly snobbish posture and attitude.
However, paying attention to it due to her own experience and what Donna
said earlier, Kimmy also noticed that Darla's height and general appearance
would probably would probably let her look younger when naked, just like
Kimmy herself.

   "Mother, who are these naked savages?"

   "Darla, behave, these fine young ladies brought us back the horse that
escaped you.  And I was told their attire is not uncommon hereabouts".

   "Well, I am glad I don't have to go native then".

   At this point, a car engine could be heard.  Kimmy recognized the car of
Ally's mom, and given the road it was on, it could only be headed their
way. Kimmy dragged Charlie towards the gate, ostensibly eager to meet the
new visitors, in reality to get the right distance so she wouldn't be
directly involved in the argument that was starting between Donna and
Darla, while still hearing everything when they raised their voices.

   The car drove into the yard and stopped.  From inside emerged Sam and
Ally, both dressed in jeans reaching to just below the knee, T-shirts and
sneakers.

   "How did you find us?", Charlie wanted to know.

   "Easy, my mom does all the real estate brokering around here, Sam just
had to ask about a place being rented with horses mentioned in the deal."

   A short distance away, Donna and Darla were talking in a less friendly
and relaxed way, Darla calling her mother's ideas stupid, even getting
bitchy at her, slipping up and calling her mother stupid, as well.  Having
enough, Donna cut her off sharply to greet the new arrivals, hissing at
Darla that the matter was not yet over.

   Both mother and daughter seemed to have calmed down though, and the
conversation and inevitable repeat and continuation of the guided tour were
quite pleasant.  Ally and Sam of course requested riding privileges, and to
Kimmy's surprise, unlike herself they were granted them even on their own.
Kimmy wanted to protest, but realised it would be futile: If the cutoff was
18, as law issues would suggest, then drawing attention to this might
achieve nothing except to lose Ally her horse privileges, making her angry
at Kimmy without anything gained.

   After the end of the tour, Sam invited Donna and and her daughter over
for a welcome-in-town-dinner before she, Ally, Charlie and Kimmy left with
the car.
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   Luckily, Sam had planned ahead and cleared the invitation with her
mother, so there was no argument over the extra work.  Ms Smith brought the
extra groceries with her on the way from work, and with everyone helping,
dinner was soon prepared, or so it felt.  Everybody went to their rooms to
get changed.

   Due to what Donna told her about the nature of the trip she was taking
with her daughter, Kimmy believed the dinner to be a rather informal
affair, and just showered and wore her better dress, without asking for
shoes or accessories from her hosts.  She had overestimated the casualness
though, for even though no one was in evening wear, they were not quite as
barefoot and unadorned as Kimmy, either.  In this they had correctly
guessed the expectations of their rather well-off guests correctly, who
arrived in similar garb, leaving Kimmy as the underdressed odd one out.

   Darla remarked on this upon arrival, but couldn't resist doing it again
over dinner: "How come you're the one who couldn't manage to dress properly
even when you have guests?  Even the other naked savage was able to."

   "Shut up", the other naked - now dressed - savage, Charlie, replied. 
"Kimmy is a guest here just like you, and she could sit at the table with
us stark naked if she wanted to.  come on Kimmy, show her!"

   Kimmy, surprised by this last sentence, threw a startled look at
Charlie, then at her parents.  The latter just nodded, and with everyone
else looking expectantly, Kimmy felt compelled to strip.  Luckily, it was
only one dress to remove before she was naked amongst a somewhat-formal
dinner party.

   Now really the odd one out, Kimmy tried to be on her best behaviour to
avoid any further negative attention.  She need not have worried though, as
her friendly nature went down much better with those present than Darla's
abrasiveness.  Darla, noticing this and feeling jealous, ends up
"accidentally" pouring a glass of red wine over Kimmy's shed dress.  The
usual remedies were tried on the dress and the party dissolved soon after.



   Kimmy part 16

   The next morning, three naked girls showed up for breakfast, only to
meet Ms.  Smith in a serious mood, informing them that through dinner
conversation yesterday, she learned enough to know that they broke the rule
that had been set up at breakfast.  After hearing the full story, she spoke
her verdict:

   "At the beginning, when you got naked to ride the horse, it was
justified, but later on you just ignored the rule regarding equal dress.  I
realise it was impractical for use outside or with guests here and it is
therefore revoked.  BUT!  There has to be some punishment, a punishment
that fits the crime.  Therefore, there will be a family outing, preferably
with horses, of both the Smith and Johnson families, with everyone dressed
except for you three."

   The "punishment" was not received with much dread, and in fact after
announcing it, Ms.  Smith facial expression soon returned to the usual
friendliness, so everyone just proceeded with breakfast and their morning
routines, until Ms.  Smith walked up to Kimmy, phone still in hand even
though the call had already ended.
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   When Darla had woken up that same morning, she had, as normal, dropped
her nightshirt into the hamper and entered the shower.  But when she came
out, she found that no bathrobe was available, and that the large bath
towels had been replaced, the new stack being in the popular
too-small-to-serve-as-cover format.

   Darla grabbed a couple of the towels for possible drying purposes, but
first went back into her room to check the closet for clothes.  There were
none.  Without even bothering to use the drying option represented by the
small towels, Darla immediately proceeded to implement the obvious solution
to the entire problem: Complain!  She stormed out of her room in search of
her mother.

   But her mother was not immediately found, and as Darla's anger, as is
normal, slowly diminished over time, her hands subconsciously went to cover
her breast and pubic area, so when she finally confronted Donna, the impact
of her demands was somewhat countermanded by the sight of her classic
embarrassed nude female pose.

   As a result, Darla did not manage to assert her position when Donna
explained to her that in order to foster her character development, she was
to remain nude for a while.  She did, however, manage to panic, run away,
and lock herself into her room, to which Donna had no other solution but to
ring Ms.  smith and ask for advice.

   Ms.  Smith, in turn, had no time to drive over and personally help in
solving the situation.  What she did was to suggest to send over Kimmy to
try and talk Darla out of her room.
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   When Ms.  Smith, phone still in hand, had finished explaining this,
Kimmy had no idea how she was supposed to achieve this, but realizing she
was the best solution readily available, was willing to try.

   After quickly dressing in her T-shirt dress, Kimmy had to borrow a bike
if she didn't want to walk, and received Charlie's, which was an
embarrassingly pink model obviously marketed to little girls, and of course
fitted Kimmy's size perfectly.  As she pedalled to the horse ranch, she
mused whether she was the only cyclist that didn't even know if she could
ride a bike wearing shoes.  She did however know that sandals had proved
awkward, and that closed shoes were simply inappropriate during summer.

   Another thing she wondered was why she was trying to help Darla, who had
not exactly been nice to her.  Then again, helping Darla in this case meant
getting her ready to go out naked, which surely was a good thing.

   When she arrived, Donna was already waiting.  She pointed out the window
of Darla's room on the upper floor while explaining the situation again,
even if Kimmy had heard it already through Ms.  Smith.  She noticed that
the window was open, and the wall next to it was covered in vines.  Kimmy
saw this a her chance to talk to Darla in the same room rather than through
a looked door.

   Qickly announcing her plan, she was already starting to climb.  The time
she had spent climbing in the trees around Granny's farm paid off well
enough that she was making good progress, too.  Before Donna could reply to
the plan, Kimmy was basically halfway up to the window, so she decided
mentioning the ladder was superfluous.  Instead, she announced that since
Darla and her were only screaming at each other instead of talking, she
would make herself scarce until the situation was resolved.

   Darla was surprised when first the head and then the rest of Kimmy
appeared in her window.  She did, however, not move her hands to cover her
breasts and crotch for the simple reason that they had already been there,
even in the empty, locked room.  She was sitting on the bed yet she had
not, Kimmy noticed, tried to cover herself with the sheets.

   Kimmy did not know what reasoning or emotion was behind this, but
decided the mere fact Darla had not felt the urgent need to take this
measure was a reason for hope.  Not knowing what else to do after saying
hello, Kimmy began to explain how being naked was really quite nice, and
that she herself only discovered it a short while ago.

   Darla seemed interested, and even stood up to walk towards Kimmy,
dropping her hands to her sides.  And then suddenly, she grabbed Kimmy's
dress by the hem, and lifted it over the other girl's head, running off
with it.  She managed to unlock the door, go through it and lock it again
before Kimmy recovered.  She knew the "little savage girl" would just climb
out of the window, but the locked door would buy her some needed time.

   Meanwhile Kimmy, still a bit stunned, wondered why it was so easy to
draw her dresses up over her head.  Objectively, it might have been that
this one was really a T-shirt, was rather short on her, and that Darla was
the same height as Kimmy, putting her hands at the ideal starting level.

   Darla, wearing the dress formerly found on Kimmy's now naked body,
discovered that the sturdy wardrobe containing her mother's clothes was
locked, as was the hard-case suitcase probably containing her own.  With
vandalism out, she looked around for a hairpin or similar item, but none
was immediately to be found nor, to be honest, had she known how to pick a
lock with it.

   When Kimmy had finally come to her senses and climbed down the vines, no
sooner had she run into the middle of the yard to look for and find either
Donna or Darla, the latter suddenly galloped past the naked girl with
approximately half an inch to spare.  She waved a credit card that must
have been her mom's, judging by her shouted "Now Mother will buy me new
clothes!"

   Still unable to see Donna anywhere, Kimmy quickly swung herself on her -
or rather, Charlie's - bike.  She wasn't quite as fast as the horse, but
she knew where Darla was almost certainly headed - the department store
where Granny had taken her shopping for clothes not that long ago.  She
made a none-too-large detour to the Smith's house for some clothes, but Sam
and Charlie were out somewhere, and since Kimmy didn't want to take any of
their stuff without asking, her only option were her short-shorts, her
other dress still in the laundry somewhere.

   When Darla had started her ride into town, she had been a bit worried
that the outfit of the stupid savage girl had, among other shortcomings,
not included shoes.  This had been alleviated somewhat when she passed a
troupe of local girl scout analogues with not a pair of shoes amongst them,
not even the scout mistress, in her early 20s, wearing any.  At the
department store, however, everyone wore shoes, since the official store
policy still was to require them to be worn, even though, since Kimmy's
visit there, none of the employees would dream of enforcing this.

   Still, Darla did not want to try on shoes in Kimmy's short dress and
without underwear, so she went to the clothing department first.  There,
she encountered the same two saleswomen that had sold Kimmy her current
wardrobe.  Said two women noticed Darla's dress and bare feet, and from the
similarity, took her to be a friend of, or at least kindred spirit to,
Kimmy.  They took her back to the same staff room Kimmy had used, and began
to bring in clothes they thought were appropriate, without ever really
listening to the stunned Darla, who wasn't really saying much, anyway.

   She did, however, notice the kind of clothes that were piling up, as
well as the lack of underwear.  Next, she was suddenly on the receiving end
of how easily the dress could be pulled over someone's head.  With a scream
of "this is madness!", she grabbed the dress, which had already come to lie
over a chair, and naked as she was, ran out of the room's second door and
down the back stairs to the staff exit.  Only at the bottom aof the stairs
did she pause to catch her breath and slip the dress over her head.

   But instead of falling in order to cover Darla's body once more, the
dress moved upward.  The reason was Kimmy, who had arrived only moments
before.  Having phoned Lisa, hoping to catch her during her shift at the
shoe department, Kimmy was told by her friend to come in around the back in
order to lower the possibility of Darla spotting her and escaping again. 
With Lisa and Kimmy holding the dress and strategically covering all exits
with their superior numbers, Darla gave up and sat her naked butt down on
the cold stone step, valiantly trying not to break down sobbing.

   While Kimmy held the dress, Lisa secured the credit card.  Kimmy decided
that her best chance at converting Darla lay in first delivering arguments
why Darla didn't need to feel bad about being naked, then telling her own
story up to that point, starting with her and her mom moving into town.

   Darla seemed to slowly soften up, and after the end of the report and
some negotiating later, Darla agreed to come along quietly and follow her
mother's wishes from then on, in return for some shopping assistance and
some help persuading Donna to accept letting Darla's journey be like
Kimmy's.  Lisa however did not come along, going back to work after
slipping the piece of plastic she said the other girls would need into
Kimmy's butt pocket.

   Darla had also gotten her dress back, and she and Kimmy went up the
staff stairs towards the clothing department.  They passed a landing with a
door leading into a staff restroom.  Said facility had, way back when, been
designed as if for a private home, a single room, a single toilet bowl and
a sink, a door that locked with an actual key.  Suddenly, Darla pushed
Kimmy inside this room, while at the same time pulling the plastic card
from the other girl's back pocket.  Then, she quickly reached around the
door blade for the key, and used it to lock Kimmy in.

   Her triumph lasted only a few seconds before she realized the piece of
plastic was an expired library card.  Cursing Lisa, Darla had to change
plans quickly and decided to scourge the only other possible source of
clothing known to her in that town, the Smith's house.  sha ran down the
stairs, out the staff door and around the building to where she left her
horse, her bare feet slapping first on the stairs, then the asphalt.  she
rode to her destination like the proverbial wind.

   Upon arrival, she found the place and and the back door open and snuck
in, actually glad that now she would not have to ask about the clothes. 
Searching the premises, she found clothes in a drying room in the basement.
But just as she had taken her dress off in order to change into the
garments she had taken from the various clotheslines, she heard a noise. 
Quickly, she opened the door opposite the one she came through, and closed
it until only a crack remained open.  She didn't want to close it all the
way though, for as soon as she was through it, she realised it was a door
to the outside.  Regardless, the door was balanced on its hinges and a
spring in such a way that tiny cracks like the one she left open would
automatically close, in order to prevent the door from being accidentally
left open.

   Darla figured that it was just like the savages to build an
automatically closing basement door yet leave the back door wide open.  And
of course, that thought already contained the solution to having locked
herself out, yet it was not to be: she was spotted instead.  The spotters
were the friendly older neighbours.  It bears repeating at this point that
Darla had the same build as Kimmy, so as they had with Kimmy's, they
misjudged the age of Darla.

   Darla managed to convince them she was waiting for the Smiths - she was
still hoping they might give her clothes, so it was not even all that
untrue - and they in turn decided to keep "little Darla" entertained
through conversation and card games, yet Darla's boredom with this showed -
she had never been good at hiding her annoyance.  Fortunately, sitting at
the table, she was at least able to cover her naked body somewhat, since
she had again become acutely aware of it after the initial surprise at
having been found had worn off.

   The neighboors, however, thought they had found the perfect solution for
their young guest's apparent boredom: The public playground down the road.
Darla broke into protests, but with a we-know-what's-right-for-you
attitude, they dragged her along anyway, insisting she tried.  Of course,
once there, they believed themselves proven right when Darla stopped to
fuss, realising she better not draw further attention.  Pulling herself
together, she tried to blend in like Kimmy so often successfully had, and
so she was soon playing in the sandbox and on the swing, like she hadn't
done for years.

   This finally ended when her mother came to collect her, having looked
for her in the neighbourhood after Lisa brought her the credit card and
Charlie reported the horse standing in her front yard.  She informed Darla
in perfect told-you-so manner that she had made her nude time much worse
that it need have been.

   "You know what", her daughter replied, "I still don't want to be naked,
but after just now, I certainly am no longer afraid of it."
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   Earlier, Kimmy found that with the door locked and no window, there was
no way out except the air duct used to keep the place somewhat fresh even
when in use.  Commenting to herself how this was just like on TV, she was
for once rather glad she was on the small side or crawling out that way
would surely never have worked.

   As it was, it didn't work perfectly even so, for when her shorts got
snagged, she could neither move her hands enough to free them, nor wiggle
them loose, so she had to move forward and wiggle out, abandoning them. 
They were irretrievably blown away by the active air condition.  She ended
up outside naked, and quickly made her way back through the staff entrance
to find Lisa.

   Lisa in turn suggested to use the "confiscated" credit card to buy a new
pair of shorts, assuring Kimmy that her colleagues  wouldn't balk about
signature if she told them she had been given the card for shopping.  But
since Kimmy neither wanted to do such a dishonest act nor streak the city
centre on her borrowed pink bike, she waited in the staff room until Lisa's
morning shift was over, which would not be much longer.

   A friendly employe even offered Kimmy some ice cream, "since she was so
obviously feeling the heat".

   "Why didn't you simply let new shorts be put on your tab?", Lisa asked
on the way to bring Donna back her plastic money, resulting in Kimmy
feeling very stupid for a moment.

   "Well anyway", Lisa continued, "Darla's in for a lot more naked time
now, I figure."

   "Ah, but it's only punishment if she takes it as punishment."



   Kimmy part 17

   In the last few days of Kimmy's stay with the Smith, horses and riding
were the big topic.  Just about everyone in her circle of friends got
involved in the craze, and it wasn't long before a horse-outing for
everyone became inevitable, despite the fact that riding as a permanent
hobby was considered way to expensive and impractical for most of those
involved.  It emerged that a riding event for everyone would happen as soon
as the very Saturday that ended Kimmy's stay with her new friends.

   Rather early in the morning, everyone met up at the ice cream parlour,
since it was sufficiently central to serve as a meeting point.  A long
drive would be necessary, since the two horses of Darla and Donna would not
be enough for everyone to get a decent amount of riding, and the next
stables where horses could be rented for day trips was close to a bigger
city - but of course a ways outside it - where a larger customer base was
available.

   Since Kimmy was travelling light, there was no need to make a detour to
the farm first, as Kimmy's small amount of luggage could simply be taken
along on the trip without problems.  One of the immediate effects was that
Kimmy was once again the only barefoot girl, and thereby just that little
bit more naked than her already lightly attired friends.  In theory, of
course, Mom and Granny could have brought her some shoes, but they decided
not to for the dual reason that she'd probably just kick them off during
the drive, as had been her habit since the start of the summer, and that
according to their plans, she wouldn't need them later, either.

   Donna and Darla were coming too, their horses in a transporter behind
their car as that meant two less to rent.  Darla was wearing a dress
similar to the ones Kimmy had taken to wear, except both the dress and her
light sandals somehow managed to look three times more expensive that
anything Kimmy owned.  Upon being asked, Donna related how Darla's naked
time had developed: After absolutely refusing to leave her room at first,
she eventually got so bored in there that she accepted to come out and ride
naked, with the new rural style wardrobe a compromise that now both of them
could live with.  In the case of Darla, somewhat grudgingly.

   The owner of the parlour recognized Kimmy and made a reference to
Kimmy's latest visit there, which she had spent naked due to the owner's
concern about possible heatstroke.  Of course, this led to a detailed
re-telling of that story, from the owner's point of view.  At the end, she
added that girls buying ice-cream from her tended to dress more summerly
lately, and that if Kimmy or her friends wanted to be naked again, it would
probably not be a problem.
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   When the car caravan had arrived safely after an uneventful journey, the
group were introduced to the owner of the horse-renting business, who
turned out to be someone Granny had chosen because she knew her from her
youth.  The bigger surprise where the rules laid down for the day's riding:
Not only did they actually demand that those  -�punished -� with nude
riding actually went through with it, they also introduced a single garment
that was all the others would be wearing.

   Now, it must be understood that while Granny and Mom and also the other
parents present would surely have allowed such an attire, it was unusual
for them to demand such.  The idea had been cleverly implanted in their
heads by Sam, using tales of how much Kimmy and Charlie had enjoyed their
naked ride.

   When first introduced, said single garment looked like just a piece of
cloth, but was when unfolded recognizable as a sort of tabard, two pieces
of cloth hanging down the front and back from the neck, the sides
completely open.  Made from re-purposed cheap aprons, as evidenced by the
cheesy motives and supposedly funny slogans printed onto them, they would
let you appear dressed from a distance while being only minimally
restrictive.

   Now, if one were friends with Kimmy, such announcements were not
unexpected, and there were certainly no objections.  There was, however, no
getting changed either, as everybody was quite hesitant to undress in front
of each other, those parents as were there, and the stable owner.  Kimmy
was the one to break the ice, feeling that it was up to her: If she, of all
people, didn't strip quickly, things might grind to a halt and be very
difficult to re-start.  Besides, nothing bad had ever come from being naked
in Johnsonville, had there?

   After everyone was properly dressed or, as it were, undressed - it was
rather fast after it started, especially for Kimmy in only a dress  -" the
stable owner approached Kimmy:

    -�You're quite gutsy, stripping first.  I figured it'd be one of the
younger ones, where nudity doesn't matter yet. -�

   Kimmy started to deny modestly, then the full meaning of that last
sentence hit her:  -�Wait, how did you know I'm not one of the young ones?

    -�I worked with horses professionally for a long time, small persons
are not unusual, one learns to see the signs. -�

   Kimmy, feeling caught, tried to explain herself, but not really knowing
what to explain or how, only stuttered a bit.

    -�Easy girl, I know exactly why you're eager, riding a horse naked and
bareback really is special, to any girl, there's nothing to be defensive
about. -�

   Kimmy somehow felt even more embarrassed now, but still lacking any
explanation concept, instead answered with a meek and lame  -�Thanks -�
before being sent on her way by the stable owner with a jovial slap on her
bare butt.  She found no time to complain about this overly familiar
behaviour though, as Darla drew everyone's attention with a veritable
tantrum.  She was also still fully dressed in her dress and sandals.

    -�What's going on? -�, Kimmy asked off the nearest person, naked like
herself.

    -�She freaked out when Donna told her she'd be among the naked group
-�, the naked girl, who happened to be Sam, replied.   -�Personally I think
they both need to attend manners and communication 101, but we might get to
see Darla being stripped.  Would be fun and she deserves it, too! -�

   Kimmy failed to see how that would be fun, especially for poor Darla,
but she was spared finding out because Granny intervened, addressing
everyone's (un?)favourite brat in a stern tone:  -�Now listen up girl,
there's really nothing wrong with a bit of nudity!  I'm sorry if your mom
didn't tell you in advance, but that's no reason to throw a tantrum.  Now
get naked and don't spoil everybody's fun, or you won't make it easier on
yourself! -�

   Amazingly, this worked, even though Darla was obviously still fuming
inwardly as she dropped her dress and stepped both out of it and her
sandals in one move.  Fortunately, as the group first went through some
basic riding training under the stable owner's instructions, then set off
for their ride and had a great time doing so, her mood gradually improved,
proving once and for all that indeed every girl loves naked bareback
riding.

   After hours had passed like no time at all, however, some wanted to
rest, other wanted to keep on riding, and of those, most didn't want to
keep sticking to one large group, so those still willing to ride more
formed into groups of twos and threes.  Out of the four completely naked
ones, Sam and Charlie rode off together, leaving Kimmy and Darla as the
other pair.

   Kimmy was a bit worried that now she wouldn't be able to hide amongst
the group in case of an encounter, but Darla was having different thoughts
entirely.  It might be true that naked riding was greatly enjoyable  -"
after all, she knew that in advance, having done it before  -" but that was
no excuse to order her to strip in front of all the others.   -�So long,
sucker, I'm off to get some clothes -�, she shouted back at Kimmy as she
galloped away.

   Kimmy tried to give chase, but her riding skills were no match for
Darla's, and she soon lost sight of the other naked girl.  She then decided
to slow down to both be a bit easier on her horse and try to better follow
Darla's trail, hoping to catch up while the other girl was busy with
whatever scheme she had in mind.

   She had no luck whatsoever though, and was already about to give up and
head back when a pair of girls on horses, naked like herself, broke from
the trees and brushes to her left and disappeared into the trees and bushes
to her right, at high speed.  One of the girls pointed ahead and shouted,
apparently at Kimmy's address:  -�She went that way! -�

   Without thinking, Kimmy galloped after the girls.  They were faster than
herself, but just before she lost sight of them, they, it seemed, had
caught up to  -�her -� and managed to grab her reins or otherwise stop her.
When Kimmy managed to catch up, they had already pinned Darla to the ground
and were struggling to get her out of a pair of panties that were, as Kimmy
knew, not her own.  Adding two and two, she realised that the two naked
girls were the victims of Darla's latest attempt to illegitimately obtain
clothes.

   It appeared Darla had taken one set of clothes , consisting of dress,
panties and shoes, to wear right away and another, consisting of panties,
shorts, shoes, and a tank top, that she took along with a pack to carry
them, for reasons that she kept to herself.  After the theft victims
finished re-dressing in their respective outfits, they talked about calling
the police on Darla.  They also noticed that there was, contrary to their
earlier assumptions, no third outfit belonging to Kimmy.  Kimmy needed to
offer an explanation right then, or they would suspect that the second
outfit had been stolen for her benefit.

    -�Umm, you see, I better tell you - we were going to do a sort of naked
dare, and Darla chickened out, said she'd go find clothes - guess she found
yours.  Don't know why she took the second set, maybe she thought I'd have
broken down by now, too -�

    -�We should be angry but truth is, we know how you feel, out first time
was scary as hell, too  -" it's how she got to our clothes with us not in
them, in case you hadn't guessed.  Pure luck we were back in time to see
your chicken friend take them -�  -�We won't be calling the police on you
-�, the second girl added,  -�but personally, I think you need to demand a
forfeit from her for chickening out -�

    -�Come to think of it -�, the first girl took over again,  -�there's
also a forfeit you're both going to have to pay.  Nothing remotely as fun
as a streak though, I'm afraid.  Although you'll of course be naked.  To
cut it short, my parents have been away for 2 weeks, will return on Monday,
the place is a mess, and you're the help now -�

    -�If streaking is so much fun, how come you got dressed again already?
-�, Kimmy asked, mostly to change the topic, since due to Darla's ill-fated
robbery there wasn't much she could do about the bit of slavery that the
girl chose to call a forfeit.

    -�To mark the difference between captors and captives, of course -�

   Kimmy didn't make any further attempt and instead chose to blush and
meekly fall silent while the self-styled captors lead them to the first
girl's house, which was in a quiet suburb.  The house was a fairly normal
middle class building, and judging from the lack of stables, the
captor-girls horses were rented just like Kimmy's and Darla's.  Thankfully,
they entered directly from the countryside via the back yard, tying the
horses to some suitable trees not far away.  Thank good for
green-field-development.

   For having been only two weeks under teenager control, the house looked
a pretty impressive mess.  When the first girl wanted to assign task to the
naked help, Darla immediately started to make excuses, claiming to never
have done any housework before, ever.

   Before their hosts could get angry, Kimmy took over:  -�Then you go out,
mow the lawn and cut the hedges.  I'll clear up the debris and wash the
dishes, then vacuum the place, that'll make it look decent to parents
who're expecting the worst -�

   Darla felt reasonably safe in the hedge-enclosed back yard, but was
pushing along the electrical-powered mower listlessly because work,
particularly the chore variety, didn't agree with her.  To make matters
worse, the reasonable safety turned out not to be safe enough, as she was
spotted by the neighbour, an old lady.

    -�Hello there little girl, what are you doing out here naked, and with
that big mover? -�

   Little girl?  Darla was badly wanting to throw a tantrum at not being
recognized as the sophisticated young woman she was, but she had to admit
she had that young-looking body type.  So, taking a page from Kimmy's book
-" something she had no trouble with as long as she didn't have to give her
credit for it  -" she decided to play along:

    -�Well, my sitter made me do her garden chores, and took my clothes so
nobody can ask why they're dirty -�, she claimed, with perhaps a little
more blame-shifting than Kimmy might have used.

    -�Poor thing, come over, I can give you lemonade and something to wear,
and your sitter can face the music for not doing her chores when her
parents come back on Monday! -�



   The house was cleaned, or at least, parent-ready, faster than estimated.
Contributing factors where the fact that the clutter and used dishes were
limited to the few rooms the girl had used, as well as the fact that Kimmy
had managed to incite the girls to actually help her.  Additional trouble,
however, came from the fact that the bathroom very definitely needed some
real cleaning, so Kimmy attended to it while the others were busy with
vacuum cleaner and trash bin.

   She was still busy, kneeling naked and scrubbing at the last stubborn
stain, when the first girl, now known as Holly, barged in.

    -�We're done, good thing you're such a clean freak -�

    -�Am not, just earning pocket money with odd jobs -�

    -�Whatever, let's look if your friend is done -�

   Of course, Darla had not been in the garden for a long while by then,
and almost nothing of the work was done.  The girls looked around the yard,
of course finding nothing, until Kimmy spotted Darla by pure chance, with
an accidental look through the neighbour's large living room window.  Darla
was lying on her stomach, wearing an oversized T-shirt, drinking soda and
munching on popcorn while she was watching television.

    -�That brat -�, Kimmy and Holly shouted in unison.

    -�It's unlikely it was all her idea -�, Holly's friend Mary
interjected,  -�it would have been to great a risk.  I figure she's been
caught and spun some story to get pampered rather than yelled at -�

    -�Yes -�, Kimmy agreed,  -�that'd be just like her -�

   Kimmy, Holly and Mary pondered their options.  Since Holly had to keep
living at her house and they didn't know what fib Darla had come up with,
the girls decided they needed a plan to discredit anything she might have
said.  To this end, they would pass of Kimmy, whose looks were closest to
Darla's among the girls, as her older sister, and collect the annoying,
bratty and of course untrustworthy younger sibling from next door.

   She would of course need to wear clothes for that, so they raided
Holly's wardrobe.  One key item would be the sneakers, whose one-inch-thick
sole would make her just that much taller than Darla while still looking
casual, which would hopefully bring about the desired siblings look.  Kimmy
also selected a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and some panties, although after
putting everything on, she had to take most of it off again to remove the
panties, explaining with a slight blush that after going without any for so
long, it wasn't the right moment to get used to them again.

   She did also grab the most girlish dress available to pass off as the
garment Darla ostensibly had chucked to go into the back yard naked.  And
also the most childish panties available.  Couldn't let her go unpunished,
after all.

   Walking next door felt odd.  Although the sneakers were undeniably
comfortable, the thick sole made Kimmy feel as if each step ended an inch
too high.  Between the panties and shoes, Kimmy briefly wondered how she
would ever be able to deal with the start of the new school year.

   After they had rung next door and told their story to the neighbour
lady, she rushed to the living room with an agry expression and re-appeared
actually dragging Darla by the ear, which caused all the girls to chuckle
quite a bit.  The old woman also insisted that Darla change out of the big
T-shirt into what she thought were Darla's own clothes right then and
there.

   Back at Holly's place, the first thing Kimmy did was to kick of the
shoes so she could walk normally again.  Next, she and Darla took off the
clothes they were wearing and handed them back to their rightful owner,
Holly.

    -�Now -�, said clothes owner addressed Kimmy,  -�don't you believe that
the forfeit has not been completed, for sheer lack of effort?  And that,
even though it's useless as a way of improving anyone's behaviour, a
spanking now is necessary just to show such conduct is not acceptable?

   Kimmy nodded, feeling actually a little satisfied that Darla would pay a
price for her bratty behaviour.  And was very surprised when she was
standing with her hands on the wall and her butt outward slightly, right
next to the identically posed Darla.  Kimmy had remembered too late that
Holly and Mary treated herself and Darla as a pair when it came to paying
for either's misbehaviour.  Fortunately, the  -�spanking -� was only one
slap per cheek from each girl.
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-- On the way back, Kimmy told of her adventure to everyone who was with
her in the car, and they all agreed a forfeit for Darla would definitely
happen.  When everybody had arrived at the Johnsonville ice cream parlour
for some after-excursion ice, they, too, agreed.



   Kimmy part 18a

   With such a large group ordering all at once, there was a noticeable
delay until everybody had their cup of ice cream, prompting a remark that
maybe acting as a waitress should be Darla's forfeit, which was then turned
into a suggestion when someone added the requirement to do it naked.  Even
then, it might have lead to nothing had Lisa not commented to the effect of
how much she'd love a prominently placed photo to immortalise such an
event.

   However, as soon as Granny heard these comments, she actually suggested
calling a friend of hers, who was a retired photographer and would
certainly be able to produce an appealing photo series.  This in turn got a
reaction from Donna, who just then and there had fallen in love with the
idea of taking home, as a souvenir, a photo series showing her daughter at
various places and doing various activities wearing  -�typical Johnsonville
fashion -�.

   Amidst grins, nods and similar statements of approval, Granny then
announced:  -�It's decided then, Darla's forfeit will consist of shooting
several photos showing her at summer activities in and around town, in
appropriate outfits, until the Donna and the photographer are satisfied
with the results.  Darla, do you accept the forfeit? -�

    -�Of course not, I  -" hang on a second, that's too easy, what happens
if I say no? -�

    -�We'll keep coming up with forfeits.  However, if we become convinced
that you're simply using it to try and escape entirely, we'll just vote on
something.  And at that point, we won't go easy on you -�

    -�I still don't like this one, what if the photos get spread around? -�

    -�You'll be given the negatives, of course.  Audrey always hands the
customer the negatives -�

    -�The what? -�, 16-year-old Donna asked, perplexed.

    -�It means the photographer retired before digital equipment had the
quality to convince all professionals -�, Donna explained to her daughter.
-�In short, as soon as we have the negatives and all the positives, only we
can create further copies.  I was going to have her use my own memory chip
and print out at home, but this will be just as safe -�

   Those in the group familiar with both analogue and digital photography
concluded that Donna's explanations were true in general, but that making
extra positives in the darkroom would be fairly easy.
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-----

    -�I'd like to have some pictures like that of you -�, Mom asked her
daughter on the drive back to Jonhnson farm.   -�Maybe you should join
Darla when she has her photo session -�

    -�Don't you think that'd be a huge quarrel over who does which shot? 
Why don't we...  I dunno, why don't I just wait until she's done and then
we can talk to Granny's friend Audrey? -�

    -�Sounds very reasonable -�, Granny interrupted,  -�and since we're
part of the community, we can rely on the honour principle and unlike
others, don't have to be afraid of giving a few copies to your close
friends -�

   Kimmy's standard daughter-aversion to pictures of herself being shown
was not helped by the fact she would be naked in most of them, yet with the
way Granny had phrased it, she found it hard to come up with a way to
convince her otherwise.  She finally settled for:  -�Will they even want to
see it, it's not like it'll be a special sight -�

    -�Oh, let us old people have our old people fun -�, Mom replied.  
-�Soon, you'll have kids of your own, and then you'll understand -�

   But Kimmy had yet another concern, one that had pushed itself more and
more to the foreground of her mind ever since Donna and Darla were
discussing security precautions:  -�What if the pictures end up on the
internet? -�

    -�Oh, nobody here would consider putting them there -�, was Granny's
reply, which could be anything from an empty phrase to the absolute truth
and therefore best possible protection, but since, to her best knowledge,
nothing had yet been posted despite generous amounts of nudity occurring in
town, the latter might just be true.

   Also, under a strictly pragmatic view, even though the town's quaint and
retro appearance made one forget, picture-making devices had become
ubiquitous  -" if Darla or Kimmy took pics themselves, it was hardly even
affecting any probabilities.
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-----

   Back home, Kimmy immediately stripped comfortably naked and took all the
clothes she had just brought back to the hamper next to the washing
machine. Noticing that it was full, she loaded the machine and started it.
Except nothing happened.

    -�Mom, the washing machine is broken! -�

    -�Go take the laundry over to Granny, she has her own washer, and
probably knows someone who can fix ours -�

   Kimmy unloaded the broken washing machine into a plastic basket and
carried it over to Granny's house.  Putting the laundry down at the door,
the naked teen walked inside, calling for Granny.  There was no reply
however, Kimmy's calls and the sound of her bare feet on the hard floor
being the only sounds until she found Granny sitting on a chair in the
kitchen, where she had dozed off.

   Granny was happy to grant use of her washing machine, and promised to
call someone to repair Mom's right away.  Granny explained to Kimmy were
the washer was located, adding an explanation that the rumbling and
rattling was nothing to worry about, as the machine had been doing that
since it was new.  She also told Kimmy how her own daughters loved to sit
on top during a washing cycle when they were younger.  Then, she turned to
the phone to call someone, presumably the repair person, leaving Kimmy to
fetch the laundry and bring it to the laundry room.



   After loading and starting the machine, Kimmy realised the Granny was
not exaggerating about rattling and rumbling, and remembered what she said
about her daughters.  She decided to climb on top of the rumbling automaton
briefly, just to see what the fuzz was all about.



   Kimmy part 18b

   Kimmy did not ride out the full washing cycle, but her little experiment
still made her walk back to her own house less than immediately.  Despite
all the activities of the day so far and progression into the evening, it
being high summer meant it was far from getting dark.  Not looking where
she was going, she almost bumped into a young man of maybe 18 years, who
was just getting out of his car.  Looking at him, Kimmy decided he was what
you call a hunk.

    -�Hello little girl, I'm Dave.  Can you show me where the broken
washing machine is? -�

   Little girl?  Kimmy wanted to protest, but realised that's what she must
look like to him.  Then she wanted to correct him, but was unsure how he
might take it.  In the end, she just showed him to the broken washing
machine, riddling him with questions on the way.  It turned out he was the
towns fix-it man for everything from kitchen appliances to cars, 19 years
old, and an eligible bachelor.  Before Kimmy could pursue the matter
further, Mom came in.

    -�Oh, there you are, already wondered where you disappeared to.  A
couple out of town called who need to replace the babysitter for their two
kids on short notice.  I couldn't find you and they really sounded
desperate, so I already agreed.  The kids are old enough to not really need
sitting.  But the parents need to believe you can keep them in check, so
you shouldn't dress too relaxed, I already laid out one of the longer
dresses and a pair of shoes -�

   The dress was about mid-thigh length, and the front and back were
basically a large panel of cloth each.  To compensate and avoid making it
too hot in the summer, the sides were practically non-existent above the
waist.  All in all, it looked very modest, from most angles.  The shoes
were sandals, of the type with heel straps.

   Kimmy pulled the dress over her head and took the sandals into her hand
as she went to fetch her bike, Mom coming along as she explained the way.
She also offered a lift by car, but Kimmy insisted to drive on her own and
be flexible for the return.

   Once on the way, Kimmy allowed herself a smile as she looked at the
sandals in the bike-basket before her, proof that Mom had this time found
it necessary to cause her to wear more rather than less.  Kimmy decided
that in order to reinforce this kind of thinking, she should put even more
emphasis on being naked at all times on and around the Johnson farm.

   Then the same sandals caused another, not so happy thought, as Kimmy
realised how ridiculous it was that she somehow wasn't able to work the
pedals in anything but bare feet.  After thinking a moment or two about
what the problem had been last time and how to fix it, she stopped, slipped
on the sandals, and tried.

   It worked without a problem, except after a short while Kimmy decided
that riding the bike barefoot had felt better.  Part of the reason why
Kimmy had decided to do it differently had been to make a better impression
on arrival, but more thoroughly re-thinking this part, she concluded that
putting the shoes back on just out of sight would suffice for this.  Since
her destination was on the edge of town, she had chosen the route around
town anyway, on the dirt roads between the fields; partly in order to avoid
traffic, partly because more roads meant more chances to get lost.

   Following her line of thought further, she decided that the
circumstances where ideal to not merely ride the bike barefoot, but fully
naked.  Since she wore only a single garment, the dress, this state was
quickly achieved.

   The plan went smoothly and the ride was pleasant, and exactly where the
dirt road, still under sight cover from the tall grain, joined the main
road leading into town, Kimmy stopped to slip on her dress and put on her
shoes.  Suddenly under the impression that it was somehow already darker
than it should be, Kimmy looked up at the sky and saw heavy clouds.

   There was nothing to be done about it though, so Kimmy just started on
the final stretch of road, her goal already in sight as soon as she turned
onto the main road.  However, as soon as she started to pedal, as if to
punish her for getting dressed again, the downpour started, a heavy if not
too cold summer rain that managed to get Kimmy completely drenched even on
the short distance remaining.

   The parents greeted her at the door, having waited behind it.  They
quickly welcomed her and told her to get the wet clothes off, have a shower
and get some dry clothes, the kids could show her where they were.  Then
they were off in a hurry, whatever they were planning to spend the evening
with was apparently not affected by the weather.

   Kimmy shouted at quick hello into the house, the kids not yet having
shown themselves, then dropped the dress into the puddle that had already
formed around her.  Stepping out of her equally wet shoes, she started to
search the house for either the shower or her charges.  She found the
latter right after rounding the first corner.

   There was a moment of awkward mutual staring.

    -�Hi, I'm Kimmy, your sitter -�, Kimmy finally broke the silence.  
-�Since you look old enough to start sitting yourself and won't
accidentally burn the house if left alone, I assume your parents simply
don't believe in trust.  But I'm sure we can get along well. -� Kimmy held
out her hand.

   There was a moment of awkward mutual staring.

    -�You look to be no older than us, which we can clearly see cause you
are stark naked -�

   Kimmy felt a flash of embarrassment upon the realisation that her nudity
was out of place, a feeling virtually identical to the one she had when
Granny suddenly stripped her naked back at the lake picnic.

    -�I-I got caught in the rain, and your parents said I could get a
shower here and clothes from you.  Also, I'm in fact 16 -�, Kimmy
explained, progressively regaining her composure as she spoke.

   Kimmy was shown to the bathroom, her charges introducing themselves as
Tom and Jane on the way.  She took a quick, refreshing shower and towelled
herself dry.  The towel still in hand, she briefly wondered whether it
would make any sense to wrap it around herself, but then she discovered
that clothing had already been placed in the bathroom for her.

   Said clothing was a T-shirt sporting the letter  -�I -�, a heart, and a
grey-coated cartoon horse with wonky eyes.  It was a bit surprising to get
only this one item, considering how the kids seemed to imply lax clothing
was not common in this household, but Kimmy brushed that thought aside.

   Kimmy rejoined the kids, and someone suggested a board game to pass the
time.  During the game, the boy and girl asked more and more questions
about Kimmy, eventually learning the full story of her adventures in
Johnsonville.  They were especially fascinated at how much nudity Kimmy was
allowed at home; the kid's parents, in contrast, put emphasis on "proper"
clothing for themselves and their offspring, regardless of what others
might think or wear.

   Since the heavy summer rain was still pouring outside, Jane eventually
asked why Kimmy had not simply rode over naked, if she was so comfortable
with it, then she could have avoided getting soaked.  Kimmy explained that
she didn't want to meet their parents naked and was surprised by the rain.
Being an honest type, she felt compelled that otherwise, being naked in the
rain might be very practical, especially if it was a warm summer rain. 
This might have been a mistake though, as the kids then started to
constantly nag Kimmy about a demonstration.  Kimmy finally got them to
cease by claiming that in order to really find out, all three of them would
have to get out naked.

   They did not cease for long, however.  Soon, when Kimmy got back from
fetching a round of sodas, she found they had used the time to make up
their mind and agree to get out naked into the rain with Kimmy.  Since it
was their first time, they decided to go into their rooms, just as if they
were not undressing but changing clothes instead.  Also, they reasoned
leaving their clothes in their rooms would give them less chance to back
out again.

   Kimmy went with Jane so her loaned T-shirt could be put away as well. 
The girls were a little faster than Tom and thus were already waiting at
the entrance door.  When he approached, Kimmy opened to door so they could
all step outside.  Just at that moment, there was a flash as Tom took a
photo of Kimmy and his sister naked by the door.

   "What did you do that for?", Jane asked her brother.

   "I just thought we might want something to remember this", he replied.

   Before they could discuss it further, a woman and a girl Kimmy's age,
presumably mother and daughter, approached through the rain.  In order to
get everyone's attention, they knocked on the door frame, seeing that the
door was already open.

   The woman stepped in, flapping her umbrella a couple of times to make it
drier, some of the drops spraying on Kimmy's naked skin.

   "We left the highway because we were worried about a noise in the engine
and wanted to find a mechanic's shop, but the car then died on us less than
half a mile from the town entrance.  So we came to ask for shelter from the
rain and to call someone to have the car towed and - excuse me, I just have
to ask, why are you all three naked?"

   "Oh, that's normal", Jane hastened to say before anyone else could, "it
gets very hot here and it's kinda rustic.  So it's normal for kids to go
naked.  Even up to our age.  We're often naked the whole summer!  Except
for special occasions.  It's really quite normal.  And we can call a
mechanic from the next town over.  I doubt they'll want to come tonight
though cause they're not going to do any work on it before the weekend's
over anyway"

   "You and the boy look a bit old to be "kids that can go naked", but none
of my concern.  Is there a least a hotel somewhere?  We need to change into
dry clothes, the rain's strong enough for water to come from all sides"

   "Oh, we can lend you a change of clothes, no problem", Jane's mouth once
again outran everyone.

   The siblings gave their guests a change of clothes each, and Kimmy noted
in passing they were given considerably more than she herself had been. 
While they were changing, Jane approached Kimmy.

   "Help!  I wasn't thinking at all, my brain was frozen while I talked, I
was so embarrassed at having been caught naked.  We have to somehow get
them to get going again, our parents will come back later tonight and then
this "nudity is normal" lie will fall apart"

   "Well it's gotten more and more normal for me the longer I was in this
town.  But more importantly, I think I know someone I can call and maybe he
can fix the car and send your "guests" back on the road before your parents
return"

   The person Kimmy had in mind was of course Dave, and after a brief first
call to Granny to get his number, Kimmy easily got him to agree to come and
have a look at the broken-down car.
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   Meanwhile, the stranded mother and daughter had a conversation while
getting changed into dry clothes:

   "You know, maybe you should just go naked like them while we're here. 
Seize the opportunity while there are no repercussions!  The serious parts
of life come all on their own, after all"

   "Oh mom please, it's so obviously just hogwash!  They were getting ready
for a streak while their parents were away", the daughter answered,
mistaking Kimmy, Jane and Tom for siblings, "the boy was even taking a
photo of the girls at the door.  Besides, if you really look you can tell
they're mostly to old for a "kids can do it" excuse.  And besides-besides,
why care that I can get away with it when there's no reason to do it!"

   "You mean no reason to get naked?  There's no reason to be clothed
either, but nevermind that now, cause we do have a reason now.  The parents
of these three kids will come back sometime tonight, so we can scare them a
little by going naked, implicitly threatening for them to get busted"
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   And so, when everyone was gathered again, everyone was naked.  However,
Tom and Jane were worried about this, because it increased the chances of
their parents discovering everything, the travellers were worried after
hearing a mechanic was finally on the way and might see them, only Kimmy
was comfortable, since Dave already had seen her naked and and the little
nude gathering might help convince him that she was neither a little kid
nor weird for going naked anyway.

   This situation lasted only a few minutes though, then the travelling
mother spoke out: "All-right, let's cut to the point right away.  Most of
us seem uncomfortable sitting here like this, so raise your hand if you
want to get dressed right away" Everyone raised their hands except Kimmy.
"Right, let's all get dressed then except you, you're the only one really
young enough in my book anyway", the woman concluded, addressing the last
bit to Kimmy.

   Kimmy instinctively wanted to object, but not only knew that it was true
when judging by looks alone, she also still didn't have her own clothes
back.  It might seem silly, but since Dave already had seen her naked, she
much preferred to wear her own skin when meeting him, rather than whatever
Tom and Jane might decide to give her.

   When Dave arrived, he didn't show any surprise at seeing Kimmy naked,
but couldn't resist teasing her a little:  -�Hello again.  I'm beginning to
wonder if you even own clothes -�

    -�.... -�  -�.... -�  -�Can we pretend I made a quick-witted reply?  I
do own some clothes  -" somewhere.  But you knew that -�

    -�I actually did, your mom and granny insisted on telling me just about
everything about you after I helped out earlier today.  I must admit, I
have no idea how babysitting can end with a broken car, or why you even
need to babysit for kids this old -�

   This last sentence of course inadvertently shattered all erroneous
conceptions anyone had about the situation, and a round of request for
clarifications started and didn't end until everyone was correctly
informed. As it became apparent that the mother-and-daughter pair of
stranded travellers wasn't planning on telling anything to Tom and Jane's
parents, and also became clear that Dave wanted to have the broken-down car
pushed into the garage to be able to work in dry conditions, the siblings
volunteered, and wanted to do it naked.

   Kimmy offered her help as well, but the guests wanted to further
interrogate her, and since Dave stated he had enough help, naked Kimmy
ended up being questioned about her life by the now-clothed pair, telling
just about everything about her adventures for the second time that day.

   Only when they were satisfied did Kimmy join the others outside, and by
that time, the daughter was willing to get naked again and join in, too. 
Fortunately, the car was old enough that Dave was able to fix it without
needing electronic diagnosis equipment and without encountering parts that
were never meant to be repairable.
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   No further trouble presented itself, and everything was resolved well
before the parents returned.  When the travellers left with some chance
left to get to their destination the same night, Kimmy noticed the daughter
had chosen to remain naked.  This made her smile a little, but the real joy
was that Dave asked her out to go see a movie with him on Sunday!

   When the parents finally returned late at night, Kimmy was already back
in her own, dried clothes.  It was, however, still pouring outside, so she
was offered a ride back to Johnson farm.  Kimmy tried to decline because it
meant leaving behind her bike, but they insisted.

   Both parents came along, so Kimmy was sitting in the back.  She didn't
mind, as this allowed her to slip out of her shoes for the ride.  Of
course, she nearly forgot them when she got out, but only nearly.  She also
managed to direct the conversation towards the recent clothing trends in
town, and to ask them a few questions on their views.

   The next day, late in the morning, Granny drove Kimmy over so she could
fetch her bike.  She was dressed in her shortest pair of shorts, nothing
else, barefoot and with the  -�cutest -� hairstyle Mom could make.  Based
on what she had learned the previous day, Kimmy had correctly predicted
there would be no hostile reaction, and for some reason, she felt really
good about having pushed the envelope like that.

   As soon as she was out of sight, having turned onto the track through
the fields, she ditched even the shorts.  She didn't plan to stay naked all
day though, she had a movie date later!



   Kimmy part 19a

   Upon arrival at the Johnson Farm, Kimmy leaned her bicycle against the
next wall and made a beeline for the phone to call Ally.  Lounging on the
couch, she went for the most comfortable pose, not caring what she put on
display to anyone hypothetically entering the room, while she explained her
thoughts to her friend: When she had fully committed to getting rid of all
of her old clothing, she hadn't been thinking about dates at all, since the
topic hadn't come up yet in her new life.  Now that she had a date, she was
concerned that her new casual style would make her look oddly young next to
Dave, or that showing up to a first date wearing too little might give him
the wrong ideas.  Since Ally was both a lifelong local and Kimmy's general
size and shape, Kimmy wanted to borrow an outfit from her, as well as get a
general briefing on Johnsonville dating.

   After some token teasing about Kimmy flip-flopping on her wardrobe
decisions, Ally pointed out that it would be easier if Kimmy were to come
to her, moving just one Kimmy rather than an entire wardrobe.  Finding the
perfect outfit for a first date was potentially time-consuming, so Kimmy
decided to head over immediately.  Only when she saw her shorts still lying
in the basket of her bike did she realise that she might want put them back
on in order to go into town.

   With the directions provided over the phone, Kimmy had no trouble
finding the house despite never having visited Ally before.  The typical
small-town two-storey house had a large lawn in front, surrounded by a low
fence.  Kimmy leaned her bike against the fence and crossed the path to the
front door, the sun-warmed gravel tickling her bare feet.

   Ally must have seen her friend coming, because the door opened as soon
as Kimmy reached it.  Kimmy might have considered herself lightly dressed
in just her short-shorts, but Ally's full nudity easily outdid her.

   "You're overdressed, unless you planning to wear a pair of old casual
shorts under the beautiful outfit we're going to select?"

   "Overdressed?  I don't hear that often any more"

   Kimmy started to laugh, but it turned into a surprised yelp midway
through, because Ally had simply pulled Kimmy's shorts to her ankles in a
swift movement.  Ally was still holding on to the small garment, so rather
than trying to wrestle her friend for them right out in broad daylight,
Kimmy simply stepped out of them and into the safety of the house.

   Ally, still holding the little piece of fabric, explained that her
mother was not at home, having lunch with some of her friends or
acquaintances, so she had decided to treat herself to some naked time, even
before Kimmy had called.  She also stated that she was going to put the
shorts somewhere safe since Kimmy would be naked between outfits anyway,
and would need the shorts for her ride back to the farm; exposing the
selected outfit to a bike ride would be too great a risk in her opinion.

   After several hours of getting in and out of clothes, all drawers,
wardrobes and other furniture of similar function were empty, and huge
piles of clothing where everywhere.  Two frustrated teenagers flopped onto
Ally's bed, from opposite sides, lying spread-eagled.

   "It's all your fault for being such a naked person, no wonder nothing
looks right on you", Ally said teasingly and reached for a pillow, only to
one-handedly slap Kimmy with it.

   "Hey, stop that", Kimmy demanded, even though her voice betrayed more
amusement than annoyance.  "And cut out the nons...", she tried to
continue, but the pillow hitting her face stopped her.  "Oh, now you're
getting it!", Kimmy laughed, and with that, she rolled over and pinned Ally
down, tickling her mercilessly.  "Surrender, fiend, and stop that nonsense
about there being no right clothes for me!", Kimmy laughingly hammed it up.

   "I surrender, I surrender!  And I'll never blame you again if your
outfit doesn't look right!  I mean, why would I have to say anything when
it's already obvious you and clothes just aren't compatible..." The last
word turned into a shriek and then laughter as Kimmy started to mercilessly
tickle her again.

   Ally managed to reach for her pillow again and swing it at Kimmy's face.
The latter automatically reached up to free herself of the white ball of
softness, and Ally used the opportunity to throw her off, jump off the bed
and assume a defensive pillow-fight stance.  Kimmy grabbed another pillow,
and they exchanged blows for a while, until both had to stop because they
were laughing to hard.

   "I dunno about you, but I'm thirsty now.  So why don't I go down to get
us some lemonade, while you just decide on an outfit.  It's not like we
haven't already been over the pros and cons of every single item, so you
can make your own choice just fine now.  And then, we both forget that we
had a silly, immature, stereotypical pillow fight"

   Kimmy nodded her agreement, and watched Ally hurry out of the room.  The
she had another glance at the piles of clothes - and found she was no
nearer to a decision than in the hours before.  Moments later, Ally ran
back in, sans lemonade, and threw a sun dress over herself.

   "You better get dressed, too.  I heard Mom at the door just as I was
about to head down the stairs.  I turned back immediately, don't think she
saw me"

   Kimmy nodded and slipped into one of the dresses lying around.  Not that
being dressed at home while running around naked or near-naked outside was
particularly rational, but if Ally thought it was somehow needed to give
her mom more peace of mind, Kimmy would trust her friend's judgement; the
way things were going, Mrs.  Williams would get used to more and more
nudity soon enough.

   For the moment though, Mrs.  Williams wanted an explanation why Kimmy
was there and wearing one of Ally's dresses, so she was told the full
story. Somewhat unexpectedly, she found the idea of Kimmy's "first date" to
be rather cute, and offered her help in picking an outfit from Ally's
clothes.  "Offered" in this case meaning that a tentative argument to not
get mothers involved was shot down by a remark that the girls haven't quite
managed to decide on their own.

   Indecisiveness, as it turned out, was far from being a problem to Mrs.
Williams as she had Kimmy put on, take off, and display clothing items in
front of herself and her daughter.  When she was satisfied, she had Kimmy
strip naked again and neatly folded the completed outfit of choice.  To
Kimmy, it was all a blur, repeatedly being stripped and redressed in front
of her sundress-covered friend and her fully clothed mother.  She had to
admit though, the resulting outfit choice was far from being an obvious
case for rejection.

   "You better change back into the clothes you came, in like you said",
Ally's mother reminded Kimmy before she could even ask why the freshly
selected outfit was being folded away, "the clothes we picked should be
nice, fresh and clean when you put them on just before your date".  Kimmy
was a bit surprised by this; it wasn't as if she'd be unable to keep the
outfit clean for the relatively short amount of time in question.  The
bigger problem, however, was that Kimmy's shorts couldn't be found.  Ally,
who had put them away, first looked very purposefully under a certain pile
of clothing, then another, then randomly riffled through several more, only
to finally throw up her hands and admit that she must have misplaced them.

   "Well, it can't be helped now.  I noticed the lunch money was still
where I left it when I came back, and you don't seem to have cooked
anything either, so I assume you still need to be fed.  No backtalk, can't
have your stomach suddenly growling on a date".  And with that, she headed
down into the kitchen.  Ally slapped her naked friend lightly on the butt
to get her going and brought up the rear herself.

   Ally's mom simply heated some spaghetti with tomato sauce from the day
before in the microwave, then filled a plate each for her daugther and her
naked guest.  While they ate, Mrs.  Williams informed Ally how over lunch,
she had learned in detail about the upcoming changes for the new school
year.  Kimmy was surprised since she had kind of assumed ally knew all
about it already, but thinking about it again, she hadn't learned of it
herself until fairly recently, and the subject never came up between her
and Ally due to more current stuff always haven taken priority in
discussion and chit-chat.  Kimmy thus paid just as close attention to
Ally's mom than Ally, in case she could contribute to the conversation or
maybe learn something new herself from a new source. 

   Being distracted like this, neither of the girls noticed how Ally's
careless handling of her noodles causes tomato sauce to be splutterd over
Kimmy's body until Ally's mother pointed it out, making a remark about how
it was a good thing Kimmy was eating naked.  Kimmy blushed as she noticed
the tomato sauce on herself, but after taking a moment to recover had to
agree that eating naked was indeed a benefit in such a case, and even
suggested Ally might try it too.

   To Kimmy's surprise, but even more so to Ally's, Mrs.  Williams almost
instantly agreed: "I know how you've always wanted more chances to be
naked. When those opportunities came, you took them but didn't change the
way you dressed at home very much, and I like to think it was out of
respect for me.  Myself, I was wary about the upcoming development, so I
approved of this.  But today, after learning that the school is changing
its rules and the city council will tacitly support the same changes
everywhere in town, there's no more reason for you to "hold back".  Also,
the new rules being based on apparent rather than actual age, we might want
to take a good look at you."

   With the eyes of her mother and of a curious Kimmy upon her, Ally
blushed as she realised she was supposed to strip right then.  She seemed
oddly reluctant to Kimmy as she stood and pulled off her sundress, until a
comment by Mrs.  Williams about the absence of underwear reminded her that
some people still expected it to be worn, a fact that had dropped out of
Kimmy's focus since she herself had stopped using any, seemingly ages ago.

   As has been previously stated, Ally was related to Kimmy around some odd
corners and shared her late bloomer status, a fact that at that moment got
rather heavily commented on.  To reach a better verdict, Mrs.  Williams
then asked Kimmy to stand up, so that she could have a comparison.

   "You should both be able to go to school naked", Ally's mom finally
announced the verdict, "but Ally, you might be a bit limited outside of
school and home, despite the lack of an objective difference, since there
already are people in town who know you're simply too old.  Kimmy, on the
other hand, you might as well retire your wardobe, since your birthday suit
is the only outfit you'll really need for quite a while.  Which is good
since it means we're not forced to have a frantic search for those shorts
you came in."

   Kimmy knew exactly, from previous experience, what Ally's mother meant
when she said that previous knowledge of Ally's age in the local populace
might cause different treatment of her and her friend in terms of nudity.
Something would have to be done about that sometime in the future, but she
decided that for the moment, the emphasis was on "in the future", since
time had advanced more than she would have liked, and to leave without a
prolonged search for those shorts suited her rather well.  Sure, it would
mean a naked bike ride home, but she could pick her route so as to leave
the populated area rather quickly.

   Kimmy left, after saying everyone their goodbyes, and Ally, then once
more standing at the entrance with the door at her back, suddenly got a
line-of-sight inspiration as to the whereabouts of Kimmy's shorts.  She
wanted to rush after her naked friend, but Kimmy, pedalling fast, was
already disappearing down the road.  Ally's mom told her not to worry,
though - it was, after all, perfectly fine for Kimmy to move through town
wearing nothing, and if she somehow urgently developed a need for clothes
regardless, she had a complete outfit in her bike's basket, after all.



   Kimmy part 19b

   As luck would have it for Kimmy, meanwhile, she couldn't leave the
aforementioned populated area as quickly as she thought.  At a distance
that was not very impressive while riding a bike, but much more so when
pushing one, she for the first time experienced the inconvenience of a flat
tire.

   For a few short moments after realising what happened, Kimmy just stood
on the road, naked, looking at the flat tire as if trying to hypnotize it,
and considered if it would be best to push the bike back to Ally's at a
trot and find a solution there, Push the rest of the way at a similar yet
more exhausting trot, or find a way to call someone to hitch a ride from.
The last option in theory was the best, but unfortunately had a blank in it
or two.

   "Need some help?", a voice from one of the front gardens asked.  It
belonged to a woman in her early 20s, who waved a tyre pump, of the kind
commonly fixed to bycicle frames, and a small plastic box presumably
containing some sort of puncture repair kit.  She was wearing nothing
except a pair of shorts that ended just above her knees, a quite daring
outfit for someone her age and figure.

   Kimmy readily agreed and followed the woman, who had spotted her from a
window and then came out to offer help, into her backyard.  The woman not
simply repaired the tire, but insisted on teaching Kimmy how it was done,
showing her how to disassemble the tire, find the hole with just your hands
rather than an inconvenient water bowl, and apply the patch before
re-assembling everything.  She also mentioned how most people these days
prefered to just carry extra tubes, their price having dropped low enough
for this to be affordable.  The woman herself - Ash - admitted to be a bit
old-school about this.  She also insisted on having Kimmy try her hand at
it, which taught Kimmy a bit about bycivle maintenance but also caused her
to get some oil on herself, mostly her hands.

   All in all, even with all the showing and explaining, the repair was
done rather quickly, and soon Kimmy was again sitting on her bike, naked
and ready to depart.  Seeing her like this, Ash couldn't help but remark
how lucky they both were that the town had, in her words, finally gotten
sensible in its attitude towards nudity.  Kimmy found herself agreeing
before she could even think about it, but then she had to set off: She had
left Ally's with a time buffer like any responsible person, but the flat
tire, quickly fixed as it was, still had eaten into it.

   However, being young and fit, Kimmy still managed to arrive early enough
to have time for a shower before the arranged pick-up time.  Seeing Granny
outside, she asked her to bring the borrowed outfit inside, since she
herself still had oily fingers.  When she opened the door and went inside
though, she was surprised to find Dave already there - with two more girls
and a somewhat sheepish expression as he explained that when he explained
at home that he was going to the movies with "a friend", his little sister
insisted on coming along, and the parents took her side, and then she even
brought one of her friends along, without prior notice.  The girls'
impatience was also the reason why he was a little early.

   Kimmy was disappointed, even a bit angry.  Babysitting younger siblings
was not her idea of her date.  But the shower - which was still necessary
because of the oil, Dave already waiting or not - helped calm her down, and
she reasoned that he didn't bring them along on purpose, after all.  He'd
just have to make up for it on the next date.

   When she emerged however - towel in hand because she had dropped the
habit of wrapping it around herself when she stopped wearing clothes at
home - the next surprise was already waiting: The younger sibling's friend
was wearing the outfit she had borrowed from Ally, complete with shoes and
everything.  And as if to rub it in, the younger girl, tall for her age,
looked better and more mature than Kimmy herself had in the very same
clothes.  Granny took Kimmy aside before she fully entered the room:

   "I know you might think that your date is going progressively downhill,
but you should actually no longer consider this a date and rather see it as
a family outing, because that's what it became when he brought along
siblings.  Just have a real first date sometime later.  As for the outfit
you borrowed, I promise if anything happens, I'll take it up with?"

   "Ally.  But you know, I might still have wanted to wear that, even if we
don't call it a date, now that I went and borrowed it"

   "Well, yes", Granny replied, suddenly sounding a lot more apologetic, "I
guess I could say that you don't need to wear it for what is now a family
outing, but you're right, and I only gave it to Alia because I had a weak
moment and gave in since she was so adorably cute when she asked"

   Kimmy thought for a moment, but found that she wasn't really angry at
anyone at this point, and also realised that she couldn't have things they
way she originally wanted without being a lot more bitchy than she'd be
comfortable with.  So she went and got herself a short, light dress to wear
and joined the others to leave for the cinema.  On the way out, she quietly
informed Dave that he still owed her a proper first date, to which he
gladly agreed because it meant Kimmy wasn't seriously angry and still
wanted to date him.

   At the entrance to the cinema, they, or rather Kimmy, were greeted by
Chas.  Most people already were waiting in the darkened theatre for the
adverts to begin, so Chas had a moment to talk:

   "Hey there, barefoot girl, going to streak the cinema again?"

   "I didn't streak the cinema, nobody saw me but you!"

   "I saw your butt allright", Chas teased, "anyway, who are your friends?"

   Kimmy quickly explained who everyone was, then, on everyone's
insistence, gave a recap of how she had ended up butt naked the last time
she had visited this very cinema.  When she was done, they had to hurry to
avoid missing the start of the movie.

   A short time into the movie, Kimmy noticed some movement out of the
corner of her eye, and to her surprise, a very much naked Ally ended up in
the seat to her right.

   "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you have some explaining to do"

   "Well, we found that little scrap of cloth you call your shorts, and
made a quick call, just to let your folks know where you can pick them up.
That's when I learned your cosy date was replaced with a mass event, and at
that point, I saw no reason not to participate.  I talked to Chas get in
here and catch up with you guys, and she remarked on how similar we both
dressed today, and then she ended up offering me free entrance if I went in
naked.  I knew you had done that with no problem so I just handed her my
dress and here I am.  Now, your turn to explain"

   "Explain what?"

   "Why you are not naked of course!"

   Kimmy just tried to laugh that question away - quietly, of course, since
they were in a cinema - but Ally kept insisting, and since Kimmy couldn't
come up with good arguments against it, she was soon naked.  And she had to
admit, it was just as much fun as her first time naked in a cinema.

   Kimmy of course didn't lean over to Dave to inform him post-haste that
she had stripped naked in a dark room right next to him, but he noticed
anyway.  Kimmy promised him a full explanation after the movie in order to
get him to mostly look at the big screen again.  Nobody else noticed the
pair of naked teens and, just as she had done the last time Kimmy tried
this little stunt, Chas arrived with the dress she had been holding on to.

   Dave received a full explanation over a burger-and-fries dinner at
Moira's.  He also received a good look at Kimmy, who had stripped down,
knowing it was OK with Moira.  Ally, whose idea it had been, had stripped
as well, and Dave's sister had joined them, although the latter two were of
much less interest to Dave.  Of the four girls in the group, only Alia had
chosen to remain dressed, even though it made her look like the odd one
out.

   On the way back from having dinner, Ally was the first to be dropped off
- not at home but at the cinema, where she had left her bike.  On the way
there, Dave's sister and her friend Alia were quietly arguing, until Alia
finally yielded and agreed to "do it".  So when Ally hopped off, Alia
stripped and handed back the borrowed outfit, as a pretense to remedy the
fact she had thus far been the only one of the girls to not have been naked
on their outing.  Despite having needed some encouragement from Dave's
sister, she didn't seem to mind her naked car ride at all; quite the
opposite if anything.

   Next, Dave drove Kimmy back to her farm, and as they said goodbye, Kimmy
made him promise that their next "first date" would be a strictly two
person thing.  Then, on an unrelated note, she informed him that having
seen how much trouble selecting an outfit for a date can really be, she'd
simply come naked next time.

   When Kimmy then entered the house, she found Mom.  Who was rather naked.

   "Oh, hello Kimmy.  I had a little chat with Granny about how I never got
to be a Johnson girl in my youth, and as you can see, she agreed to me
doing a bit off catch-up on that, while being on farm grounds"