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Kimberly had enjoyed her day up until now but that would change. She was quite happy when she clicked the last button on the screen registering herself as a nudist. She had enjoyed removing every bit of her clothing at the Registration office, pulling, pushing and peeling them off her body for the very last time. She was pleased to bag them up in front of the poor registration lady. She was not ashamed to pose naked for the photograph on her nudist ID card. She was delighted as she walked through the mall for the first time without wearing any clothes at all. She had enjoyed disposing of her last clothing outside and meeting her surprised friends at the bookstore. Walking around the Valley Lo mall in the nude with them was a new thrill for her, less so her friend’s reactions to her nudity and to her decision to become a nudist. She decided not to share details of her registration period; Lifetime, nor her choice of options; Strict.

The routine with her friends had become tiresome though. Beth would not stop talking, asking, begging: “Where are your clothes? When are you getting dressed? How can you stand to be naked? Everyone can see you, all of you! Aren’t you embarrassed to walk around like that?” All during this her friend Jenny would just smile and smile, like the cat that ate the canary, waiting to see how this would go, what would happen next.

Kimberly was happy to let her friends go shopping in the clothing store but explained that her interest in clothing was over. Instead she wandered further into the mall. Everyone was actually very nice about her nudity. The many stunned faces stopped dead in their tracks, staring at her breasts or her pubic hair, or else parted around her as if she were royalty. Soon she was stopped by a young man. He was careful not to get too close, just enough to get her attention. She walked right up close to him, she was so confident being nude in the mall around all these people. He introduced himself and pointed to the nail salon nearby and offered her a free pedicure. Since she had basically registered to be permanently barefoot Kimberly appreciated the thought.

The young man took his time and made a great job of looking after her and her toe nails. Trimming, polishing and painting. The whole process made her feel excited and a bit regal as she sat above him, high up in the tall chair, on display in the store’s well lit front window. This gained many observer’s interest from the rest of the mall. He was delighted they noticed his store. Kimberly was pleased that they noticed her. The young man sat at her feet and smiled. She noticed that he made little eye contact as he worked but did spend time looking up her long legs and much time staring into her pale blond bush. She did not allow his staring to offend or bother her, quite the contrary. She was a nudist now and determined to get used to being visible to everyone, letting people look at her all they wanted.

The young man, Jake, began by cleaning her toes and deliciously massaging her feet. She was quite conscious of how he casually lifted and parted her naked legs, from the foot rest to his lap revealing more and more of her once private parts to his, and the watching public’s view. She felt a new pride in making a display of herself. Her body, her skin, every inch of it, was now on display for everyone to see. People’s curiosity and even cold stares would be good practice for her in her new life. Once she walked back into the mall, sporting her new pedicure, not so many people paid attention to her. They had surely seen all there was to see. She met her friends and was surprised at how much clothing they had bought.

Riding home in Beth’s car was uneventful but soon became difficult for Kimberly. It really was thrilling to experience her neighborhood, her world, in a new way; totally naked. She had been used to how her bare feet felt on the car’s floor. What was new was how the car seat felt so cold against her bare bottom, how the seat belt crossing her breasts dug into her skin. The differences were stark; her friends bundled up and with bags of new clothes, Kimberly wearing only a wallet on her wrist and nothing else.

Riding along from the mall back to her familiar surroundings without her clothes slowly made it clear what she had done. This was not a special treat for just the day but a new way of life she would have to deal with from now on. Being naked on her home turf would be new and very different. Knowing this she became increasingly uneasy.

She had been bold with her decisions but the reality, the consequences were yet to be dealt with. At the Registration office, had she really thought through all the problems she would have once she went back to her life, her life at home? Her friends and even strangers were at first easy to shock, but had adapted soon enough to her nude young body being constantly visible. People who knew her well and on whom she depended might feel differently.

Her friends had noticed how quiet Kimberly had become as they went through their neighborhood and approached her house. Beth tried to be helpful by pulling into Kimberly’s long drive way to shorten her barefoot walk to the door.

Kimberly had heard none of her friend’s non-stop chattering until she reached for the door handle. Then they both said “Good luck” at once. Kimberly looked at them, tried to smile and got out of the car. The sound of the car door slamming shut echoed across the street and down the block. She was sure it would alert everyone around that she was standing there with nothing on.

She steeled herself and moved on. But even that short barefoot walk across her lawn to the front door was surprisingly intense for her. She could not stay out here in the open but would things be any better for her inside? She did not need the cold grass on the lawn to remind her how barefoot she was. The cool breeze on her long nipples did that as well as shifting the curls of her pubic hair. She was no longer naked in her bedroom making plans. She was not on a distant beach dreaming of skinny dipping. She was not considering a secret topless swim. She was outdoors, in front of her own home. Walking to her front door completely naked. Voluntarily naked up until that moment, and certainly legally, committed to staying that way.

She opened the the old door and took in her home’s familiar sights and smells. She felt her bare feet on the hard wood floors and fine carpets. It was all familiar but still felt very unusual. She recognized everything here but herself. Everything was just the same as it had been this morning except her. Somehow she had never imagined being naked at home before and now she was. The reality of it, the new reality of it was somehow impossible for her. She had been proud and confident when registering and walking through the mall. Now all that was gone. Now she was actually naked in her home, where she grew up, where she and her family had lived all these years.

She couldn’t think of what but felt there was something she had to do. She paced nervously and thought. Even with her panic mounting, she knew for certain that getting dressed was not a possibility. She kept pacing through the huge house mumbling to herself “I’m a nudist. I’m a registered nudist now. I’m a nudist. I registered today. I’m a nudist.” She did not know why she kept repeating this except somehow to convince herself. Finally she realized she did not need to convince herself but to explain herself, explain to her folks. They would need an explanation.

She kept walking, working to figure out how she could do this, until she got there. She got to the big mirror in the front hall and stopped. There she saw herself fully naked, head to toe for the first time. She was not in her bedroom or bathroom but downstairs, where her family lived. She looked at her face and into her eyes and without mumbling at all Kimberly said quietly “I… I am nude.”

She slowly stared up and down and took in her naked body. She realized that this was exactly how everyone had been seeing her today; both of her friends, the lady in the Registration Office, the young man with the pedicure, all the people at the crowded mall. They had all seen and watched this pale, young, totally naked woman walking all through the mall as if it were perfectly normal. Somehow she knew it was not. She briefly considered running up the stairs to safety but knew she couldn’t. Clothes would not protect her anymore. They were no longer for her. She had seen to that.

Seeing her nudity in these familiar surroundings brought back the cold facts, the permanence of her choices. She had always loved this mirror. It always showed her how fantastic she looked in her outfits just as she was heading out for the evening. And she always did look fantastic. Now it would always show her naked body, her constant nudity from this day forward.

She studied her body for a long while. In this light she could see that her breasts, her hips and pubic areas were much paler than the rest of her skin. After being clothed since August she thought she would be pale all over. She wondered how long it would take for her skin to even out. She looked nothing like the happy, tan nudists on the Registration Office website. A few trips to a tanning salon might solve that problem but for now she was a patchwork of faded tan, rosy pink and ghostly white. Her toe nails were rockin’ but that only made the rest of her look like an unmade bed.

She stood up on her bare tip toes and wondered why she seemed shorter in the mirror. Soon it was obvious. Usually she would be wearing killer high heels when she checked herself out here. She would not be wearing them anymore. That’s when she wondered if she had gone too far. She could have chosen just a few months of total nudity for a start but she didn’t. She had gone all in and now she had to deal with it, an entire lifetime of nudity.

Finally she stopped thinking and faced herself squarely in the glass. She looked at her whole naked self and forced herself to remember how proud she had been when she registered, how pleased she was when she clicked that last button and stripped completely nude in that strange office at the mall. How she had loved walking through the mall totally comfortable in her bare skin despite people’s reactions. She did not dwell on how nervous she felt now but held out her chest, showing off her very erect, very pink nipples, and surprised herself by saying out loud “This will be it. Still fantastic!”.

She was then even more surprised at how confident she sounded. But seriously she knew she was right. This was! it. This is what she had done. She had wanted this for a long time. Now she had actually gone out and signed up for it. She was nude now. Pale or tan, nervous or not, she was really going to live like this from now on. She stood up straight with her head back and decided that she was ready for it. Her confidence was somewhat restored, at least for now. After a moment she was about to turn to go find her parents when she heard a shriek from behind her. Her mother had just walked into the hall. Now, to explain to them.