Content Type:
Only One Naked, Permanude/Prolonged Nudity, Romance/Friendship
8,454 words (~47 minutes reading time)
A white horse stood at the top of a high hill, overlooking the spires and turrets of the great city of Lirethel, the center of commerce and trade for all Thessolan. The horse’s rider smiled softly, thinking back over the long and difficult journey that had brought her here. She was a striking sight, hazel…
Chapter 7: The Letting Go The sterile scent of antiseptic and something vaguely floral clung to the air in Lex’s small bedroom, but it was losing the battle against a deeper, more intimate smell—the scent of life slowly, inexorably retreating. Sunlight, weak and filtered through dusty blinds, striped the worn quilt covering her. An IV…
The week before the foundational shoot felt like walking a high wire strung between Marissa’s war room and the quiet sanctuary of Sunset Ridge. Media training drilled deeper, Simone honing my responses into sleek, unflappable weapons. Eva juggled logistics with the frantic energy of a circus ringmaster—permits for the mill, securing Arlo’s specific film stock…
Chapter 5: The Crucible My words—”I understand”—hung in the cool, sterile air of the conference room. They weren’t accepted or refused. They were simply a stark acknowledgment of the precipice Daniel had just described. The silence that followed wasn’t empty; it was charged with the weight of the offer, the terrifying scale of it, and…
Awakening in the pre-dawn light, Emily shivered with the strong sensation that she was being watched. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of two dark shapes at the foot of her bed. Instantly awake, Emily shot up to a sitting position, the bed linen falling about her waist. With a whoosh, she ignited a…
Synopsis: Julie, an American expat in Guangdong, encounters a local tradition: hosts/staff are nude at gatherings, symbolizing openness. Initially shocked, she participates, finding unexpected liberation in vulnerability. Her family visits, witnesses her comfort with nudity at home, and reacts with horror, causing a rift. Despite the pain, Julie embraces her self-acceptance. She finds support in…
Chapter 4: Shedding Skin & Stepping Out The silence after Mom hung up wasn’t just an absence of sound—it was a presence. A vast, humming emptiness I’d built myself, brick by digital brick, and word by severed word. It pressed against my eardrums, thick and strange, and unmistakably mine. My phone lay dark and cool…
Chapter 3: The Echoes and the Edge The phone clattered onto the counter beside the government debit card. My text to Jennifer glowed back at me, stark white on the cracked screen: I’m here. I’m… figuring it out. Silence followed—thick, expectant, pressing in like the Tucson heat seeping under the door. Then, three pulsing dots….
Chapter 2: The Naked Truth My parents had trained me from an early age not to see what was in front of me. To look, but never to truly look. To avert my gaze before recognition could take root. To see my own body as something that needed to be hidden—shameful, indecent—and to extend that…
Journey to Authenticity and Growth Chapter 1: Dress Code Violation At twenty-four, I was certain I understood adulthood. My business degree hung lopsided on my apartment wall—still crooked from the night I’d winged a shoe at it after rejection email number three. My résumé was a work of optimistic fiction: buzzwords standing in for experience,…
The Principal of the school Julie hear of Joey lifetime nudist registration and decided he be perfect person to spear head a new campaign in school for naked in school program She had his picture taken and blown up for billboard in the school with words naked in school program Our top student Joey will…
Mom Beth walked into teen son Joey hey son I was thinking how would you like to go down to the courthouse and register as a lifetime nudist that way you never have to wear ever again. Joey said Mom I love that idea and they got into the car and put on seat belts….
The air inside the Crucible was thick and smelled of metal and brimstone. Stripes of glowing magma pulsed behind thin sections of the cave walls, casting the space in a shifting red light. The rock floor warmed their feet even through the thick soles of their makeshift hareskin boots. “By the Frostfather’s sweaty armpit, it’s…
