**Chapter 3: The Rules to Register**
Monday morning she was ready to head downtown to the courthouse. She was up early that morning, and was fully ready, dressed, and waiting for her mother (as minimally as possible) for the first time in quite a while. Jennifer’s mother finally emerges from the hallway and quickly prepares a coffee before she drags herself to the driver seat of the car behind Jen.
“I’m going to drop you off, OK? I have to get ready for work. I’ll call you at lunch if I don’t hear from you first! Love you!” Jen’s mom say’s as she pulls up to the curb of the courthouse. Jennifer wasn’t expecting to be dropped off, and while she didn’t mind- she felt a bit anxious suddenly.
“O-Ok, mom. Love you, too.” Jen says as she realizes her mother is holding cars behind them, and she had no choice but to get out of the car now. She watches as her mother pulls away before starting towards the large stone fountain and courtyard in front of the city hall.
The courthouse is a massive building, with many levels of various courts and departments. She notices the many different types of people walking every which direction, all dressed formally or presentable. She definitely looked out of place in her worn t-shirt and loose fitting shorts and worn flip-flops. She shuddered as she asked the woman at the front desk where she needed to go to register. “I’m sorry- you’re looking for what The courthouse is a massive building, with many levels of various courts and departments. She notices the many different types of people walking every which direction, all dressed formally or presentable. She looked out of place in her worn t-shirt and loose-fitting shorts and worn flip-flops. She shuddered as she asked the woman at the front desk where she needed to go to register. “I’m sorry- you’re looking for what department?” Asked the woman as she struggled to make out what the nervous girl was saying.
“S-sorry… I was going to register…” Jen said unconfidently. “Register? Okay… register a vehicle, register to vote, register what?!” The woman replied impatiently and slightly irritated to be interrupted from what she was doing.
“OH… to register… for permanent n-nude-nudity?” Jen says again awkwardly. “OH…” the woman says seemingly confused and thrown off by the answer. She ask Jen to wait as she walks back to a desk phone on a podium central to the other desks. The woman makes a call, glancing back a few times at Jen. All Jennifer overhears is “Yes, she want’s to register- the naked thing. Do we even have the right judge here for it?”
After another minute or so, the woman hangs up and forces a smile as she walks back to the cubicle. “Second floor. Look for the hall with the paintings and art and look for the sign that says “County Registration Department…” “T-thanks…” Jen says as she starts to walk away.
She feels the woman staring at her as she heads to the elevator. She wanders a bit more and finally find the correct courtroom. She sits on the bench outside the room after taking a place in line from a ticket machine after entering her information. She twiddles her thumbs and pretends to look at her phone as she waits for her turn and her name to be called. What was probably a 30-minute wait seemed like hours to Jennifer, and she can’t quite lose the shake in her hands from the suspense of it all. She had never done anything like this on her own, or in a setting like a courthouse. She was also worried she somehow missed something important and was in the wrong area.
Finally, she hears a very clear and well-spoken voice behind her. “Are you the one who’s here for the registration?” He asked. She turns around startled to see a very well put-together looking adult make, standing with a humble smile. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and holding a laptop bag of some-kind. “Perfect.” He says indifferently. “I’ve just got to gather some basic info, if you don’t mind filling these out…”
Finally, after nearly 45 minutes, a woman enters the room calling “Jennifer Scott?” She scans the room for a moment before locking eyes with Jen. She smiles and greets her, telling her to follow. Before the agreement would be offered and approved, it required a screening by a judge. It was ultimately up to the judge if they decided to deny the registration for any reason. Any registration for Permanent Nudity took a judge to sign off on. At least this was what Jen gathered from the receptionist woman in charge of paperwork. Another grueling wait passes before finally, the woman re-enters the room with an uncomfortable facial expression. “Ok. This way” the woman says with a slightly baffled look. She walks back out the doors after Jen as they enter the fairly large courtroom. There are only a few people in the room, and a judge sits at the front completely lost in whatever paperwork he was doing at the stand.
He looks up and says “Are you going to just wait there all day?” Jennifer is shaking with anxiety. “OH… s-sorry” she says stumbling as she approaches the front of the room. The court assistant laughs at Jen and her awkwardness. “Okay… so, you’re the one who wants to do the naked thing? Seriously?” he says without a thought. “Yes sir” she says. He sighs and puts down his pin and looks at her now giving her his full attention. He lowers his glasses as he studies her and puts them back on. He then has a straight lipped expression as he reaches for a stack of papers, shaking his head as he begins to read through them.
“Okay… well Ms. Scott, I have what I need here. However, I would like to ask you a few questions, directly.” The judge says Jen nods back and clears her throat to answer in a professional manner whatever the judge was about to ask.
The judge shakes his head. “Well, let me just speak right to it. You have to stick with it. You can’t wear anything even if you wanted to. Let’s get that straight…” he says with a firm look at Jennifer. She stutters a bit at first, but manages to say “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Yeah. Well, this is the last chance- do you want me to really put this through? You can’t change your mind. ” The judge says now starting to put away the papers. “Y-yes, sir. I am sure” Jen says after clearing her throat again.
“Ok… I- fine. You’re really sure? You’re going to walk around naked the rest of your life? You thought about this I hope” he says as he stares in disbelief. “You know what- fine. Ok then.” The judge shakes his head and grabs another group of papers from a drawer. He starts to read off a document right away after a few stares and long looks of disapproval at her. “Jennifer Scott, per your request, the law now recognizes you as legally exempt from clothing. Per this agreement, you must honor your claim and, in any cases, where you are found to be clothed unjustifiably you will then be found in contempt to the court and subject to fines or further action. We now require that you surrender your current outfit, and this sentence will start immediately to continue for 99 years without reversal…”
“Do you accept these conditions?” he asks as a final chance for her to speak or change her mind. “Y-ye-yes sir” she says with as much confidence as she can muster. “So be it” he says as he pounds his gravel, then quickly exits the room as he shakes his head. After a cleric has her sign a few more papers, she’s then instructed to undress and hand everything to the male officer who held a labeled bag to store them. This moment seemed to be moving quicker than she could process. The clerk gestures to the bag saying “Alright, let’s go now…” as he looks away as if he were embarrassed for her.
She stands up, and starts to remove her clothes and the court officer starts to collect them as he continues to look away awkwardly. He starts to label with stickers and carefully fold each item and place it into the bag. The officer’s eyes widen in shock when he notices how far her pubes flood out of her underwear. When she removes her underwear, the last article of clothing, no one seems to be prepared for how unkept her privates would be. She stands now fully naked and barefoot in the courtroom. She notices that people are either doing their best to avoid looking her way or look down at papers on their desk. “Did you need these too, s-sir?” she asked the officer handing him her flip-flops. “Oh- well, you can actually keep the shoes. Unless you wanted to you don’t have to give them up” the officer says back. “You can take them, if that’s alright…” she says to him as he takes the shoes and adds them to the bag. She aggressively shoves them his direction, she is very nervous and simple task seem unreal to her at this time.
It was obvious she was uncomfortable and was visibly trembling where she stood. The court officer was trying not to look down at her bush, as it seemed he couldn’t look away. She looked down and pulled her pubic tufts a bit to fluff them out. The clerk and another assistant whispered to each other as they laughed under their breath a bit. One of them gestured a slope with her hands over her crotch as the other laughed and looked away.
After a few awkward moments the assistant put down the papers and said “Okay! Well, we do need to get you a new ID- and we’ll need to just get your photo really quick if you don’t mind following me this way…”
She led through a set of doors and down a hallway to another room. There are other people waiting in a lobby type area, with a ticket machine assigning numbers to each person- much like the first room she waited in. She could see people standing and flashes from various booths as they took their pictures. This was clearly the section that issued Drivers Licenses and photo identifications. She continued to follow the woman as she led Jennifer to a blue screened background and camera, showing her where to stand and where to look. She made Jennifer stand there while she seemed to be entering information into the computer. Jen stood awkwardly, as she noticed she was starting to get attention from the other people as they began to react and whisper to each other. Again, time seemed to be locked in this moment as Jen wondered how much longer this woman would take before they could move on. Finally, the woman instructed Jen to smile as she counted down and the flash was sooner than Jen was expecting. She stood for a few more minutes at a counter and tried to look casual as she pretended to watch the TV screen across the room in the waiting area. Again, this time seemed to crawl by as Jen wondered if the woman was deliberately taking her time getting things ready.
The clerk then finally walks over to a printer and retrieves the new ID. “Here we go. Nice and quick!” she says with a smile handing Jen the ID. She looks it over and feels a little embarrassed about how silly her face looked, but she liked overall how it came out. The photo was actually a nearly full frontal profile of Jen, from the middle thigh up. Her small breast looked slightly uneven too from the way she was standing, but she almost looked to be smiling. The woman continues to say “You are actually the first person to register for Permanent Nudity in our county, by the way. It looks like the state too! Wow…” she says. “Well- you are all set and good to go. Have a great day!” says the woman as she waves at Jen with a smile. That was clearly her signature to leave, and that they were done here.
“Wait, there’s no other people who have registered? In the whole state?” Jen asked in confusion.
“Nope! Congratulations, you’re literally going to be the first. Wow! Were you expecting… different?”
“Uh- well, I just thought there was more of like a nude scene down here… but it’s cool.”
“A nude scene?”
“Well, like- a lot of other Permanently Naked people or teens.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a nude scene, not sure what to tell you, dear. But I do wish you the very, very best of luck. I really do!”
“It’s ok, and thank you mam you too.”
“Oh! Wait, I almost forgot! You’re sensor; someone should be coming by end of this week to set it up.”
“Huh?”
“The sensor- it’s this little tiny like invisible bracelet I think, but it’s specially made by a tech company, and it’s very expensive. Here, they actually have a brochure… We’ve never done this before, but I’m pretty sure it’s custom created for you. It apparently is like a some sort of device thing- it sort of proves your registration. Here, this is their card. Go ahead and let them know, give them this code if they need. It’s your confirmation number for your finalized identify.”
“Ok, I will! Bye! Wait- is this the way out?”
“Yep. That’s going to take you right through the main lobby again. Bye now. Stay out of trouble…”
She heads to the exit which seems to take her back to the main area where she first waited. She feels each step almost as if it where electricity running up her spine as she walked. Her bare feet patter on the floor as she walks towards the double doors. She noticed a few groups of older people in the waiting area stare and doubletake as she passed by. “What on earth…” or “Good God…” they said in disbelief. She passed by another busier waiting area before she got back to the main area. Again, she tried to ignore the reactions and the people reaching for their phones to get a picture. She heard someone say amongst the clamor: “Oh holy shit- no it’s because she’s registered for that Permanent Nudist thing!” She finally reaches the doors and heads out to the waiting area, again passing more groups of people as trots along looking down at her feet. Some react laughing or stare jaw droppingly, some totally ignore her altogether.
Her mind was racing, and she could hardly keep track of her thoughts as she walked down the main hall of the busy courthouse. She passed by the main reception desk where the first woman she spoke too simply stared in awe as the naked Jennifer trotted by. She wasn’t used to this much attention, and was trying her best to keep her composure as she looked down at her feet; only looking up to see how much further it was to the doors. She decided she would walk home again and the GPS on her phone seemed to be taking her a different route as she ended up exiting the courthouse on the complete opposite side she entered. She was glad to just be out of that busy building. She had already walked a good distance of a block or so down the sidewalk before she stopped and remembered that she did it. She was official now, and she was actually walking through downtown towards home for the first time completely naked. She looked down to make sure the sidewalk was clean and she didn’t step on anything sharp with her bare feet. The sun felt incredible on her body after being in the cold city building for so long.
Chapter 4: Moving to the City
That night, Jennifer wasn’t expecting in the slightest the conversation she was about to have with her parents.
“Well, your mother and I have been talking about this for a long time. You’re 18 now, graduated school, and the next phase of your life is upon you.” says her mother.
Her father chimes in: “If you really are sure it’s what you want… we would rather be with you than against you. I mean, we all know that the chances of getting you to wear a thread of clothing are the same as us moving to the moon!” They both chuckle a bit as her mother turns to her again. “Well, we have something we want to tell you now… and I hope you can understand. We are moving to the city. Your dad and a friend of ours have finally started their business, and we are moving to Tampa so your dad can work with his friend Joe in their office.” Her mother says with a serious face.
“Oh…” Jen says a bit unsure how to feel. She had grown up in this house, and she was very used to the desolate woods and rural fields. She had always wanted to move to the city, but she wasn’t expecting it to happen already.
“So, of course you can come with us- or we can help you find a place of your own, but you’ll need a job… there’s not many of those around here.”
“I- yeah, I mean… I want to move out, but I was hoping to like, take it slow?” Jen says scratching her head. “I was hoping to get a job, and that kind of stuff first… are you guys kicking me out or something?!” she says a bit offended now.
“No, babe! Not even in the slightest… we just didn’t know how you would feel since we have lived here, always… we just didn’t want you to feel like you had no other option. Of course, you can live with us!” her mother says touching her shoulder.
“When were we moving?” she ask. “We are starting the packing tomorrow. Your dad is going to grab the truck tomorrow morning. We’ll be out of here in 2 days, but I think you’ll like our new Tampa house.”
They spend the following days packing and preparing the last of their things for the move. They are in final stages of loading the last of their furniture in the Uhaul parked in their driveway. Of course, Jennifer has helped her parents with the packing and loading- totally in the nude as usual.
Jen was excited, but scared at the same time… she wondered what it would be like to live in a place where other people actually were. Maybe she could find some cool friends, and finally have something to do and not be out of her mind bored 24-7. She wondered if she would maybe even find a cool group of nudist to hang with. She wondered if the Permanently nude people hung out mostly together, or if they just blended in with the rest of the crowd. Maybe some people simply were naked and others not, and they hung out all the same. They still had a long drive to go yet, so she began to search her questions online, starting with “how many Permanently Naked people are in Tampa?”
She figured there would be no way to know but at least a ball-park estimate would be somewhere. There weren’t really any results to what she was looking for, she checked her spelling thinking she spelled a word wrong or missed a space. “Huh… that’s weird… “ she thought to herself. There were no errors in the typing, it just seemed to be that nothing matched the search. She tried ‘permanent nudity florida’ next, and still- virtually nothing came up. She went to the second page, which was usually way further than most searches would take; she found only one article- it was describing the new law that passed about Permanent Nudity. She opened the article and read through it, skimming mostly since it seemed to be not quite what she was looking for. She just wanted to see how many other nudist lived in Tampa, but she was wondering why this was so hard to find anywhere. One sentence stopped her skimming as she began to read over it again more carefully now, it read “as of September 2021, virtually no one has actually signed up for this insane agreement. Nationwide, only 7 have committed to going naked permanently, the same group in San Francisco who fought so hard for it. However, it is real, and absolutely not a hoax.”
She also noticed the date of the article, it was just a few days ago it was posted. “What?!” she thought as her face wrinkled in confusion as she tried to look for another search term. “How many Permanent Nudist 2021” she tried this time. To her dismay, she found another post saying the same information in a different way- there were no registered nudity cases in Florida. Part of the agreement was to have your name entered in a public archive by the Department of Social Security, this way anyone could verify, or check the status should they need. The list for Tampa, empty. The list for Florida, also empty. There was only one name on the whole state of Florida… Jennifer Marie Scott. She closed her phone browser and decided to just try and sleep for a bit instead.
**Chapter 4: The OON**
She really couldn’t believe at first that she was the only Permanent Nudist in the state. “Whatever…” she thought as she wrote it off and put it out of her mind. “It’s probably so new that not many have had the time… or.. yeah” she thought to herself. She had planned to almost “reset” after she was officially registered. She claimed that it would be easier to do normal things like socialize, find a job, maybe even move out if she could just be nude. She hated the way her clothes never fit right, and she was the worst at shopping for new outfits; always rushing it and ending up with something that just didn’t fit right. She didn’t like the way her shirts and jeans didn’t seem to match everyone else’s. She’d rather go naked than be picked on about her clothes any day. She wanted to ask her parents, but she stopped herself…
this would only worry them- it’s cool… right?” she pondered in her head again and again.
She looked down at her wild jungle of pubic hair and long twisted tufts, and quickly back at the window as she noticed a billboard they were passing had a woman wearing a swimsuit on the front. It was advertising the beaches in the area, a huge tourist attraction of course. She looked at the woman on the sign’s black bikini bottom, and felt a bit relieved as she compared it to her pubic hair. “I mean, I’m basically wearing the same thing as that girl.” Jen thinks to herself. She smiles and laughs under her breath “it even covers more, too!”
She was glad she had her bush, and she wondered why even trim it at all? Jennifer’s “secret,” or what she thought was such was about her enthusiastic view on masturbation. She was masturbating in her room constantly, and although she thought her mother and father hadn’t the slightest clue, they knew what she was doing. For hours sometimes, with music, sometimes dancing that they could only assume, and it was also obvious to them in a variety of other ways. Jennifer could orgasm on command, quick if she wanted- as if she were practicing for some show. She loved to walk around the house when she was alone, frequently stopping and masturbating where she stood. She would role-play scenarios in her head, acting as if she were masturbating in a social setting. She pretended to casually masturbate as she talked to people, totally indifferent as if she weren’t playing with herself. Playing with her pubes, made her horny. Thus she was always either masturbating or playing with her bush.
She loved to pretend she was showing it to people, standing with her legs apart while pushing her pelvis out. She wanted to make sure it was as visible as possible; and this she almost always did already. She seemed to always stand with her hips pushed out as much as possible, her hands we usually either behind her back or on her hips if they weren’t twirling her pubes. Her parents were used to it by now, and ignored the silly girl as she flaunted her bush. She was a proud “Nudist Masturbationist” and often posted and wrote about it on her laptop on wordpads, or on her journal.
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