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In the depths of a dark and gloomy forest, a knight trudged through bushes to find what he was looking for. His shining armor clanked noisily as he made his way around, getting flustered underneath his helmet as he began thinking he might be lost.

Just as he was about to lose all hope, the knight managed to find his goal; just behind two gnarled trees there was a clearing with a lake. What made this body of water special was how it shone eerily under the pale moonlight, looking more like a pool of silver.

‘Just like how the old man in the tavern described it,’ the knight thought to himself.

The armored warrior crept up to the lake, still in awe over its appearance and the power he was told it held. Once he got to the edge of the water, the knight cleared his throat and said aloud, “Spirit of the Full Moon Lake, I beseech thee! Please show yourself and hear my request!”

No sooner did he say that did a figure emerge from the lake’s surface, shimmering in an ethereal glow. The shining subsided to reveal the Spirit in full; it was a woman with pale skin and long white hair that trailed past her feet. Her eyes were a striking shade of violet, indicating her otherworldly nature. Most notable of all was the fact that this spirit wore no clothing whatsoever, her body exposed to the elements and to an audience before her.

Levitating in midair, the Spirit of the Full Moon Lake addressed the knight in a soothing, serene voice, “You have come far for your request child of man, and I shall at least hear what you have to say. I and I alone shall decide if it is something worth granting.”

The knight went on his knees in act of humility and spoke, “I am Eric, paladin of the kingdom of Solara. A great evil has plagued the land; the Winter Court has risen and is waging war against our people. We fight as valiantly as we can, but we are no match for the wicked sorcery of the hobgoblins and dark elves of the harsh winters.”

Eric looked straight into the lake spirit’s eyes as he made his intentions clear, “I have heard that you can grant enough power to help overcome the Winter Court. I am willing to pay any price if it means a chance to save my people.”

The Spirit of the Full Moon Lake tilted her head, contemplating on the request. Looking back into his eyes, the Spirit felt his conviction and knew that he really would do anything for his home and its people. Satisfied with both his passion and his noble intentions, the Spirit spoke.

“If the Winter Court draws their power from the harshness of the ice and cold of their season, you harness the power of summer. A child of man has to show his loyalty to nature and discard all mortal material.”

She floated closer to him and said, “Strip of all your clothing Eric of Solara and take a vow nudity. So long as you remain attached to nature this way, the forces of summer will be by your side.”

Eric rose up and without any hesitation, began stripping, starting with the removal of his helmet, letting his matted blond hair flow past his ears. He then took his armor off piece by piece and set each component aside until he was left in his underclothes. Taking the final plunge, Eric peeled away the thin pieces of fabric until he was as nude as the spirit before him.
“If it means Solara has a chance of being safe, I shall bare my body a thousand times over.”

Smiling at the knight, the Spirit of Full Moon Lake began glowing brightly, radiating such intensity that Eric had to avert his eyes until she disappeared into the night, the glow subsiding as if it was never.

Eric was confused, thinking that the Spirit simply ran off without helping him. Then he felt it; there was power running through his veins, as if he now had the strength of a lion. Upon looking closer at his skin, Eric noticed faint glow emanating from it, not unlike how the Spirit was a moment ago.

Suddenly a calm voice rang out from darkness, “You now have the power of the summer season on your side, Eric of Solara. Use it well.”

Realizing that he got what he came for, the naked knight strolled away from the lake and back into the forest, his head held high. He was now confident that he could take on the Winter Court and protect his beloved kingdom.

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“You actually got Scott into nudism through a game of naked basketball?” an auburn-haired young woman was telling her boyfriend. “Jason Chen you never cease to amaze me.”

“I aim to please Hailey and Scott was pretty pleased with the new lifestyle,” Jason replied, bouncing a tennis ball on the concrete, “He’s even working on a new skinny-dipping record. What a go-getter.”

The couple were by themselves at the city park’s tennis court, with no one out and about to bother them. They were taking a break from a friendly game of tennis to chat about their mutual friend Scott.

“Is there anyone you won’t take with you to the nude side?” said Hailey playfully.

Jason gave it some serious thought and grinned audaciously as he set his eyes on his girlfriend. “Bet I can convince you to give it a try.”

Hailey raised an eyebrow at this, replying with “Babe you know I support your lifestyle, but I’m still not at that comfort level yet.”

“I don’t mean to take it up full time. Just…give it a spin, at least once. What’s life if you don’t try everything?” Jason pleaded with her, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

Hailey simply gave him an amused look with her eyebrow still raised, the one she always gave when she stood firm on something.

“Well, I guess I can’t convince you then,” Jason said as he began taking off his shirt.

Hailey chortled at this, realizing what he was doing.

“Jayce are you being serious right now, in public?”

Jason slid off his shorts and kicked them aside, wearing only his sneakers and an impish grin on his face.

“I’m just going play this next round comfortably if that’s alright with you. What you do is entirely up to you.”

Hailey simply chuckled and shook her head, bemused by her beau’s antics as she got into position. ‘If he wants to lose in his birthday suit, fine by me.’

Calling it, the lovebirds began their next set, smacking the tennis ball across the court. Hailey had to admit that Jason was faster on his feet without his clothes on; he was matching her strike for strike no matter how fast she moved. Combined with how…distracted she was getting, Jason managed to get the ball past her a few times, earning a few points.

With the score now 30 to love, Hailey was starting to think there was something more to the whole nudism thing. Sure, it was a free feeling from what she heard but perhaps it was also practical in some respects, like in sports. Jason moved faster and it apparently helped Scott on the basketball court. Even then, she didn’t like she could commit to something that daring. What was a girl to do…

“Hey time out. I need a break; I’m getting too sweaty,” Hailey called out, catching her breath. Her sports bra practically sticking to her body now and the clinging feeling was unbearable.

‘You know, Jason probably isn’t dealing with this right now. You know why?’

These thoughts, combined with how uncomfortable her chest area was feeling with the accumulated sweat, made her do the unthinkable; she grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and lifted it up her head, leaving her topless.

She threw the bra aside as Jason looked on in silent awe. At the moment, Hailey felt relief wash over her body, now no longer constrained in a sweat soaked prison. It was oddly peaceful for the young woman; she never considered the relaxing aspect of this until now and the calming sensation felt better than a boost in athletics.

With a “Screw it”, Hailey removed her shorts and underwear and tossed it with her bra, leaving her in the same state as her boyfriend, shoes included.

With a sigh of relief, the young woman merely told him, “Tada.”

Seeing Hailey finally take the plunge made the Chinese American man clap and holler, “That’s my girl! There you go!”

His excitement subsided and he became a little sheepish. “Uh…you didn’t feel pressured doing this, right? I didn’t mean to come on too strong.”

Hailey couldn’t help but smile, touched by Jason’s concern. He only meant well with this lifestyle of his.

“It was never a hard no; I told you I’d give it a try eventually,” the young woman gently said to him. “What’s life if you don’t try everything after all?”

Jason smiled back at her and raising his racket and the tennis ball up, he shouted, “Then let’s get this show back on the road!”

“Oh, it’s going to be fun watching you lose this time!” giggled Hailey as she prepared to meet Jason’s strike.

The two lovebirds were whacking the ball over the net in a steady rhythm, happily on the same page on the court and in one more thing in life.

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A strange spacecraft had landed near a resort; it resembled a giant black chromosome and was covered with spikes in the front and sides, with red lights emanating from the unusually shaped hull. Climbing out of the cockpit was a visitor just as strange as his transportation; 7 feet tall and covered in head to toe in dark, bulky body suit and swooping helmet.

Looking around the planet he was on, the pilot of the spacecraft removed his helmet revealed exactly how otherworldly he was; he had blue skin, large eyes with yellow irises, and no nose. His head was completely hairless, with a crested fin instead resting on the top of his scalp.

‘So, this is planet Earth. At least this planet’s air is breathable,’ the pilot thought to himself as he gazed at the surrounding foliage and vegetation.

“What the hell is going on here?”

The alien whipped his head to the direction of the voice and that an Earth woman was standing across from him. She had long black hair, green eyes and wore a pink baseball cap…and only that.

The alien was perplexed this newcomer while the woman was befuddled and slightly frightened by this visitor.

“Who are you?” the pilot asked in a soft tone of voice.

“I should be the one asking you that! I was taking a walk from the resort when I saw something float down here Never would I have thought Earth would be invaded by aliens!” the woman blurted out at once.

The alien quickly set his helmet down and held his hands up, telling her, “I have no malicious intentions I can assure you! My name is Koton and I come from the Belbet Explorer Society. Belbetians are a curious race you see; we prefer studying other planets in a pursuit of knowledge rather than resources or war.”

The human woman raised an eyebrow at him, replying with, “You’re an explorer from another planet?”

“Precisely. I’m sent here on a simple research mission as this planet has little to no information in our databases. I truly wish no harm on Earth’s inhabitants,” Koton said, relaxing his body to appear less threatening.

The woman sized him up, taking note of how meek he was in spite of large stature. A truly dangerous creature would have already been on the offense, using his size to his advantage and yet all this particular alien was doing was talking with her. Sensing no ill intent, the human stepped closer to Koton.

“I’m Meagan. And I guess I’m the one to welcome you to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay here?”

Koton set his hands down, trying to be as casual as possible with one of the planet’s natives. Taking another look at her though, the alien couldn’t help another curious look creep up on his face.

“If this would not be such an unkind question to ask,” Koton spoke up, “do all humans go without any covering?”

Meagan was caught off guard by this question, surprised that off all things was what he was questioning.

“Well…not exactly. The resort I was talking about is clothing optional, meaning while the rest of the planet wears clothes, we prefer to go naked.”

Koton’s eyes went wide at this.

“There are places on earth that permit this way of undress? Back on Belbet, you had to be covered at all times, even when bathing. This needs to be studied immediately; can you guide me there?”

Meagan chuckled a bit and replied, “I may have said clothing optional but it would be for the best if you came with me in the nude. It’ll help show people you’re not an evil invader, get their trust, y’know?”

Koton blanched for a bit but thinking it over, it made sense; best to honor the customs of a planet no matter how much they clash with your own views, as was taught by the Explorer Society.

Pressing a button on his bodysuit’s chest, Koton’s covering faded away, zapped into a convenient pocket space, leaving the extraterrestrial exposed to the elements.

“This is a new experience…but…not completely unpleasant. If this is truly how some people of Earth live…”

Meagan signaled for him to follow her as she began walking back to the resort, saying, “Stick around with us. You’ll learn a lot when people aren’t trying to cover up.”

Bucking up, Koton walked alongside her, eager to get started on his research. It was an unusual sight, seeing two different species from different planets side by side…but perhaps going clothes free was the link two worlds could share.

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“Are we ever going to figure this out Mike?”

This came from a twentysomething man with short blond hair styled in a quiff and stubble on his face who was walking with his twin. Unlike his brother, Mike was clean-shaven and wore his hair longer, flowing past the nape of his neck a bit.

“Give it time Geoff. I think we’re really close to cracking this,” Mike optimistically replied.

The duo was strolling and conversating around a Bear Bay Naturist Resort and followed the dress code accordingly. The only things they wore were towels, Mike’s terrycloth slung over his shoulder and Geoff’s around his neck. But while the other patrons were there on a relaxing vacation, these two brothers had a mission they needed to complete.

“So, I’ve narrowed the thief down to three suspects based on my end of investigation. Each had the motive and the means to steal some jewels reported missing from the country club next door,” Mike began his report.

“Can’t believe we got dragged to a nudist colony to help solve this case. They better pay us big time for this,” Geoff grumbled.

“There’s the resort owner’s wife Carol Ann Schmidt who had beef with the owner of the country club. She could have slipped by somehow and taken them, maybe with some help from the staff,” Mike postulated.

“Couldn’t be her. According to the owner she’s been down with the flu all week,” shot down Geoff, “She’s too sick to do her daily chores, much less pull off a jewel heist.”

“Well, there’s Old Man Vincent, who’s been known to confront the country club snobs in the nude; he’d probably steal their jewels as a twisted form of revenge. And he’s a retired military man so he’d have a few ways to sneak in undetected.”

“Couldn’t be him; I sleuthed around the resort and found out he was with his grandkids playing minigolf at the time of jewels being stolen.”

“Then that leaves Jessica Dubois, the most notorious member of this resort. She was a former heiress who lost her fortune in bad business deals and tried building it back up through stealing valuables from other socialites. After serving two years in the clink, she came to Bear Bay to help her kleptomania.”

The brothers stopped walking as Mike emphasized his next words. “If that doesn’t sound like the most obvious suspect, I don’t know what does. She probably fell back into old habits.”

“Except she also has an alibi. She was shit faced drunk when the heist happened.”

Mike frowned and scratched his head in confusion, responding with, “Then that exhausts our list of suspects after a day of investigation. We’re right back to square one.”

Just as the duo was getting pessimistic over their dead end, an elderly woman approached them. Barely five feet tall, the apple faced granny classic was a longtime regular of the resort, always greeting everyone and always having a warm vibe to her. In the short time the twins were there, she had been nothing but unfailingly kind to them.

“Ah the Murphy brothers! How is the investigation going?” she asked sweetly.

“Oh uh, hello there Doris!” blurted out Mike, “We’re doing great! So close to wrapping it up!”

Doris smiled at them and said, “Well keep up the good work boys. I know you two will get to the bottom of this. Pun not intended!”

With a chuckle, Doris walked along, leaving the brothers to their own devices.

“Alright, back to the drawing board,” said Mike when she was out of earshot. “We need to start drafting up a new list of suspects.”

Rather than help his twin out, Geoff walked off, replying with, “You can handle that while I work on my tan by the pool. I figure I could use a quick break while I’m here. I think I’ve earned it.”

Mike could only groan, “Dude come on, take this seriously!”

As one brother ran after the other, Doris watched them from afar, a wicked grin on her face.

“They’ll never figure out what’s right under their noses.”

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In the dead of night in a busy city, rather than heading home or having fun at the clubs, people were on the streets running for their lives, screaming at the top of their lungs. In the middle of the road was a horrid creature, smashing cars and attempting to attack the helpless denizen.

The monster was seven feet tall and pale in color, with an exoskeleton like an insect, the face of a snarling lion and the horns of a bull. Its muscles rippled as it lifted an empty car over its head and smashed it into another vehicle as it growled. Its claws tore through steel like paper as it rampaged, the denizens of the city seemingly helpless against the powerful beast.

Unbeknownst to all below, a figure on top of a ten-story building was watching the onslaught below. Sensing it was time to strike, the figure jumped from the building and swooped down below, effortlessly landing on the concrete sidewalk on his two feet. He was almost as odd as the monster causing mayhem being just as naked; he only wore red boots and gloves and a gold-plated helmet with the features of a dragon’s face molded on to it, a black visor peeking through the “mouth”. With no other clothing, his toned, sinewy body was on full display, showing that he carried his own strength with him.

This was the Dragon Fang, the people’s first, last and only line of defense against the monsters that menaced the city. No one knew who he was or why he ran around mostly naked but given his prowess in driving off these dangerous creatures, no one bothered to question it after a while. His appearance, odd as it was, meant salvation for innocent humans and damnation for the monsters.

Dragon Fang walked up to the pale beast, grabbing the monstrosity’s attention from his carnage as it noticed the naked man. All eyes on him, Dragon Fang wasted no words, merely raising his arm and gesturing for his opponent to come at him.

The monster took him on the offer, letting out a bloodcurdling roar as it rushed towards Dragon Fang with its claws stretched forward. The creature swiped its hand, hoping to slash the naked warrior to ribbons yet Dragon Fang was able to deftly sidestep this.

Caught off guard by this speed, the monster attempted to claw at him some more, only to be met with parries, Dragon Fang’s knuckles successfully blocking each blow. The warrior was able to get his opening and jumped up, landing a roundhouse kick that threw the monster backwards.

Surprised and frustrated by Dragon Fang’s prowess, the monster let out a guttural roar as it lunged the nude man, trapping him in a bear hug and trying to squeeze the life out of him.
Dragon Fang struggled in this embrace, trying to squirm out from the monster’s arms as he felt his body slowly being crushed. Gathering his bearings, he went from trying to escape to shoving his knee into the creature’s abdomen. He continued these hard jabs, putting as much force as he could behind each blow.

With one final strike of the knee, Dragon Fang managed to crack through the exoskeleton, exposing the monster’s vulnerable insides. The beast cried out in pain, letting the man go from the bear hug.

As the creature writhed in pain, Dragon Fang saw his one chance to finish this. Raising his left arm, started gathering energy into fist, his hand glowing orange with powerful energy. Once it was at its brightest, Dragon Fang rushed and drove his radiant fist into the monster’s wound.

The vile beast didn’t have the chance to reach or cry out; it was irradiated with Dragon Fang’s energy and in flash, was completely vaporized, leaving not even ashes behind.

With the enemy defeated, Dragon Fang merely walked away, his work now done. He would wait for the next battle that would pit him against another monstrosity that threatened mankind and he would be ready to take them out on an even playing field.

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“Where are we going Dave? I have nearly tripped over a rock and a tree branch during this whole week.

This was coming from a cantankerous man to his husband. Wearing a frown on his face, the grumpy, chubby man was tan, had a goatee, and had dark, wavy hair with grey streaks. He wore a blindfold, a loud Hawaiian shirt with his glasses on hanging, khaki shorts and a pair of sandals. Dave had told him that there was a big surprise for their anniversary and at this point he was more flustered than amused by this point.

Leading him by the hand was Dave, a basket in his other hand. He was fairer skinned, muscular, blue eyed and had neatly combed blond hair. He wore a white T-shirt, black long shorts, and a pair of sneakers.

“We’re just about there Freddie. Almost, whoops watch your step, there…and we’re here! Okay, you can take your blindfold off!”

Grumbling, Freddie removed his blindfold and put his glasses on and then felt his earlier cynicism melt away when he read the sign: Tortuga Cove Clothing Optional Beach. Beyond the sign, people could be seen frolicking on the sandy dunes, completely nude.

“Oh Dave, you remembered!” Freddie cried out, giving his husband a peck on the cheek.

“Perfect for our anniversary,” the blond replied with a smile, “What better way to celebrate than a little picnic where it all began?”

“Such a romantic,” Freddie said, wrapping his arms around Dave.

The couple walked across the beach until they found the perfect spot just across the lapping waves. Dave pulled a blanket out from the basket and with Freddie’s help spread it across the sand. Setting the picnic basket down, the two got to stripping out of their clothes.

Once naked, the two sat down, taking an eyeful of each other. Freddie admired how Dave still kept nice and fit while Dave found Freddie’s curves simply adorable on him. Attraction was not lost on them through the years.

Reaching into the basket, Dave pulled out a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. “I remember when had our first date here. You were so surprised when you learned I was a nudist; I didn’t think you’d ever want to come here.”

The blond man set the glasses down gently and passed the bottle to his husband, saying, “It really meant a lot to me when you agreed to come here.”

The brunet smiled as he took the bottle and began uncorking it. “Believe me, even being twenty pounds lighter, going to a nude beach was scary. But when you have a charming, handsome and kindhearted man inviting you…well that makes the world of a difference.”

Freddie poured the champagne into the glasses as he continued, “I’ll always cherish that first date we had. And every moment we’ve shared together since then. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

“I’m proud to call you my husband Fred,” Dave said as he raised his glass, “Here’s to another ten years together.”

The two men clinked their glasses together and both leaned in, sealing their happy marriage with a kiss.

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“…And that my friends is the big deal about matzo! Eh heh heh…heh.”

Charlie Rosenberg smiled nervously as his audience looked back at him, completely stone faced. Suddenly he started to feel sweat trickling down his face.

It seemed like a good idea at the time; he jumped at the offer to do a local stand-up routine at Punch-n-Judy’s. It was an after-dark, adults only venue meaning any topic was on the table and nothing was sacred. So long as you could get a laugh out of your audience and not get booed off or thrown out, you could take the stage.

Charlie felt up to the ask when he first heard about it. After all, his wife said he was funny and he could get a few chuckles from his coworkers so doing stand up couldn’t have been that hard, right? Well, when it was time for him to step up to the mike, he was in for a rude awakening.

He tried opening with a bit about his crazy experiences working as a manager in a department store.

It failed to produce so much as a giggle.

He tried moving on to make fun of the challenge of raising teenage children.

It went over like a lead balloon.

He desperately shifted to joking about Jewish cuisine as if it were the Hail Mary that would salvage his whole performance.

It was bombing. Badly.

Feeling the heat on him, Charlie spoke into the microphone, “Um, going to take a short intermission. Be back in five folks!”

Charlie then scurried backstage, wiping his face and panicking over his stand up.

“What am I going to do? I still have thirty minutes left in my routine. If I get so much as a single boo at this point, I’ll be a comedy pariah! How can I fix this?”

As he tried thinking of how to save his act, he began nervously tugging at his collar. Realizing what he was doing, Charlie stopped for a second and had an idea pop into his head.

“This is anything goes hour. And there was that woman who had a topless poetry slam at the coffeeshop last week. Maybe…I can do a naked bit. But how do I actually make them laugh at my jokes rather than at the naked man on stage?”

Charlie pondered for a moment, then started unbuttoning his shirt, muttering, “Work with it you putz, work with it.” With his shirt off, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off pants and boxers and peeled off his socks. Fully nude, the man braced himself and went back on stage.

Once bored out of their skulls, the audience perked up and gasped when they saw Charlie au naturel on stage. Seeing that he had their attention, Charlie wasted no time setting up his next act and grabbing the microphone.

“Sorry if I offended anyone tonight, just got stuffy and had to strip off just to beat the heat. The trade off is that I’m now shrinking by an inch as we speak.”

The shocked audience couldn’t help but snicker at his joke, which prompted Charlie to continue with the rest of his act.

“But really, it would be better if everyone just went around naked. We’d save on laundry, work on our tans and get this, no one would give a damn if our outfits were wrinkled! Can’t walk around with creases on your shirt nothing you with creases on your gut.”

That got a bit more laughter from the audience, enjoying the absurdity of the situation and how Charlie was milking it.

“Oh and don’t forget, when you get to my age, being naked all the time comes with a special bonus.”

He turned around and pointed to his butt. “Cushioned seats wherever you go!”

That finally got the audience going; they were beside themselves laughing, not expecting that zinger. Charlie smirked, realizing he just found the most unusual niche in comedy. Maybe he found his calling as the first nude comedian.

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On a hazy and grey afternoon was Harold, trudging and shoving through the crowd outside a department store, a deep scowl on his face and a shopping bag clutched in one hand.

“Hey, watch it asshole!”

“The hell is your problem?”

“Honestly the nerve of some people!”

The outcry from the others didn’t phase Harold in the least, his frown furrowing further; there was only one place he wanted to be today, and he didn’t care what people had to say to him. The only reason he even went into town was for something special.

Walking into the parking lot, he found his car and climbed inside, setting the bag on the seat. Having everything he needed, Harold drove away from the store, taking the long way home in complete silence.

Arriving at the suburbs that were so familiar to him, Harold turned and parked in his driveway, shutting off the engine. Rather than get out immediately, the man sat in his car, resting his head back and keeping his eyes shut.

After sitting there for several minutes, Harold grabbed the bag and stepped out of the vehicle, heading inside his modest Cape Cod-style home.

Once he was in his living room, Harold gingerly set the bag down on the coffee table and began getting comfortable. He removed his beige sweater and took off the white shirt underneath, setting them aside on the couch as he moved to remove his belt. He stepped out of his brown loafers and took off his black socks before yanking off his slacks.

Now nude, Harold felt a little bit better. He walked over to the shelf on the other side of the living room and looked at the picture frames held there.

The first was Harold and his wife Margaret as newlyweds, both dressed for the nude beach. Harold had more blond than white in his hair and didn’t look so weathered back then while his wife was absolutely radiant with her flowing red hair and lovely smile.

The second picture showed Harold and Margaret at the hospital, greeting their newborn son as he was swaddled in his mother’s arms. Try as it might, a photograph could never fully capture the joy and pride both parents experienced that day.

The third picture frame was from five years ago and the most recent of the bunch. By that point, both the disease and treatment had taken their toll on Margaret, her body gaunt and her lovely red locks had fallen out. Even towards the end, however, nothing could get rid of that vivacious smile of hers and she even allowed herself to be photographed in the nude, not letting sickness get in the way of her lifestyle.

Harold swallowed a lump in his throat and moved over to the coffee table to get something from the bag: a snow globe with a small figurine of an angel inside out. Margaret had spotted this exact item in a catalogue and as much as he tried, Harold could never find it in time. It was only by sheer luck that he managed to find it at the department store, five years after the fact.

Returning to the shelf, Harold placed the snow globe right next to Margaret’s pictures, the two united at last. Trembling, he choked out his words, his voice threatening to crack.

“There’s not a day that goes by that this doesn’t hurt but I keep you in my mind always. I miss you so much Margie.”

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A TV screen flashed into a lengthy infomercial. Appearing on screen was a middle-aged woman with short blonde hair styled to one side and bright blue eyes. Curiously, despite having a dignified appearance, she wore no clothes, with nothing censored for TV.

“I’m Mayor Leslie Jenkins and no this isn’t a shoot for a stag film or a dirty mag. You may have heard rumors of Orange Valley going through some changes after that little shake up with the earthquake. We’re here to show just how much we’ve changed since then!”

The commercial shifted to a small, bustling city with the denizens happily going about their day. What made it unique from your usual American city was that everyone was nude, wearing caps or sandals at best. Mayor Jenkins’s voiceover played over the footage.

“Teaming up with the local naturist resort, Grizzly Bare Park, who helped us with the recovery efforts, we repaid their kindness by restructuring the city to be more nudist friendly. We even renamed the city commemorate this momentous undertaking: say hello to New Eden City!”

The footage changed to a different scene. It now depicted a park where people were playing, exercising, and just sunbathing. The mayor continued her spiel.

“Every inch of the city is completely clothes optional. You are never required to cover up for any reason unless you want to. Feel free to dress up or dress down and enjoy yourself, especially on those beautiful sunny days.”

The scene cut to night and, in rapid succession, showed clips of people having dinners at fancy restaurants and going to dance clubs.

“Being clothing optional doesn’t stop at just the outdoor venues. Every single business has no dress code to follow so you can leave the black ties and cocktail dresses at home for a night on the town.”

The scenery changed yet again to happy families visiting the city aquarium and museum. Jenkins’s voice took on a gentler tone as she spoke over the footage once again.

“The naturist lifestyle and New Eden by extension provide a safe and healthy atmosphere to raise your family. Over the past months we’ve gotten numerous families of all backgrounds coming to see what our city can do for them.”

Finally, the infomercial was back on Mayor Jenkins, in all her full glory. Smiling warmly and her hands on her hips, Jenkins was ready to sign off with one last message for the viewers.

“New Eden is a unique and exciting experience that everyone is invited to partake in. Whether you’re just visiting for a nakation or ready to settle down here, our community is ready to receive you with open arms. Until then, this is Leslie Jenkins, mayor of New Eden, hoping to see you all here as soon as possible! And don’t forget your towels and sunblock!”

The mayor turned her back to the camera and walked away as the words “Paid for by the New Eden City Council” flashed on the screen. With that, the infomercial ended and the regularly scheduled programming ran as intended.

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Angela Franklin was looking to beat the heat, and she knew the perfect way to do it. The family had the pool cleaned so when was a better time to try it out than on a hot summer day?

So, walking out to the backyard was Angela carrying a towel and in her favorite bathing suit; nothing but the sunlight shining her bare, dark brown skin. Stretching her arms and setting her towel aside, the woman dived headfirst into the pool, the brisk water rolling all over body. She enjoyed the sensation as she did breast strokes, going from one end of the pool to the other. She couldn’t help but let out laughs in delight, feeling refreshed in an otherwise oppressive heat.

After doing several laps, Angela decided to take a short break and climbed out of the pool, grabbing the towel. As she stood there drying off, Angela heard a familiar voice call out to her.
“Angie? Now what are you doing in your birthday suit?”

Angela turned towards the picket fence and saw her next-door neighbor, Tiffany Dugan, peeking over, a shocked look behind her pink cat-eye glasses.

Mrs. Franklin merely smiled nonchalantly and replied, “Oh hey Tiff! It’s a scorcher out here so I decided to take a dip to cool off.”

“That doesn’t explain the whole nudity thing,” Tiffany pointed out.

“Oh, we’re nudists. Me, Duane, the boys, we like to go around in the nude.”

Tiffany was stunned for a moment, mouth agape. “After all this time living near you guys, I never knew. Just goes to show you how people can be full of surprises.”

“Hopefully this isn’t a bad surprise,” Angela said with a sheepish smile.

Tiffany waved her hand, getting over the initial shock. “No harm, no foul Angie. You make it look good anyways.”

“Well, it’s hot out here and this pool is big enough for two people,” Angela said, “why don’t you come in and join me?”

“Sounds like a swell idea!” Tiffany squealed while clapping her hands. “Let me just grab my bathing suit and I’ll jump right in.”

“Ah you don’t need one of those raggedy old things. Just strip off and come in.”

Tiffany’s eyes widened at Angela’s words. “Oh gosh, I don’t know, I’m not used to it the same way you guys are.”

“There’s a first time for everything and the fence should give us plenty of privacy if that’s what you’re nervous about,” Angela reassured her. “It’s got to be stuffy wearing clothes in temperatures like this.”

Mrs. Dugan wiped sweat off her brow, now really feeling the heat during the conversation. And the shimmering, crystal clear pool did look inviting.

Tiffany disappeared beyond the fence wordlessly. It was quiet for five minutes and Angela began to worry that her neighbor had lost the nerve. Then, appearing from the gate that connected the fences was Tiffany, completely nude except for a pair of swimming goggled on her forehead.

“Well why the hell not? We girls got to make our own fun out here in the suburbs,” Tiffany declared confidently.

“Seems we’re both full of surprises, huh?” Angela commented, proud that her friend was taking the plunge.

Speaking of plunge, the two neighbors jumped into the pool, swimming around and chatting with each other as they happily escaped the summer heat.

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On a snowy day in a Michigan suburb, out stepped what had to be the most stubborn man in the world from the comfort of his home.

This was Bryan Hardy, aged 43. He had reddish brown hair that was slicked back, baby blue eyes, and a figure not unlike the fabled Santa Claus. Most striking of all was his nudity in the face of the freezing weather.

See, Bryan had never felt comfortable with his weight and tried dieting and exercising to shave off the pounds but still couldn’t fix his self-image. A friend of his suggested he should try visiting a nudist club to get over being self-conscious. Having nothing left to lose, Bryan spent the day at the aforementioned club and practically overnight, the body positive atmosphere made him at ease with himself.

Reinvigorated, Bryan dedicated himself to the lifestyle, practicing it at home, visiting the club when he could and recommending it to anyone who would listen. While largely a positive thing overall, Bryan took it too far in some respects. When at home, Bryan insisted on being naked 24/7 no matter the conditions. Whether it was a blazing heatwave, heavy rainfall and yes, even a blistering winter, Bryan would brave it in the nude.

Shivering as the snowflakes fell on his skin, Bryan scurried to the mailbox, not even wearing any shoes. Once he opened the mailbox and grabbed its contents, he hurried his naked butt back inside.

Bryan was shaking all over walking over to the living, his teeth chattering rapidly. Just then, his wife Sandra came in. She did not partake in the lifestyle but was supportive of Bryan. Even then, her patience with her husband could wear thin at times.

“Did you seriously go out like what when we have an inch of snow out?” Sandra said with a frown on her face.

“Ah it was nothing honey. Just a bit refreshing is all,” replied Bryan, in between his teeth going off like a tommy gun, as he handed her the mail.

Sandra took it, still frowning, and told him, “You’re lucky you didn’t get frostbite walking out there. Some very important parts could have fallen off. Go warm yourself by the fireplace while I get us some hot cocoa.”

She went into the kitchen, muttering to herself. “What a silly, lovable man.”

Bryan sat in a chair next to the roaring fire and began thawing out, almost melting like a cartoon snowman. The warmth felt so good on his skin when compared to the harshness of winter that was going on outside. This sensation simply wouldn’t feel the same if he were wearing, say, flannel pajamas. Who was he kidding; sitting next to cozy flames wouldn’t feel good unless he were in the nude.

Sandra then came in, handing him a steaming hot mug. Bryan carefully took the mug from her and sipped at the hot cocoa, letting out a sigh of utter contentment, completely forgetting his earlier outdoor experience. Sometimes, it paid to be stubborn.

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It started simply enough; Hunter had just come from soccer practice at his high school, and he showed how hard he worked on the field. His jersey was caked in dirt and grass, and sweat was dripping down ever pore of his body.

When his mother picked him up, she was quick to point out his hygiene issues.

“When we get home, you’re going to go straight into the shower. You reek to high heaven.”

“Ah ma, it’s not that bad,” Hunter began to protest before being shut down.

“Honey, you stink beyond what’s acceptable even for sixeen-year-olds. You’re marching up to that shower, end of discussion.”

When mother and son finally arrived home, Hunter dragged himself upstairs and trudged into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he got to undressing and through his stained uniform to be washed by his mother in vain.

Hunter took one look at himself in the mirror and took note of his appearance: mop of chestnut brown hair, freckles on his face and shoulders, and jade green eyes. Thinking he looked like a badass when he puffed out his chest and flexed his wiry arms, Hunter hopped into the shower and turned the warm water on.

The shower head washed over him, actually feeling quite nice after such an intense exercise. Still Hunter was never one to find bathing leisurely.

‘It just makes no sense if you think hard about it,’ Hunter’s mind began to wander, ‘You get dirty, get cleaned up, wash your clothes, and then go out and get dirty again. At some point, going around naked and running through the sprinkler makes more sense.’

The young man’s eyes widened as he mulled that thought over.

‘Come on man, going around naked? That’s crazy talk driven by your hormones. You wouldn’t want to walk around naked…would you?’

Hunter shook the thoughts out of his head and grabbed the shampoo bottle, gathering up some lather. With his hair and the rest of him cleaned, Hunter pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel.

He stopped as the thought popped into his head again; is walking around naked that much of a crazy idea? Curiosity got the better of him and instead of drying off, he decided to walk around the bathroom for a bit.

He didn’t feel anything at first given how being au naturel in your bathroom wasn’t that unusual. But as more time passed, he began to feel something new. Compared to how his uniform felt with all its mugginess after playing soccer, he felt more unrestricted and unbothered. Almost as if he was discovering some new freedom…

“Hunter, would you get out of the bathroom already! I swear you’ve been there for half an hour already!”

His mother’s voice took him out of it. It seems he lost track of the time while doing his little experiment, to the point that he was mostly air dried.

Shoulders slumped, Hunter stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to his room. Rather than grab some clothing, the young man decided to flop onto his bed, still undressed. This was something he needed to try a little bit more before deciding if he hated it. And if he liked it, well, dear old mom should have been more lenient on the showering business.

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There was a big concert being prepped and the main star of the show, Ronnie Joe “R.J.” Roarke, was sitting in his dressing room trailer, on a very important video call.

“Ah miss you like hell Sheri. Bobby has me doin’ tour after tour, practically keepin’ me away from y’all. He promised me that this would be the last show but…” Ronnie Joe rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Ya know Bobby.”

On his phone was a blonde woman who was clearly naked, her upper half in clear view. Yet nothing about this conversation seemed lustful, with only romantic longing being shared between them.

“Me an’ the girls miss ya down here at the ranch Ronnie baby,” Sheri said on the other line, “Ah can’t imagine it’s any comfy performing in those stuffy suits they have ya paradin’ around in.”

Ronnie Joe scratched his neck lately, the cotton collar now feeling uncomfortable on his skin. “Ah can’t lie, it makes me wish Ah was dress like ya right now.”

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll be waiting for ya to come to the ranch the moment this show is over,” Sheri reassured him, “And if Bobby tries to have ya do another show, just send ‘im to me and Ah’ll straighten him out.”

Ronnie Joe gave her a smile and ended the call. Right at that very moment, R.J.’s manager, Bobby Dupree, barged into the trailer with a garish pink and bejeweled jumpsuit with tassels on the arms, shouting “R.J. my boy, we can’t have you dilly dallying. You have your big number coming up.”

Ronnie Joe got up from where he was sitting and noticed what he was holding. “Bobby what on God’s green earth is that?”

“Well considering this is the last leg of the tour, I figured it would be fabulous if you finished off strong with the Rhinestone Cowboy look. Huge hit with the costuming department.”

Bobby noticed the disgusted look on Ronnie Joe’s face and followed with, “It’s just showmanship my boy, playing ball with the fans. You do the big show with this snazzy outfit, and you’ll be back at your nudie ranch in no time.”

“Naturist ranch,” R.J. corrected.

“That too. Now go on a give them a show to remember.”

Bobby then ran off, leaving the country singer mortified and holding the offensive looking outfit. He decided he’d rather do things his way for once on this tour.

“Give ‘em a show to remember, right Bobby?”

The audience was abuzz with ecstasy as it was announced that Ronnie Joe Roarke was taking the stage. Sure enough, the singer came on carrying his guitar. The audience fell silent when they looked at his outfit; a brown cowboy hat on his ginger locks, a pair of tan boots, and nothing else. Everything from his birthmark to the tattoos on his upper arm were in plain view.

“Ah don’t mean to offend anyone here but Ah always make a habit of being true to myself in my music and Ah don’t think Ah’ve been true enough on stage. Ah want to change that right here an’ now.”

He picked up his guitar and told the band, “Hit it boys!” With the music starting, Ronnie Joe led off with his newest single, “Free Country”. While shocked at their favorite singer showing up naked at first, the crowd went wild again, accepting this never-before-seen side of R.J. while enjoying the great music he was known for.

Even Bobby was in the crowd and rather than horrified, he was planning on new ways to capitalize on this new development.

“This could actually be a new look for him! Something bold and daring and never before seen in this genre or any other. Oooh, I wonder if Naked Cowboy can be trademarked?”

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“Captain’s log, June 14th, right on the midday. The sea is shining bright blue and is seemingly endless. It takes true grit to traverse these waters.”

The ship’s captain was at the wheel, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed his surroundings. Outside of his white captain’s hat and wedding ring on his finger, the man steering the boat was completely nude, his hairy chest in particular feeling the sea breeze.

“My crew is facing a special challenge on these rough waters. We don’t have so much as clothes on our backs and very little supplies on hand. It’s looking to be rough on this journey and I’m not sure we’ll all make it out.”

Gritted teeth appeared on his bearded face, his hazel eyes glinting with determination.

“But we can’t let that stop us! Even in our uncovered and vulnerable state, we will conquer this mighty ocean in the name of the motherland-”

Just then a female voice cut in, “Dean, what in God’s name are you doing?”

Climbing up of the boat’s upper deck was a redheaded woman the same age as the man at the wheel and even more nude than he; she wore no hat over her long hair but wore a wedding ring that matched his.

“Hey-a Jackie!” Dean greeted her. “Just getting into the mindset of a real seafarer mindset.”

“It’s a private boat the resort let us rent out for a quick drive, not the Titanic,” Jackie replied, “Are you so bored that you’re up here playing pirate?”

“If we’re going by the proper nautical terms, I would be considered a buccaneer as I have no intention of pillaging,” Dean stated factually.

He then smiled wryly. “Although if you would prefer the scourges of the sea…”

Dean set aside his captain’s hat and then pulled up a pirate’s tricone. Putting it over his brown hair, the man got into a new character.

“Yar, there be trouble brewing on the open waters. But once we find the treasure hidden by Davy Jones, we’ll be dressed in nothing but gold and jewels. Onward to riches beyond our wildest imagination!”

He then turned to Jackie asked, “How’s that?”

“You do you Jack Sparrow, just make sure we don’t hit anything out here,” and with that remark, Jackie climbed back down to the lower deck, greeting the other naked couple on board.

“Dean having a flight of fancy driving the boat?” guessed Richard, the man with glasses.

“Just living out his boyhood dream. He was probably the most excited when he heard the resort got a rental boat,” answered Jackie dryly.

“Aw let him have his fun. He’s just adding more excitement to nude boating,” Cammy, the woman with short blonde hair said. “In fact, I think he has the right attitude.”

Grabbing a sailor’s dixie cup hat and putting it on, Cammy began singing, “If you can’t be gay and merry lock yourself in solitary. Though it hurts you, though it hurts you be a pleasanter guy.”

Richard had a hearty chuckle at this while Jackie groaned, “Is there such a thing as ocean madness and is it contagious?”

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“I think you’ll be a great fit for our company Mr. Chavez,” a woman in a business suit said to the stout looking man in glasses next to her in the elevator.

“Oh please, call me Hector. It feels a bit stuffy to be called “mister”,” Hector replied to the woman.

“Alright but only on the grounds you call me Janine,” the woman said as the elevator continued going up. “Now we try to keep morale up and provide our employees with as many incentives as possible as part of the Oliver Hart promise. We offer dental coverage, ample vacation time and a very unique approach to dress code.”

That last part caught Hector’s attention. “Exactly what do you mean by “unique approach” Janine?”

The elevator stopped and the doors slowly opened. “I think it would be better to show you what I mean.”

Once fully opened, the two stepped out and what Hector saw blew his mind. It was a busy office like you’d see anywhere else, but the workers were nude. Some wore ties and shoes to let you know they worked in an office while others were completely bare as they went about their workday answering calls, sending emails, and restocking office supplies.

“T-This is the company dress code?” sputtered Hector, his jaw hanging loose.

“Quite lax, isn’t it?” Janine said as she began unbuttoning her suit. “We realize that kitchen supplies and appliances isn’t the most exciting thing to work with so as an experiment, corporate gave employees the option to go nude on their work hours. It seems to be working so far.”

“I can’t believe that this real…” was all Hector could mutter as he stared at the office environment before him.

Janine turned to face him, now nude, and said, “We do understand this kind of thing is not for everyone. Honestly the reason we spring up to people here is because listing it publicly would give people the wrong impression. We understand if you decide not to move forward and we apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you.”

Rather than turn and leave, Hector gave Janine a very wide smile. “Are you kidding? I’ve dreamed about being able to do this but never thought it was possible! You have no idea how itchy most business outfits make me.”

Impressed by his enthusiasm, Janine asked, “So I take it you’re on board with us?”

“Uh um, yes, I will be happy to work with you all. Thank you for the opportunity,” Hector said, dialing it back a bit.

“Perfect. You’ll officially start first thing on Monday. Feel free to check out the cubicle we assigned you in the meantime,” the woman stated.

“Once again, thank you Janine, I’ll get right to that. Um, you wouldn’t mind if…?”

“Go right ahead Hector. Just make sure you have a towel by next week for sitting.”

Needing no further prompt, Hector nearly tore his clothes off his body and practically galloped to his office space, giddy about the benefits this new job had.

Janine put her hands on her hips and smiled in satisfaction at her new employee, saying to herself, “Morale is the most important thing here at Oliver Hart.”

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“I’m really not sure about this mom.”

The sixteen-year-old girl was sitting in the passenger seat, looking forlorn as she gazed out the car window. Her mother was right next to her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I know this is a really big adjustment Emily, what with moving into a new school and all. But you just got to give it some time to really settle with you,” Emily’s mother reassured her.

Emily blew a strand of hair from her face as two naked girls passed by the car. “It’s not the new school I’m worried about mother. It’s the fact that I’m attending a nudist school.”

Indeed, the school had dozens of students entering the building in various states of undress, from at least wearing sandals or shoes to wearing absolutely nothing at all, with backpacks being the only type of uniform amongst them.

“Now Emily, they specifically said it was clothing optional. You don’t have to go nude if you want,” her mother set the record straight.

“It’s not that much of a difference mother,” Emily tersely replied, “Is this really the only option we have?”

“It was the closest school to the new neighborhood. I swear I didn’t know they were trying this new program at this school,” Emily’s mom said.

Her daughter just sulked in her seat, not moving an inch.

Emily’s mother smiled and gave some more encouragement, “Just give it a chance, Em. You may like it more than you know. And if you don’t, I promise we’ll find something else."

Emily stayed silent for a moment then, without any words, she opened the car door and stepped out, shutting it as she stepped forward.

As the car drove away, the girl in clothing took a deep breath and continued to march towards the front doors, careful not to get too close to the other students.

Entering John Quincy Adams High School, Emily wandered the halls, trying to find her homeroom while taking glances at the student body around her.

Even though they wore only their skin, the usual archetypes were all there; there were the boisterous jocks talking loudly in the halls, there were the nerdy types keeping to themselves quietly, and the preppy girls laughing at their own in jokes. The average high school movie scene with one major difference.

And one major similarity to high school was people looking at her and whispering to themselves.

‘I guess being the only one dressed in a nudist school is the same as being the only naked one in a regular school,’ Emily thought to herself.

She was so preoccupied with her own internal monologue that she bumped into someone.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” she cried out.

“It’s my bad, don’t worry about it,” the boy she bumped into said. He was nude like the others, but his hair gelled up and had three tones in it: blond, red, and brown.

“The name’s Logan. Were you looking for something?” the young man said cooly.

Emily struggled to remember where she was going and then remembered, “Oh yeah, do you know where Mr. Blake’s class is?”

“Hey that’s my class! You can go ahead and follow me,” Logan replied and walked towards class. Emily was still caught off guard by this friendliness and scrambled to catch up with him.

“You’re being really nice to the girl still wearing clothing,” Emily remarked, walking next to Logan.

“It’s clothing optional, nothing says you need to be naked,” Logan replied, giving her a smile. “Besides, you look like you could use a friend.”

Emily mulled over what he said. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a friend around here. Even if he was in the nude.

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In the jungles of Indonesia, man and nature were currently at odds with each other. The man in question was Kyle Martins, a young bespectacled researcher cum photographer sent to study the flora and fauna of Sumatra. The nature coming into conflict with Kyle was a wild tiger.

The expedition was going well enough; Kyle followed the trail outlined in assignment, snapping pictures needed for the naturalist magazine he worked for. Alas, the man was too caught up in the beauty of the jungle that he strayed off the path in hopes of finding better shots. By the time he stopped snapping pictures, he realized just how far off he wandered, completely losing sight of his assigned trail.

Panic overtook him as he went for his phone; predictably, there was no service. This caused even further stress for Kyle, especially as he noticed that the sun was starting to set. Fear gripped him as he scurried about the jungle, hoping that he would find the right path and be on his way. As he brushed away vines and large leaves, the man would instead stumble on a tiger. Its snarl let Kyle know it did not appreciate its territory being intruded upon.

And thus, the chase began, with the adrenaline in Kyle’s veins giving him the energy needed to slightly outpace the predator. Blinded by his terror, the man didn’t notice the root growing from the ground and tripped over it, planting him to the ground face first.

All Kyle could do was curl into a ball as the tiger drew closer, his whole life flashing before his eyes. Just as the tiger was going to pounce, something-or someone-jumped down from the trees, tackling the tiger.

Picking his head up, Kyle was able to make out what appeared to be some sort of person, pinning the tiger to the ground and putting it in a headlock.

“I’ve no quarrel with you. Leave this place and hunt elsewhere,” was what the person said. With that, they released the mighty beast from their grip and the tiger slunk away, having been bested.

Now standing, Kyle could make out his savior completely; it was a woman, tall, muscular, and bronze skinned, with messy dark hair framing her face. She wore no clothing, so her well endowed attributes, rippling muscles and battle scars were on full display.

The woman stepped closer to Kyle, looked at him with her warm brown eyes and offered her hand to him.

“You needn’t be afraid of me. I won’t harm you,” she said in a smooth, soothing contralto tone.

Feeling reassured by this unusual woman, Kyle took her hand and rose up, meeting her eye to eye. Upon a closer look, he found her face quite beautiful, the scar on her cheek doing nothing to blemish it. This combined with her state of undress made Kyle blush under his glasses.

“T-Thanks for the save! I was really close to being cat food back there. I’m not even kidding when I say I owe you my life!” Kyle sputtered out.

“Your carelessness in the jungle could have gotten you killed. You’re lucky I had been nearby to help you,” the woman said in a much sterner tone.

“Y-Yeah, that one was on me,” Kyle replied sheepishly, “I was taking pictures for a magazine when I lost my way. I’d be lucky if my camera still works after that tumble…”

“An outsider trying to find his way out of the jungle,” the woman said to herself, “You don’t seem to be of any harm so I suppose I can be your guide out of here. There’s a human village not far from here where you can rest.”

“I would love that, thank you so much!” Kyle blurted before blushing for his enthusiastic outburst.

The woman smiled at him and walked away, signaling for him to follow her. The young man with glasses ran to catch up to her.

“We never got to introduce ourselves properly. My name is Kyle Martins. Is there anything I can call you?”

“The humans nearby call me Beruni. It is nice meet you, Kyle Martins.”

“And it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Beruni.”

The man couldn’t help think to himself, ‘A naturalist meeting a naturist. Who could have seen this coming?’

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Luke stepped through the front door of his two-bedroom apartment and into the living quarters, having gotten off early from his shift at the local department store.

Noticing how quiet it was, Luke called out, “Yo Julian, you in here?”

No response came back, confirming something joyous for Luke; his roommate wasn’t here. This gave him ample time to do what he wanted.

The chubby blond man pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then kicked off his shoes. Pulling off his socks, he shimmied out of his jeans, leaving only his Batman boxer briefs on his person. Gripping the waistband, Luke yanked his underwear off, letting body breathe easier.

Enjoying his newfound freedom for a minute, Luke got to work continuing the rest of his ritual. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel then came back to the living room to set the towel on the couch. Going to the fridge, he grabbed his signature brand of cola, opened it for a sip and then set it back on the coffee table. With everything ready, he turned on the TV and grabbed his game controller. First on the agenda; a quick game of Tekken.

Starting up the arcade mode, Luke became all business, focusing intently on his matches and inputting every single punch and kick with precision. If you were to ever ask Luke himself, he’d tell you that being naked made him better at playing video games.

Between his laser guided focus and the sounds of combat coming from his game, Luke didn’t hear the door open and close. He did however hear the words, “What are you doing?”

Luke instinctively slammed his thumb on the pause button and turned to see that Julian was back, catching with his pants down in the most literal sense.

“Julian! I thought you were still at the coffee shop!” gasped Luke, not sure what to do now.

“It was a slow day and someone was able to cover my shift so I decided to take the rest of the day off,” Julian said, his dark eyes narrowing at Luke. “You still haven’t explained what’s going on here.”

Luke sighed and began saying, “Well it all started because my grandparents were hippies…”

“I could guess that much,” Julian interrupted, “I mean why video games in the buff specifically.”

“That all started with getting a PS2 and a Sly Cooper as a kid. I’ve loved video games ever since and combined with nudism it’s the only way I can really relax,” Luke explained. “Look I’m sorry for not telling you earlier but if you’re grossed out by what I like, that’s too bad. I’m not changing this.”

Julian looked at his roommate for a bit then shrugged and replied, “You do you man. So long as you keep sitting on a towel and make sure no one sees you, everything’s cool.”

Luke was surprised by how nonchalant Julian was being when he tended to be uptight on many subjects. “This isn’t some joke you’re playing on me? You’re really cool with it?”

“No joke, I’m fine with you doing this,” Julian said, walking to his room. “I like reading in the nude myself so I can’t exactly judge.”

Satisfied that he had his roommate’s acceptance, Luke was about to go back to his game when Julian’s last words finally sunk in.

“Dude, you read while you’re in the what!?” Luke called to his roommate, his world just turned upside down.

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“Okay now we’re really over our heads this time Neena,” the Indian American man said to his partner.

“We managed to win that little competition a while back. How hard could this be Ravi?” Neena shot back with a smile.

“We’ll there the little matter of actually teaching a class now!” Ravi said, gesturing towards the other couples in the dance studio.

Neena and Ravi Kapoor, after getting over some initial doubts, managed to win the naturist dance off at the rec center. Their performance was so impressive that one of the judges offered them a spot teaching a naturist dance class for a few weeks. Neena was all for it while Ravi went along with his reservations.

On their first day of class, they managed to get three couples on board: Tiffany and Jeff Duggan, Freddie and Dave Kassem-Sullivan and Charlie and Miriam Rosenberg. They, along with the Kapoors, were already undressed for the lesson. To Ravi’s worry, each couple had a handicap to overcome.

Dave was clumsy on the dance floor by his own admission, Jeff was still getting used to being naked in front of several others, and Charlie, well, took performance art very seriously.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road people! We’ve got to go big or go home here! Not often we get a chance to shimmy in the nudie,” Charlie boisterously announced to his classmates.

“People are probably thinking that it should be us being this theatrical,” Freddie remarked to his husband.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Jeff said meekly, covering his crotch with his hands.

“Okay, let’s start with something simple. Let’s do a simple two step with your partner,” Neena instructed the couples. “Grab each other by your arms and start stepping to the beat.”

Using her phone, Mrs. Kapoor started playing the music as the other couples got into position. No sooner than they began, they started running into problems.

Dave was missing the beat and was out of synch that his husband’s toes were getting stepped on.

“Ow! Uh Davey hon, I’m going to need you to keep up with the owww! That one was a corn!”

Jeff was more concerned about trying to hide his private parts with his legs, causing him to seriously lag behind the music.

“Okay Jeffy-bear, try to speed it up a little. Not to push you too hard but we’re barely moving.”

The Rosenbergs were actually following the directions well…except for the fact that Charlie insisted doing jazz hands every five steps, which was met with eyerolls from his wife.

Neena cut the music, signaling for the class to stop. She was a bit disappointed with the results.

“Hm. Well that could have gone better,” Neena said, letting them down gently.

Ravi, who had been analyzing the couples the whole time, stepped forward and spoke up.

“Alright, I know what’s going on with everyone because it happened to me a while ago. You all have confidence issues, each in different ways.”

Ravi pointed to Dave first and said, “You’re so down on yourself about having two left feet that you’re not letting your husband help. Couples need support from each other, both in and outside of dancing. If you feel you can’t hack it, let Freddie take the lead.”

“R-Right,” Dave replied, holding Freddie’s hand.

The Indian man then faced Jeff. “You can’t be so gun shy about being naked. I know it’s still an adjustment period for the whole nudism thing, but you already made a big leap coming here. You got guts, you just need to believe in yourself.”

Jeff nodded in affirmation, trying to keep his hands at his side instead of covering himself.

Ravi then said to Charlie, “And you just have too much confidence. Tone it down.”

Charlie just shrugged.

Once Mr. Kapoor said his piece, Neena put the music back on, giving out the same instructions. This time, with Ravi’s words in minds, the couples did much better and were getting a rhythm going. There were still some stumbling and a few toes getting stepped on but the class was doing much better now.

Her face much brighter, Neena faced her husband, who smiled back at her. It seems the cliché of “it takes two to tango”, was relevant here.

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“Alright, if anything happens while we’re gone, just call us from our phones. There’s ham in the oven in case you get hungry. No takeout,” Larry Pittman told the two teenagers sitting on the couch.

“We shouldn’t be gone too long. We love you,” Shannon Pittman said to them.

“Have fun at the movies,” their daughter replied.

“You could just stream something here, but you do you,” was the son’s remark.

The two parents then stepped out and climbed into their car. With the turn of the ignition key, Shannon and Larry were out of the driveway and out of the suburbs.

“I feel a little bit bad bending the truth to the kids like that,” Shannon admitted in the passenger seat.

“Is it really that far from the truth? We are going to the movies,” Larry said.

Shannon gave her husband a wry look. “You know full well it’s not a regular movie theater and why we can’t tell them the whole truth.”

After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the Pittmans arrived at an old drive in theater, far out from the rest of the city.

Pulling up to the box office, the female cashier greeted them, “Welcome to Big Bear Drive In. I take you’ll be having two tickets for the seven o’clock showing?”

“Yes ma’am,” confirmed Larry, “We’d also like to order our snacks. Can we get a large popcorn and two colas?”

“Make mine diet!” Shannon added.

With everything ordered and paid for, the Pittmans parked their car in the third row from the large screen, eager to be on time.

Big Bear Drive In was unique from other movies or even other drive ins. “Big Bare” as it was known to certain townspeople, served nudist clientele. In addition to enjoying films from the comfort of your car, you can choose to enjoy it sans clothing with no hassle from the staff. Having been around for decades, it was regarded as one of the town’s long-lived institutions and its best kept secret.

Wasting no more time, Larry and Shannon began undressing, tossing shirts, pants and undergarments to the backseat. Now fully nude, Larry pulled the car’s top back, leaving the top half open and letting the cool evening air touch their exposed skin.

The screen had begun to roll the movie, revealing it to be a showing of 1998’s There’s Something About Mary.

“Oh honey, this is the same one we saw back on our first date,” Shannon cooed nostalgically.

“Perfect for a night out,” Larry said, “Although we had something back then that we don’t have now. What was it…”

Right at the nick of time, one of the staff members brought them their concessions on a tray.

“Oh yeah, that!”

The couple spent the rest of the night in the nude, munching and sipping as Ben Stiller and Cameron Diaz’s antics play out on the large canvas screen. Through it all, Larry Pittman couldn’t help think to himself, ‘Now this is something you can’t just stream at home.’

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In an art studio, a painter and his model were at work. The artist in question was Diego Angelo Villanueva Delarosa (or just Diego Villanueva professionally, sometimes Chachi to those closest to him), an eccentric but well-regarded master of his craft.

His muse sitting on a chair with her hand on her chin was Pam Jenkins, a young woman who just moved into the city. Wanting some new experiences and come out of her shell more, she signed up to be Diego’s latest model. The fact that it paid generously didn’t hurt either.

As Diego was working on the canvas, Pam decided to strike a conversation with him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, I just ask that you do not move from that pose. It is crucial that I get that pose while the lighting is still good.”

“Well, have your other models ever gotten nerves? I know I’ve wanted something different from small town boredom, but this is the first time I’ve done something this daring!” She looked down at her body to reveal she was wearing…a red cocktail dress with a distinct golden rose pattern on it.

“It’s perfectly normal to be bit nervous for your first time mi amiga,” Diego responded. “Art is all about taking those bold first steps, so you just being here is brave enough.”

“I suppose the man known as the Nudist Painter would know brave when he sees it,” Pam said with a chuckle, “Usually in nude paintings, we’d be switching places.”

Just as she said, Diego was sitting by his canvas completely nude, with him acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world as he worked.

“Believe me, I get that a lot from the other models,” Diego said, smoothing out his pencil as he stroked his paintbrush across easel.

“So, follow up question, why do you paint in the nude if you don’t use nude models,” asked Pam.

“Oh, it is simply too hard to work in those kinds of conditions mi amiga! I need to be unrestrained in body and soul for my art to be at its best and it’s simply too hard to focus my creative energy when you have rough man-made materials rubbing against you and tightening around your body!”

He paused his work to gesticulate wildly as he ranted about the evils of clothing. Pam just gave a quiet “Hm” at this; she had been warned that Diego was an oddball even by artist standards, but it was different seeing it firsthand.

Settling down enough to continue painting, Diego added a few dramatic brush strokes before setting his paintbrush down firmly and standing up.

“It is finished Ms. Jenkins. Would you like to see the final results?”

A bit anxious, Pam got out of the chair and went over to the canvas. She gasped when she saw the painting; it was a beautiful combination of vivid oil paints that made her glow in that dress.

“Oh my…” was all Pam could manage, too awestruck to say more.

“It was a pleasure working with you on another great piece,” Diego said, taking a bow.

Pam found her voice to say, “I can’t believe you managed to make me look good in this picture.”

“Don’t sell yourself short mi amiga. Everyone has a certain beauty to them. You just have to take that bold step, stand tall and be proud of who you are,” Diego replied with a wink.

Pam had a giggle at that; the man was definitely an eccentric and more than a little corny, but there was no denying he had a certain charm to him.

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It was a perfect day to go to the beach; there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky as the sun shone brilliantly, and the water was the perfect temperature for swimming. If you were at Tortuga Cove Clothing Optional Beach specifically, you’d be able to enjoy these wonderful conditions as nature intended.

This was how Aaron Rosenberg and Naomi Yoshida spent their day together, swimming around in the ocean and occasionally splashing water at each other playfully. The experience was even better not just because they were clothes free, but because they had each other.

Once they had their fun, the couple emerged from the ocean, soaking wet and laughing with each other. Laughing the hardest between the two was Aaron, a wide smile on his freckled face. A slim fellow, he had his copper-colored hair tied up in a now slick ponytail.

Right beside him was his long-time girlfriend Naomi, smirking right back at him. Her jet-black hair was shorter than his, only going past her ears which had six piercings each. Matching her ears was a little gemstone piercing in her bellybutton.

They sat back on their towels, deciding to let the sun dry them off. Aaron rummaged through the backpack next to him and grabbed his glasses along with a small black box. Putting them on and setting the box aside, he decided to ask Naomi something.

“So…just a random question. If you could wear only one thing your whole life, what would it be?”

Naomi raised her eyebrow at this. “Not exactly sure how to answer something like that since if given the choice, I’d wear my skin only. Would glasses count?”

“Uh no. These are prescription, not a fashion statement,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I’m thinking more along the lines of an accessory. Something that wouldn’t get in the way of going naked.”

“You mean like a hat? I guess something like a baseball cap would help with shade.”

“A hat would be useful. But I was thinking of something a bit more…fashionable. Like jewelry!”

Naomi gave him an incredulous look. “Jewelry while going naked? What, do you expect a gold chain to go well with birthday suits?”

“I was thinking something smaller than that. Something like…a ring.”

Her face softened when he noticed the pitch in his voice. “Why a ring specific-”

Before Naomi could continue further, Aaron picked up the box and opened it in front of her, revealing a small gold band with a gemstone matching her piercing. The sight of it made her jaw drop.

“Naomi Yoshida, will you marry me?”

“Oh my God Aaron…oh my God! This is so beautiful…why didn’t you lead up with this at the beginning you goof?!”

“I take it that’s a yes?”

Naomi took the ring and slipped it on her finger, saying “Of course it’s a yes. If I had one thing to wear for the rest of my life, this would be it.”

With that, Naomi gave him a kiss, with him wrapping her in an embrace in return. A ring was truly the one accessory people would never mind wearing.

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“Okay Kelly, you can do this. No chickening out now.”

A young, petite blonde woman, Kelly, was standing before the security lanes at the airport. One side was the normal TSA lane, and the other was the new clothing optional lane. In spite of her meek appearance, Kelly boldly began undressing and stuffed her clothing in her carry-on bag.

Once fully au naturel, Kelly joined the other naked people in line, which was moving much faster than the other one for obvious reasons. As she was passed on through by security her heart was beating in excitement and trepidation.

She waited at the gate, not even bothering to sit in one of the chairs. Mostly because she had no towel to sit on, but her nerves were also a big factor.

‘Alright Kelly you are naked in an airport,’ she told herself, adjusting her round glasses, ‘You’ve been practicing at home, so this is a big step.’

Just when standing around was starting to tire Kelly, the announcer called for gate seven. Gripping her bag to her side, Kelly headed towards the entrance, flashed her ticket and filed into the plane.

She shuffled down the aisle, looking for her seat while trying not to stare at or bump into the other nude passengers.

‘I didn’t think so many people would jump at the idea of a nudist flight,’ Kelly noted to herself, seeing the various shapes, sizes, ages and colors, ‘It’s a little comforting. A little.’

After some more awkward trudging through the walkway, Kelly managed to find her seat,13-B. She noted the person sitting in the seat next to hers; it was a woman around her age, her dark hair, long, wavy and with a red streak in it. Her most notable features were the rose tattoo on her upper arm and the barbell piercings on her chest area.

“Hope I’m not bothering you. The ticket says I sit here,” Kelly said.

The woman with the piercings looked up from the book she was reading and replied, “If that’s what it says go right ahead.”

Kelly quickly stuffed her backpack in the overhead bin and collapsed into the seat, grateful that it already had a towel set on it.

“This your first time on a plane?” the woman with a red streak asked.

“Well not my first time ever on a plane,” Kelly responded, “It’s just my first time going on a plane alone. And naked of course.”

“What brings you on a nudie flight if you don’t mind me asking?”

Kelly gave that question some thought and said, “I told myself I’m going to New Eden to visit family. But if we’re being honest here, I think I’m doing it to take more chances in life, stop playing things so safe, you know? I even practiced in private.”

“Very respectable,” the tattooed woman replied, genuinely pleased.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” Kelly began.

“Being naked doesn’t help with jet lag, I checked,” was the pierced woman’s response.

“Damn. But no, what I actually wanted to know is why you’re taking a flight like this.”

The woman with the red streak mulled it over, then turned to face Kelly directly, “I’m going to be honest, I thought my old life sucked. Crappy job, crappier apartment, all of my relationships wound up dead, I figure I needed a change of scenery. Being free and nekkid just sounded like the perfect scenery.”

“Oh wow. I mean, well what I meant was, I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Kelly said.

“Same to you…um…I didn’t catch your name come to think of it.”

“I’m Kelly Pearson,” the blonde answered, “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Alyssa Roche. Nice meeting you Kelly,” the brunette greeted her properly.

Soon the plane was off the ground and was flying high in the sky, taking the passengers to their destination in the span of two hours. In the meantime, all that mattered was that Alyssa and Kelly had each other for company and conversation.

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Rushing through her living room was Susan Littlebear, hopping on one foot as she tried taking her shoes off.

“Damn that museum and their paperwork. It’s like they like keeping me on after hours.”

She walked into the kitchen where her husband Tom was making lemonade from scratch while wearing a robe.

“I thought you just had to swing by the museum for an hour or two. I had to stall them for the last thirty minutes,” Tom said, not looking up from his task.

“I swear they would lose their own heads if I wasn’t around,” Susan grumbled as she removed her blouse and started unclasping her bra, “I had to sign off on several sheets just to make sure we’ll have the main exhibits ready for Monday.”

“Have they considered your proposal for the history of naturism exhibits yet? It’s the least they could do if they keep putting you on overtime,” Tom asked, actually looking at her this time.

“Ha. They barely got off their asses to have more native history in a museum of all places. It’s going to take a while before they seriously consider that,” Susan grumbled as she pulled down her pants and underwear.

Setting her clothes on the table, Susan stepped through the glass patio door, greeting two other naked women in her backyard. They were Angela Franklin and Kathy Sadowski, and both wore unamused looks along with straw hats.

“Susie, I distinctly remember you telling us you’d be here before twelve. It is now way past brunch,” Kathy said sharply.

“Yeah, I was standing out here while the sun was beating down. Good thing Tom got us these hats,” Angela complained.

“I apologize for running late ladies, but the sun is just something you’re going to have to deal with because it’s time to work,” Susan said while grabbing gloves and a trowel. “Our gardening club officially starts now.”

The three women then started on their gardening project, pulling out weeds, tending to the soil and planting the seeds Kathy had brought. With a little TLC, they would be welcoming begonias over the following weeks. The trio also made sure to take care of the flowers already blooming in the garden, with the roses getting special attention.

It was all hard work as Susan had said but it felt free to work with nature completely uninhibited. Even the sun felt less oppressive on their bare skin as they gardened.

“Alright I take back the bellyaching from earlier,” Angela said, wiping sweat from her brow, “I’m having fun and with a little elbow grease, this might end up looking like something out of a magazine.”

“This almost reminds me of how I tried recreating Luther’s plant experiments for my ninth-grade science class,” Kathy chirped. “Although obviously I wasn’t in the buff back then. Wonder if it would have made a difference?”

Angela faced Susan and asked, “You ever thought of expanding the project outside of just your personal garden? Maybe we could do something like a nudist community garden where we could grow fruits and veggies.”

“That’s…not a bad idea at all Ang,” Susan responded, admiring the idea, “It could probably come along faster than anything I could do at the museum.”

The patio door opened and out came Tom, fully nude and carrying a tray of lemonades.

“Come and get it ladies! It took me a while until I could get the right amount of tart and sweet, but I think I have the perfect batch of drinks.”

The women dropped their tools and gathered around Tom, taking the glasses from the trey. As they sipped away, the nudist gardening project could now officially be considered a success.

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“I hope we made it in time. I want to get a good view of the whole show.”

This was Charlie Rosenberg giddily guiding his family to the main street of the city. Curiously for a family outing, they were all nude in public.

“Relax Charlie. It’s not like we’re going to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade,” his wife Miriam pointed out.

“It’s something even better than the Macy’s Parade, Mimi!” Charlie said excitedly, “This is the first ever Nudist Culture Parade. Half the town is in on it, and the best part is no one has to dress fancy for the occasion!”

“I’m just glad it’s not too cool outside,” their daughter Lily stated. “It feels great to have a warm day in autumn.”

“Trust me, the guys are extra grateful for the weather,” her brother Aaron snarked.

Carefully maneuvering through the crowd, the Rosenbergs managed to find the perfect spot closest to the street. Not only was their position optimal, but Mr. Rosenberg also noticed who was standing right next to them.

“Duane Franklin! Good seeing you here bud!” Charlie greeted the African American man.

“No way I’d miss this, Charlie! This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for anyone in the nudist community,” Duane said enthusiastically.

“Jordan’s been the most excited, especially when he heard there was going to be big balloons,” Duane’s wife Angela said, motioning to their son.

“Aw mom, it’s not like that,” the young teen protested indignantly, “I’m hyped because all my friends are here. No one in the neighborhood wants to miss this.”

Looking around, Jordan wasn’t far off at all; most of the nudist families in the city were in attendance. There was the Kassem-Sullivan couple with their adopted daughter, the Kapoors brought their brood along, and Tiffany Duggan and her twin boys could be spotted among the crowd. Her husband Jeff and his police partner Peter Provost were in the street, making sure everything was clear for the festivities. Funny enough they were nude as well, with only their holsters, bulletproof vests, and caps signifying they were working security detail.

Once everything was in order, the main show began, and it started with a bang. There was an au naturel marching band passing through the streets, playing their jaunty tunes completely free and uninhibited.

Soon as the drummers and tuba players were further into the street, floats carrying the special nudist guests were given the spotlight. On one platform, there was Diego Villanueva, surrounded by replicas of his famous art pieces. On the next float was Ronnie Joe Roarke, playing it up for an audience and strumming on his guitar, getting the crowd excited.

Coming up behind them (to Jordan’s secret delight) were people carrying large balloons, depicting a koala, a panda and a grizzly all wearing fig leaves. Judging by the delighted reaction from the crowd, they got the pun.

As the parade continued, the Rosenbergs huddled close together, taking in the sights and sounds. No better way to celebrate nudism than with a parade and as a family.

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It was Christmas morning in the Powell-Bauer home. In the master bedroom stretching his arms in his birthday suit was Todd Powell, the father of the household. Redheaded and toned from a consistent work out schedule, Todd could be considered quite the catch. At least his new wife Carrie Bauer thought so.

She stood next to him in a blue silk robe, her fair skin and black hair reminiscent of Snow White. Todd certainly considered her as beautiful as any princess.
“Are you ready to celebrate our first Christmas together?” Carrie asked him, excitement in her voice.

“I still can’t believe it,” Todd said in awe, “It feels like yesterday were going on our first date. Now we get spend Christmas together.”

“We’ve certainly come a long way. I remember when I was just getting used to you telling me you were a nudist,” she recalled with a laugh. “For a whole day, I couldn’t tell if I should have been weirded out or considered myself the luckiest girl in the world.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Todd told her with a wry smile, “After all, you got used to it and then some.”

With that, Carrie dropped her robe, revealing she was as nude as he was. “What can I say? The idea of spending the holidays in the buff is exciting.”

“Well, we better head downstairs then. The kids are probably waiting for presents,” said Todd.

Giving each other a kiss, the two naturist parents stepped out of their bedroom and stepped down into the living room. Sure enough, Todd’s fifteen-year-old son Nathan and Carrie’s sixteen-year-old daughter Erin were waiting for them.

Erin was the spitting image of her mother, with longer hair and a smaller, upturned nose. She wore the holiday on her sleeves with her Christmas patterned pajama set, a jolly Santa on her shirt.

Nathan greatly resembled his father, his eyes blue instead of Todd’s green and his coppery hair spiked up. He too wore pajamas that morning, only his “sleepwear” was just the skin he was born with.

“Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!” the two teens said in unison.

“And merry Christmas to the two of you!” Todd jovially greeted them back.

“Are we all ready to start opening gifts?” Carrie asked them.

Rather than jump at the chance to start ripping apart wrapping paper, Nathan surprised his stepmother and father by saying, “We actually think you guys deserve the first gift.”

“We realized that a lot has changed in the past year. Emphasis on a lot,” Erin chimed in.

“She means the whole getting remarried thing,” the teen boy interrupted.

“And finding out your new stepdad is a nudist.”

“And getting a prude for a sister.”

“And your mom getting roped into nudism…”

Todd cleared his throat, getting the two back on track.

“But through this rough adjustment period, you two have made each other so happy and that’s all we could ask for,” Erin said, “So here’s our present to you.”

The two teens went under the tree to grab a small red package and passed it to their parents. Todd and Carrie gently tore the red wrapping paper off to reveal what they got; a photo from their wedding day, preserved in a beautiful, crystalline picture frame.

“We noticed you never got around to getting it framed, so me and Erin decided to take care of it,” Nathan told them. “Do you like it?”

The two parents, misty-eyed at what they received, wrapped their kids in a group hug, very grateful for their gift. It was on this day that they truly became a family.

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“As much as it pains me that he’s not here, it’s for the best that Jason spends this one Thanksgiving with his girlfriend and her family. Those could be future in laws he’s getting to know.”

This was the conversation Rachel Chen was having with her husband, Drew, as they finished setting the table for their Thanksgiving dinner.

Cleaning his glasses with one of the napkins, Drew replied wistfully, “It just reminds you of how fast our kids are growing up. It won’t be long before the twins are out of the house and starting new lives with different people.”

“Don’t I know it,” Rachel sighed, “At least my parents will be coming over to make up for it.”

Drew grimaced as he put his glasses back on. “Will they be doing the whole birthday suit thing at the table?”

“Andrew Chen, don’t you start,” Rachel shot back, “You know how seriously they take their new lifestyle, especially after Daddy had that health scare.”

“Didn’t the doctor say it was a gallbladder infection, not a cardiac problem?” Drew pointed out. “He just drank cranberry juice for a week and he was fine.”

“Be that as it may, nudism means a lot to them so we should try to accommodate them while they’re over,” Rachel said, making sure all the utensils were in order.

“Alright but never say I don’t go above and beyond for you Rach.”

There was a knock at their door at that moment which alerted Rachel, “That’s them! You get the door; I’ll call the kids down.”

Reluctantly, Drew went over to the front door and opened it. Sure enough, it was his in-laws, Ren and Meiling Yang, surprisingly dressed for the Thanksgiving.

“Welcome you two, so glad you two made it,” Mr. Chen said earnestly.

“Andrew, good to see you! You’re looking great!” chirped Meiling before stepping into the house, “Sorry if I’m springing this on you but is it alright if we get comfortable? It’s so hot and sticky for November.”

Ren followed his wife inside, already removing his sweater. “I can’t wait for Rachel’s cooking. I can smell it all the way over here!”

“Make yourselves at home,” Drew said meekly as he thought to himself, ‘This is going to be a long dinner.’

Thanksgiving was underway and the Chens and Yangs sat united at the dining room table. Meiling and Ren were trading stories and jokes, laughing while they sat completely nude. Rachel and Drew tried laughing along with them while their youngest son Tommy sat quietly.

Tommy’s twin sister Amy would be less silent, bluntly asking, “So why did Grandma and Grandpa decide to show their butts and boobs to everyone?”

Drew nearly choked on his drink as Rachel scolded her daughter, “Amy, mind your manners!”

“Let her ask her questions Rachel,” Meiling interjected, “You have to admit, this does look weird to a fifteen-year-old.”

Mrs. Yang then turned to Amy and gave her answer, “Well after your grandfather thought he had a heart attack, we realized just how precious the time we have left on Earth is. We decided that if we were to ever kick the bucket, we would go out with no regrets.”

“Since we were taking risks, we decided to visit a nudist resort for the first time ever,” Ren explained, “We loved it almost immediately! The two of us decided that if we only have so much time left, we might as well spend it doing what we love. Best decision we made since we decided to start a family.”

Hearing his in-laws explain it firsthand and seeing how full of joy they were, Drew finally understood what Rachel was telling him earlier. This wasn’t just a chance to get naked; nudism was helping them come to terms with their morality and getting to live every moment to its fullest. It was respectable and Drew couldn’t feel a little guilty for being so cagey and dismissive earlier.

As his grandfather finished talking, Tommy finally spoke up to say, “I think what Grandpa and Grandma are doing is really cool.”

Amy scoffed, “Are you a nudist too Tommy?”

“Well…kind of. I practice in my room a lot,” Tommy said nonchalantly, earning him a big “WHAT!?” from his mother and sister and cheers from his grandparents.

Drew just smiled and chuckled; it seems his whole family was fully of surprises this Thanksgiving.

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On the closed set of a television studio, the crew were getting ready to shoot the first episode of an exciting new project. In the middle of this busy set, the lead actor for this new show was Nick Cappas, a young up and comer in the TV business. With his tanned skin, long shaggy hair and chiseled facial features, Nick certainly had the face for TV. Standing naked in front of everyone in the studio, he also showed he had the body for TV.

See, Sunny Day Productions put together one of the first shows of its kind. After reaching an agreement with the FCC following lengthy negotiations and striking a deal with the cable channel known as Magnet Network, a sitcom with a nudist lead, uncensored and uncompromised, was greenlit.

The most important part after that was casting this groundbreaking lead. After going through several potential applicants, most of whom chaffed at the idea of going nude in front of millions, they found their leading man in Nick. Cappas had gained a reputation for playing heartthrobs in several of Magnet’s dramas and sitcoms, meaning he had an existing fanbase to bank off of. Even better, he was fully on board with the nudism…with a few concessions.

Walking on set was the producer of this project, Arthur D.D. Fitzpatrick, dressed in an all-gold colored suit.

“Hey there, just checking how everything is going,” Fitzpatrick called out, “How’s our star doing?”

“Art, I’m glad you’re here,” Nick said, “Just wanted to make sure we have the details of our deal smoothed out.”

“No problem, Nick, I wouldn’t screw you on this after everything we’re putting on this. The first show to tap into the nudist market!” Fitzpatrick practically squealed in excitement, rubbing his hands together.

“Well remember, it’s my buns and family jewels being broadcasted Arthur. I want to make sure my bases are covered before I go through with this,” Nick told the producer.

“Not a problem with that,” Fitzpatrick replied, “So you say you wanted a pay raise. I can swing that.”

“And I want a pay raise for co-star too. It’s the least she gets for putting up with a naked guy.”

“Altruistic, I like that in an actor. We’ll also divide the merch sales evenly.”

“Keep it across the board. Also, I get first pick of any show Magnet to star in.”

“Done and it wouldn’t surprise me if Sunny Day wants you in future productions.”

“Then I say we have a deal Art.”

With that, the actor and producer shook hands, signing off on this unique arrangement. Fitzpatrick then left the sound stage, actually clicking his heels in excitement as he walked away.

One of the key grips walked up to Nick and said, “That dude really has high hopes for this show. I’m not surprised you had to ask for all that just to do this.”

Nick smiled at the grip and replied, “Oh I walk around nude when I’m home, so I’d do it for free. In show biz, you have to make sure you’re getting the best deals out of everything!”

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Eric Park was wandering around his seemingly empty house, having come home a little early since it was Friday. He was a bit befuddled; not even his wife seemed to be around despite today being a special day. Rather than seriously question this peculiarity, he simply shrugged and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Unbeknownst to a lot of people, the Parks were practicing home nudists. The first thing they did whenever they got home was get out of their clothes and unwind as nature intended. And he did just that, prying off his slacks and his boxer shorts, being left in nothing but his own skin.

Now feeling fresh and free, Eric felt like doing something silly since he was all alone. Even with no music playing, the man decided to dance around a bit. It was his birthday today after all and what better way to celebrate than being naked in his own home.

So there Eric was, moving about and shaking everything his mama gave him to the rhythm in his head, not a care in the world. So, one could imagine how off guard he was when people jumped out of several hiding spots in the living room.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIC!” was what yelled the strangers.

Eric’s hands immediately covered his groin as he took a good look at who ambushed him. It was his wife, June, and a few of their friends and acquaintances all gathered in the living room.

“Happy birthday Eric!” Larry Pittman cheered. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to be one of those nudists, would you?”

Eric just stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was one of the few times he ever felt truly embarrassed.

“Uh…yeah, I’m a nudist. Mostly a home nudist,” the naked man said, finding his voice and trying to be confident, “Nothing wrong with that or to be judged for.”

“Well…good thing we’re all nudists too!” Bryan Hardy shouted, “Double surprise!”

Eric’s burgeoning embarrassment gave way to surprise as the guests began undressing. Once they were all nude, the party actually began. Now completely relaxed and no longer covering himself, Eric began mingling with the guests.

He was surprised to see how many people he knew were long time nudists; even Harold, one of the more curmudgeonly people Eric knew, got introduced to it thanks to his wife. Eric made a mental note to try to be a bit more open about his lifestyle, just to see who else was part of it.

Mr. Park walked away from his guests to talk with June, who was carrying a cake with a candle on it.

“Happy birthday sweetie!” she said to him.

“That little surprise was kind of a cheap trick you know,” Eric replied to her wryly.

“Well, it did get you, didn’t it? That’s what surprises are for,” June said playfully, “Besides, you got to know your friends better than before.”

“You have a point there. Plus spending your birthday in your birthday suit just makes sense,” Eric chuckled. “All is forgiven but I’m going to have to find a way to top this for our anniversary next month.”

With that, Eric blew the candles out on his cake, having gotten his wish for a pleasant birthday.

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A spaceship traveling through the cosmos at light speed, looking sleek and shiny as it cruised along the stars. Strolling to the ship’s bridge was the ship’s captain, Dirk Reddwarf, a name both famous and infamous across the galaxy, in big part due to his attire.

Dirk had blond hair and yellow eyes to go with his gold-colored skin. Across his flesh were black tattoos, each holding different meanings from his home planet. Some tattoos meant “warrior” while others meant “leader”, all attributes that could be applied to Dirk. To honor his people’s traditional markings, the daring Dirk forsook most clothing.

With the exception of a cape and boots, Dirk boldly showed his body to the galaxy, not ashamed in the least bit. Walking through the door that led to the bridge, one look at his crew showed he was not alone in his way of presentation.

Walking across the bridge was Dirk’s second in command, Diana Atomik. Her short blonde hair styled in a way that left her pink iris eye peeking out. At the computers was Pol Darkstar, the communications officer, looking grim with his porcelain white skin and black facial markings under his eyes.

Standing right across Pol was the engineer and third in command was Ashura Blueseed, a plant like alien with green, mottled skin and leaves for hair. He was having a conversation with Ria Moonwater, an alien with squid tentacles for hair and the ship’s medic.

Manning the computer screens on the left side of the bridge was the perky Pemda, a navigator with orange skin, antennae and three eyes. Rounding out the crew the front of the bridge was the helmsman, Cross Marvo. He could be distinguished by his triangular irises and the ridges on his nose.

In spite of the vast differences in species, personalities and body types, the crew were united in their lack of dress, showing no shame in exposing their unique anatomies to each other and to anyone who would see them.

Taking his seat at the captain’s chair, Dirk called to his communications officer, “Any messages we need to address Mr. Darkstar?”

“We have a transmission coming from General Orion,” Pol replied in a gravelly voice, “Are we going to answer that?”

“I would love a chat with our old friend,” Dirk said with a smirk. “Put him on the screen.”

Pol Darkstar tapped at his keyboard and soon the image of General Orion was on the screen. He wore a black leather body suit with multiple straps and a cowl that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed.

“It wouldn’t hurt for you people to put some clothes on whenever we communicate,” Orion groaned over the video chat.

“We missed you too general,” Dirk responded to him sweetly. “What is it you need from us?”

General Orion grew stern and gave his message to the captain, “There is a serious problem with space pirates raising a ruckus in the Arcturus sector, raiding several supply ships that cross that path. The Galactic Peace Corp have our hands full with other matters, so we entrust you with taking care of this problem. Can we rely on you for this job?”

“You can count on the Nudie Starfighters to deal with these pesky pirates general. We’ll have them in custody before you know it!” Dirk exclaimed, ready to take on their mission.

Diana then passed the orders along, “Pemda, set coordinates for the Arcturus system. Keep your eyes peeled for any raiders that might show up on the radar.”

“Aye aye Ms. Atomik! It’s a skip and a hop aways from here,” chirped the three eyed alien as she punched in the coordinates.

Soon the S.S. Stardust was en route to its next big adventure in space peacekeeping.