Kimberly Adams Has Registered Explaining to the Folks

 

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Kimberly Adams Has Registered 1.3

Explaining to the folks

Ken Adams sat with his jaw set and his mouth closed. His mouth made as long and straight a line of angry grimace as anyone could find on any face in North America. Fixed, not frowning and certainly not smiling. He and his slightly squinting eyes under his gray eyebrows were looking into the eyes of his recently nineteen year old daughter sitting at the other end of the long dining room table. She was entirely naked. She had been trying to explain her decision to register herself as a nudist with the state but it was not going well.

Ken Adams had not said a single word. Mrs. Adams “Laura” had not stopped talking. She had begun doing so and at high volume when she had first seen her naked daughter standing in the front hall. While he and Kimberly sat in the elegant dining room Mrs. Adams had been pacing about wildly and talking just as wildly for the last two hours with no limit in sight. The several points had come down to a steady list with Laura going through them again and again.

Both her parents were aware of the changes in the laws for Lifestyle Registration, allowing people to legally commit to their varying ways of life. They did not know that nudism was one of the choices. The purpose in making such laws was partly to keep people from joining these groups. Being a member of such groups full time would deter many of those who wished to participate only part of the time. It worked, mostly. Those who still registered were the most avid of lifestyle participants. In the case of nudism that came with the requirement that they live nude all the time despite weather and other conditions. This was originally meant to discourage anyone from doing it but backfired. Now it was legal to be naked so long as you could stick to it.

Her mother continued. “Well, you will just have to un-register. That’s all. There is no way you are going to live like this for another minute, do you hear?”

“Mother, as I have been saying, the registration is done and complete. There is no ‘un-doing’ it. I’m a registered nudist with all that’s required by state law. And even if I could ‘un-register’ I wouldn’t. This was my decision. I’m not un-doing anything.” Her mind was constantly battling to keep her from ever reconsidering her choices. Her folks were upset, but she had decided. She must not let them talk her out of anything.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed? You’ve got lots of nice things to wear. You have your…”

“No, Mother. I’m not getting dressed. All those clothes are going away. I don’t need them anymore.”

During this very long tedious discussion Ken Adams was struck by the fact that though his wife was loud and nearly hysterical, his daughter had not raised her voice or answered in anything but a quiet mature tone all while meeting his unwavering gaze. Quite unlike the childish tones he had been used to hearing from both of them over many years.

“Well then, you will just have to wear my clothes. We can make alterations and..”

“Mother, none of your clothes have fit me since I was twelve. And no, I’m not getting dressed.”

Kimberly was right, Ken Adams thought. She had grown up to be much taller than her mother. From the corner of his eye he could see his wife pacing, waving her arms around and throwing out ideas and excuses while his naked daughter sat calmly, staring right back at him, eye to un-moving eye. She spoke quietly and stated plane facts, always coming back to her very plane opinion that she was nude and was going to stay that way.

“So what happens to the room full of clothes you’ve got up there?”

“They can all go to the goodwill. I’ll take them there. I’ll enjoy the space.”

“You’ve collected a fortune in high fashion dresses as well. What happens to all of that?” Laura shouted.

Very calmly, Kimberly said “They can go to the high fashion re-sellers out in Scarborough. They’ll pay good money for them. Most of them don’t fit me anymore. Besides, they’re a few years old, not such high fashion anymore.”

Ken Adams had always been angry about her collecting such expensive and very temporary fashions, much like her mother, for most of her young life. He had told her it would have to stop. Now apparently it had.

Laura was not buying it. “Stand up. Stand up here.” With that Kimberly broke from her father’s icy gaze, left her chair and stood in front of her mother. “So you plan to go to your new school dressed just like that?! Totally naked?! It’s disgusting!”

She made a brave face to show her mother that she really could do this. She kept her arms down and her chin up. She looked at her mother and submitted to her inspection, her determined ridicule. Just as her mother had looked away Kimberly looked at her father once more. At that moment she was immediately eight years old. She was again standing naked in her mother’s large closet where she had been trying on her mother’s fancy dresses. The complete terror she felt right then had almost killed her. It had taken a long time for her to get up the nerve even to sneak into her mother’s closet. Getting naked to get into some of the dresses took more time and much effort. Finally there she was, totally naked in front of her father with lots and lots of fancy dresses lying all around her. She could not move and looked forward to dying.

All her father said, sternly, was “Hang up all these things. Clean up this mess, and put some clothes on.” For many weeks after that incident she had been too embarrassed to face him. And yet, here she was again, just as naked and just as embarrassed. The urge to jump and run upstairs sounded good just then. She couldn’t be embarrassed. She mustn’t be. She had just registered as a nudist with no limit and no alternatives. She took in a breath, lifting her breasts, and tried to remember all the happy nudists she saw at the Registration office computer. Surely they had gone through this when explaining their decision to family members. She could see now what a terrible shock it was to her folks.

Despite his anger Ken Adams could see how beautiful Kimberly looked. Her face, her skin, her fully filled out form, her hips, her breasts with her large erect nipples, quite unlike her mother’s, and her very adult triangle of curly pubic hair. Ken Adams had never known his daughter’s nipples were so long, longer than any he had seen before. He considered it a strange condition and wondered where it might have come from.

Kimberly was worried, very worried. She did not like to see that immobile look on her father’s face. She had seen it on several occasions in the past, but never directed at her. Those who had received this gaze had all given up and turned tail, every time. Whether it was holding out against some enormous business offer or getting people to break up and pull away acres of damaged buildings without charge, she knew what that look had been able to do. It had always been the one immovable force in her life, and now it was staring right at her. Still, she stood there, vulnerable, totally bare, wondering if she could stay that way.

“Yes, this is exactly what I’ll wear, nothing. I’m dressed in my skin, OK? I can’t wear anything else now, I’m registered as a nudist.”

“OK, but what about shoes? You can’t manage to go barefoot everywhere.”

“Mother, I go barefoot most of the year. Besides, I’m strict.”

Laura stopped and stared at Kimberly “Strict? What do you mean strict?”

“It means my registration does not allow shoes or any covering at all.” Her mother was silent, just staring at Kimberly’s face. “As in, no shoes, no leggings, boots, sandals, hose, no belts, no vests, no peek-a-boo dresses, as in nothing.”

“And this was your idea?”

“Well, yes, when I saw it as one of the options I thought it was perfect.”

“Perfect for what?”

“It means I can get rid of all the clothes I have and never wear any again. I’ll never buy any new clothes to show off my body. Nothing sexy or teasing.” Kimberly was getting exited and despite her efforts starting to get loud.

“You could have thrown out your clothes without going naked.”

Kimberly paused before continuing quietly. “I had to make a change and this was it. I want to be nude.” She sat down again, her head down. She stared down at her new pedicure, her free! pedicure, the last treat she got from her visit at the mall. “I don’t want to shop for clothes, chase after clothes, dress all up in pretty clothes, collect clothes or worry about clothes. I’ve never felt comfortable in them.”

“You’ve complained about that before.” her mother said quietly. “But this is so extreme! Can’t you change them and make the fit better? More comfortably?”

Kimberly sat upright “Not as comfortable as this,” she said as she spread her arms, holding out her breasts and her nipples. She looked at her father and continued their eye to eye contact. “Yes, I’ve always adjusted and modified my bras and dresses all the time but they always pinch, rub and irritate. For the first time in my life I’m actually comfortable. This feels great! It’s perfect for me.” She lowered her head and said quietly “I’m not going back.”

After a long pause “What do your friends think of this idea?” Laura was slowing down a bit.

“Brenda wants my old clothes. Beth still doesn’t know what to think. She thinks it’s a gag, that I’ll get dressed as soon as I get home.”

“I think Beth’s got something there.”

“Well my high fashion clothes won’t fit Brenda. They’re all going to the re-sale shop. I wouldn’t want to see her wearing them around, anyway. And Beth will figure it out before long.”

“Ok, Kimberly Adams, what happens when it gets cold outside? You’re going to want to get dressed up then won’t you?”

“Actually I live indoors, in heated homes, heated malls and schools. But yes I will have to put up with the seasons. So long as I can go swimming and hiking in the Summer in the sun it’s worth it.”

“You know there are places you can go, hiking and swimming… like… that. You could take a vacation, take some friends and go… hiking in the sun and all that.”

“No, Mother, I decided last summer. I was going to register, become a nudist. Now seemed to be the right time.”

“You might have thought enough of us, enough of me to discuss it first.”

“We would have had this same discussion. Would you have come to the mall with me to register? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shock you so, I really didn’t. I’m sorry if you have trouble adjusting, but I had to do it for myself.”

“Have you thought about school? All the new people you’re going to meet in your new school? They are all going to see you like this. They’ll all think your a..” Just then Laura hushed herself to nothing. But soon came back in a whisper “A slut!”

“Well, I’m just going to have to convince them otherwise. And for what it’s worth, how respectable would I look going to school in all my high fashion dresses. Plunging necklines, skirts slit way up the side. Those would make me look very slutty indeed. With all their teasing and peek-a-boo covering, they’re designed to make me look as sexy as possible. What if I wore those to class?”

Her mother became quiet for the moment.

“Yes, I have thought about it. Once everyone sees me, all of me like this, the surprise will come and go. Everyone will get used to me being nude, just like you will.” Her mother just then turned her head and walked away, unable to consider that possibility. Kimberly was starting to review the thinking she had gone through that got her in this situation. “After that it wouldn’t matter if I got dressed since they would all remember me like this, always remember me nude. So there was no reason to limit my registration to a year or two.”

“A year or two?” Laura said incredulously. “Exactly how many ‘years’ did you register for?”

She decided not to share the many choices she had seen while registering. Her mother would have preferred any of those to what she had finally chosen; a Lifetime of Strict nudity. Kimberly sat up straight with her shoulders back and her breasts out looking directly at her Father. “I didn’t choose any number of years, I chose Lifetime Registration. This way I’m not storing my clothes away for years and years, I’m getting rid of them for good. I’ve registered as a Lifetime Nudist.” When she heard herself say it out loud to her folks she felt she had finally done it. She had stated her entire case without holding back or making excuses. She knew she would be a nudist from now on. She had to wait to hear what her folks thought she was going to be.

Laura started up again, pacing and yelling about the same problems and how disgusting it all was.

This is where it had started two and a half hours ago. Ken Adams had heard it all more than once. He slowly rose from his seat, where he always sat, to listen to deals, cases, arguments of all kinds. He had carefully listened and broken through the toughest opposition that the town, the business, the state and the IRS had sent his way. This was no different. He was going to get his way and everyone would have to deal with it. He walked down the long table to his daughter and held out his hand.

“Phone”, he said quietly. Kimberly nervously spilled out her new wallet and picked up her phone next to her Nudist ID card. She ran the code on the keypad and handed over the phone. He looked at it and said “Boyfriend”. She took the phone back and spun through the names until ‘Tom’ came up. She handed the phone back to him. He looked down at ‘Tom’ with some surprise and a bit of scorn. “What happened to Jimmy?”

“Jimmy’s still around. He’s just got too busy for us to … hang out.” Kimberly said quietly, slowing down as the explanation crumbled.

Laura was still pacing just as wildly and talking loudly about the same issues over and over without end. Looking down at the phone and without turning his head or apparently opening his mouth Ken Adams said “Quiet.” All at once Laura stopped talking. She stopped pacing. She lowered her head just a bit but soon raised it up and walked into the kitchen. From the loud sounds of some pot going from the stove into the sink it seemed as if she was starting dinner, but not so quietly. Kimberly was stunned and remained silent. She had never heard her father speak to her mother like that and had never seen her mother react that way. Kimberly seriously did not know what was happening and already felt terrible about being the cause of it.

Ken Adams examined the phone and without looking up quietly asked Kimberly “Do you plan to keep living here?”

Kimberly was even more shocked. She had some options open to her but would certainly prefer to stay with her family. “Yes.” she almost whimpered. She felt as if she was about to tear up. “I would prefer to stay here with you.” She paused a bit before continuing “Please.”

Ken Adams had pressed the dial button and was waiting for ‘Tom’. She wondered what he was planning? Was he going to use Tom to pry her out of her decision? To get him to wrangle her back into some jeans and a shirt? Would Tom do that to her? What would Tom actually think of her when he saw she was nude, learned she was planning on staying nude, had committed to being nude for the rest of her life. Would he still be interested in her? She suddenly thought about how he might feel, walking around with a girl who’s body everyone could see, all the time. He was quite shy and hadn’t even touched her yet, and she hadn’t planned to show him much more than she had. Now he would see absolutely every bit of her just the same as everyone else.

As Ken Adams waited he picked up Kimberly’s Nudist ID card and looked it over. He was intrigued by the surprised look on the face of his fully naked daughter in the picture. He scanned down and found the designation for “Strict”. He rolled his thumb over the printed word and the hole punched through the card next to it. He moved his thumb over the other hole in the card next to the word “Lifetime”. He looked down at his daughter’s worried face. She was becoming very scared. She could not tell what was coming or what she could do about it. She did not know why but Kimberly continued to feel tears forming in her eyes. Before she could think of anything to say or do her father said “Tom?”

Ken Adams walked into the next room. She could not hear what Tom was saying and could barely make out what her father was saying. “This is Ken Adams, Kimberly’s dad. I understand you’ve been seeing my daughter.” Long pause. “No, not at all. So you’ve been seeing each other for a few months is that right?” Long pause. “Really. Well that’s fine.” Long pause. “No, we’re fine…”

That was the last she could hear. Her Father had gone into his office. She sat for several agonizing minutes listening to the noise from the kitchen. After what felt like a very long time her father returned to the dining room but without her phone. “Tom will be here in the morning. Nine o’clock sharp.”

Ken Adams leaned over and looked right into Kimberly’s eyes. His next question surprised her even more. “You’re still a virgin?”, he asked very quietly, not to be overheard from the kitchen.

She was shocked again but knew not to hem or haw on any information he requested. “Yes, I am.” She stopped herself from adding more detail to this very personal admission, such as “I have no plans to lose that before marriage.”

Ken shook his head a bit and mumbled “You’re not going to look like one.” He then went into the kitchen where dinner was getting underway.

Dinner in the kitchen that night was more than a bit awkward. There was not usually much conversation over dinner but this silence was beyond unusual. Kimberly had little embarrassment in walking through the mall but sitting at the dinner table, naked, with her folks was another matter. These were people she knew and would be with her for the rest of her life. She felt her old chair against her bare bottom. She felt her breasts sway as she cut up her meat. Her mother ignored her furiously but successfully. The whole time she kept saying to herself “I’m a nudist now. This is how it will be. Get used to it.” The silence and wondering what tomorrow would bring kept her from getting used to anything.

Much later as he was helping his wife clean things up after dinner Ken Adams was surprised to have a memory pop into his head from very long ago indeed. As a young boy he could never understand why his mother and aunt always spent so much time planning, arranging and perfecting their blouses, dresses and even shirts, far more time and attention than any other women he ever knew. Endless talks on the phone, time at the dressmaker’s and in the changing rooms. “What’s the problem?” he would ask but of course he would never be taken into their confidence. He would learn to just keep quiet. He had not thought about this ever since then. Perhaps Kimberly had been dealing with the same problem.

Kimberly skipped watching TV with the folks. She missed her phone and imagined many people calling her to find out if all of this was true. She ended up being glad to be free from the distraction and instead worked in her bedroom organizing what used to be her clothes. As she handled them she really thought of them as someone else’s clothes, not her own. She did not wear clothes anymore. She felt that she was really getting used to this. She ignored the threat of what might happen with Tom the next morning and kept organizing.

The usual warmth of her bedroom allowed her nipples to soften and relax in length. She felt normal here. She was almost ready for bed when she heard a soft knocking. She opened the door to see her mother standing there in a robe. It was a long plush blue velvety robe she had been given some Christmas years ago. She had never worn it as it was much too long for her petite frame.

“May I speak to you for a moment, Kimberly?” she asked without entering. Kimberly opened the door and waved to welcome her to her bedroom. She was pleased that she did not feel the urge to cover up. Her mother slowly walked to the bed and sat down. Kimberly noticed that she was holding the robe closed high on her neck and that she was not wearing slippers. The robe dragged on the ground showing her ankles and bare feet as she walked to the bed.

Kimberly could see how badly her mother felt and decided to let her get through what she had come to say before offering any reactions or opinions. She had no idea why her mother was wearing this gigantic robe and going barefoot. She had always enjoyed her nightgowns and been a stickler on wearing slippers or something on her feet. She decided not to ask about the robe until her mother mentioned it.

After a long moment her mother began “I’ve spoken to several of my friends. Just like me they cannot understand why you have done this, made this change. I can’t help but feel responsible for it.”

Kimberly felt she had to interrupt “I’m sorry I couldn’t make my problems with clothes more clear to you but the idea of becoming a nudist was, well, it just looked to me like an answer to all these problems. I decided on it months ago and today was just the day. And now that I really am, really am a nudist, I can’t describe how much more comfortable I am, just being in my skin.”

While she spoke her mother looked at her carefully, slowly, from her decorated toes on her feet up her legs, at her very full crop of pubic hair, at her breasts and still large nipples, all the way up to her eyes, glistening with tears. While she listened her mother tried to imagine how it would be to see only her daughter’s bare skin from now on. She had described the situation to her friends, all of whom were just as shocked. They all felt just as bad for her but most of them told her not to move away but to be there for her daughter. They had no idea how hard that was for her to do.

“I decided to do it for my own reasons. Nothing you did in the past had any influence on me or this decision. This was only my own idea, not yours. Not just because of my nipples but because I wanted to be free of clothes during the summer months. Being naked during the rest of the year I didn’t think would be a problem for me, though I can see it is for you. I’m really sorry it upsets you so but I did it on my own. It made me feel great to do something so grown up. I’m realizing now how much it affects not just me but everyone else in my life. I’ll have to get used to that. I hope you can get used it, to me being just like this. I really like it and I’m going to deal with it, with everybody.”

“But you say it’s permanent, dear? You’ll really be naked for the rest of your life? At your school? Meeting new people? At a job? Are you actually prepared to do that?”

“Yeah, that was a surprise to me too. I had been thinking of doing it for six months and even two years but then I would be limited, I felt. My freedom would stop just as I was getting to enjoy it. If I got dressed after some time limit it would be like I didn’t really believe in what I was doing, like I’d changed my mind. Now I’m not limited at all, but I’m also kind of stuck.

“Where did you get this idea of being a… a nudist?” This was the first time her mother had used the word.

Kimberly looked down “Last Summer you remember I spent a lot of time at the beach. I couldn’t find a place to try it but I wanted to go skinny dipping so bad, to try swimming and sunning topless. You said I could go someplace and try it out but there really isn’t anywhere around here. It took a long time to build up my courage and decide on this but I finally did.” She looked up at her Mother’s worried face “The Registration office showed me that there were many people who live this way. I just decided that I wanted to be one of them.”

Her mother stood up and swept the robe around her ankles and started to leave “Well, you certainly are that.”

Before she reached the door Kimberly asked “Will you be alright, mom?”

She turned back to Kimberly, her hands clutching her robe at her waist and at her neck, smiling weakly. “I’ll be OK. We’ll be OK” She turned and opened the door.

She had to ask “Mom, why are you wearing that robe?”

“Well, that’s between your father and I. I’ll see you in the morning, dear.” With that she shuffled out the door and back to her bedroom.

Kimberly could hardly stand to wait until the morning. Nine O’clock sharp.