Stripped For Florida

Raised Nude 1

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RAISED NUDE, PART I
“IF WE ADOPT HER, WE’RE GOING TO RAISE HER NUDE”
How we adopted my ailing sister’s daughter and how we raised her

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Janelle and I talked for the entire four hours it took to drive up the coast.

“We agreed,” she reminded me, “if we were ever to have a daughter we would raise her naked.”

“Yes, of course, I just don’t want to overwhelm my sister just now.”

“If we’re the parents then we make the decisions, isn’t that right? I’m sure your sister understands that.”

“Okay, but I think it only right that we let her know our intentions.”

My sister was convinced she was going to die. Even if I don’t, she had explained, I still have to battle this cancer. Come get Alexis, sign the adoption papers, and visit me every month while I’m still alive.

Did I mention she was a drama queen?

“We can keep her temporarily while you go through treatment,” I argued.

“She’s got all her stuff packed and ready to go.” My sister was adamant.

“If we adopt her, we’re going to raise her nude.” I said by way of both disclosure and admonishment. My sister just laughed. I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not.

“Aunt Janelle and Uncle Bill are going to be your new mom and dad,” my sister explained. “Do what they say and come back and visit me. Don’t forget, I’ll always be your Mamma.” Alexis nodded and let her mother draw her in for a hug and a kiss.

Alexis was fast asleep in the back seat during the drive home. She was about to be raised nude, which would be a brand new experience for her.

“This is going to be a huge transition for her,” I said. “She’ll be missing her mother, living in a new house, calling us mom and dad. We should go easy on the nudity thing.”

Janelle disagreed. We need to transition as quickly as possible. New house, new parents, new way of living.

That’s Janelle. Parents always know best, even brand new ones.

By the time we made it home the weather had turned chilly and it was drizzling. I carried Alexis into the house and Janelle took her upstairs to give her a warm bath. Afterwards she walked the girl across the hall to her new bedroom and helped her slip under the covers.

“The bed feels all silky,” Alexis said, squirming her naked body between the sheets.

“Sleep tight, honey.”

One hour in her new home and Alexis was already sleeping in the nude.

The next morning I was up early to make breakfast. Alexis was bright eyed and energetic when she came down the stairs. Janelle had put her into one of the loose-fitting lightweight sundresses she’d sewn up in anticipation of the adoption. I’m going to take her shopping, Janelle had told me the night before. “Not to get any clothes,” she laughed. “Mostly to get her used to being out in public with nothing but a bit of sheer cotton between her body and the rest of the world.”

Two days later the dress Alexis was wearing was noticeably shorter. As soon as we were done eating breakfast Janelle said, “We’re staying home today. Lift up your arms.” Alexis obeyed and Janelle slipped the dress up over her head. “You can just wear panties today.”

The day after was set aside for putting plants into the new backyard garden plot. Alexis was as excited as any child should be at the prospect of digging holes, planting seeds and wetting everything down.

“Want to see our garden?” Alexis yelled excitedly. I came out onto the back deck and looked at the delightful sight of a child completely caught up in the moment. As expected she was muddy and the wet fabric of her short frock clung to her skin.

“Let’s get you out of that dress and hose you down,” Janelle said. She pulled the wet dress over the girls’ head and handed me the hose. “Why don’t you do the honors?”

She squealed while I sprayed her down and then turned off the hose.

“Want a warm bath before supper?” I asked. Alexis nodded and scampered into the house, dripping water on the floor and up the stairs while I followed.

It was my first time to supervise her bath, but certainly not the last. I bundled her into a fluffy towel and wondered. Was this the moment? Instead we went across the hall into her bedroom and slipped her into one of the shortest of the sundresses Janelle had sewn up, the ones that just skim the bottom of her butt cheeks. Whenever she sits down, Janelle had explained, her rear will be directly on the surface she’s sitting on. She needs to get used to having no underwear.

Sure enough, during the meal Alexis remarked, “it’s funny to feel the seat cushion.” She rocked back and forth on her tush.

The next day Janelle made it into a game. “What did you sit on today?” she asked Alexis.

Alexis counted off the surfaces on her fingers for my benefit: hard chair, soft chair, really cold stone bench, really sharp metal stripey bench, straw chair . . . um, oh, and the seat on the bus coming home. I nodded. Part of her was already interacting nude with the outside world.

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My sister doesn’t travel much. We had almost always been the ones to drive up to see her, so before moving in with us Alexis had spent very little time at our house or met many of our friends. It had been a couple of weeks since we’d adopted Alexis. She insisted that she should call us Mommy and Daddy. We had called her “Mother” a few times on the phone. Jan and Paul and their little boy Sam were the first friends we invited over to meet Alexis. I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner and had my ear out for the doorbell. Janelle had given Alexis a bath and was struggling to get the tangles out of her wet hair. They were in the living room, Janelle on the couch and Alexis standing in front of her, when the doorbell rang.

“They’re here already!” Janelle exclaimed. “You look wonderful Alexis, but there’s no time to get you dressed. You’re just going to have to be naked.”

“Is it because you can’t decide if I should wear the panties or a dress, mommy?” Alexis asked.

Janelle strode to the front door and opened it wide. Welcome, welcome! She said. Introductions were made all around. We sat down to eat, everyone properly dressed and Alexis fully nude.

“Can I take my clothes off, too?” Sam asked.

Jan and Paul looked at us. Everyone had decided to treat Alexis’ nudity as completely normal, which was to say that we had not broached the topic at all.

“It is completely up to your parents what you should wear, Sam. Alexis is being raised nude. If your parents want you to be naked they will let you know, perhaps after dinner.” Trust Janelle to explain that children do what their parents think is best for them while at the same time making it clear to the parents that Sam was perhaps not to be stripped down just at that moment.

Sam seemed to think that was an acceptable answer and continued eating, but as soon as the meal was over and the adults adjourned to the living room sofa and chairs he positioned himself in front of his mom. “So, can I now?”

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It was a few weeks later that Janelle and Alexis made their way to Selbers Jewelers. We were still improvising on how nude we could keep our new daughter. If we went somewhere by car we could easily keep her completely naked en route. But Janelle preferred the option of traveling with Alexis on public transport. She headed out with Alexis in one of the shortest of the little sun dresses.

“What with the short hem, thin fabric and no underwear she was very aware of her body being exposed to the air and to every little breeze,” Janelle tells me when they got back. “As soon as we stepped inside the store I pulled the dress over her head and put it in my purse.”

“ ‘I’ve got my little girl here and we’d like to get some ankle bangles fitted for her,’ I explained. I’m sure someone on staff wanted to protest that she didn’t need to be naked for the fitting, but you know me. I want my daughter to be confident and assertive and I model the same behavior. ‘We also need to have her ears pierced and select a few suitable earring styles.’ ”

We carefully explained to Alexis that jewelry was not considered clothing and that as a result she was really and truly nude, even when wearing anklets and earrings. Alexis nodded. She was beginning to understand that even though she often had to wear a bit of clothing it was not something she should ever expect or count upon.

We spoke by phone with her mother frequently, but after six weeks we made the drive to see her in person. Her cancer was under control at the moment, although she still insisted that she could die any day. Alexis was naked in the car, of course, and we didn’t bother to dress her for the short walk from the car to the apartment building, nor for the elevator ride to the third floor.

“Oh my, you’re naked!” her mother exclaimed when she opened the door. Alexis simply reached up to give her mother a huge hug and my sister was momentarily distracted welcoming us and finding places for everyone to sit.

“You’re naked.”

“I’m always naked,” Alexis replied. “I’m not ever supposed to wear any clothes at home although I do have a dress I can wear if we go out. Also, I have my ears pierced and these new ankle bangles.”

“I don’t mind if you put the dress on,” her mother said. It was more than a suggestion. Alexis looked over at Janelle.

I responded. “I told you, if we adopt her we’ll be raising her nude.” I laughed.

“You can be so funny,” my sister laughed. Alexis, of course, remained naked.

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Legally speaking children can be naked in public. The age limit varies, but where we live it is until the child’s tenth birthday. The law was no doubt intended to apply to temporary situational nudity such as changing a child’s wet or soiled dress. The beach offered a somewhat middle ground. Although the law is the same everywhere, there was more latitude afforded. Most children wore bathing suits, but nobody complained that Alexis did not.

“Want to come to the beach?” Alexis asked Sam. Alexis wore earrings and anklets and nothing else. While Sam still doffed his clothing (after asking his parents, every time) when he came over to play, he was getting more modest.

“I do,” Sam answered, “but I don’t want to go naked.”

Alexis shrugged. She’d never been anything but naked at the beach and we went to the beach often. It was the most public place we could take her without slipping a bit of sheer cloth over her head.

School was the place where Alexis was the most clothed. We selected her school based on academics and extracurricular activities, of course. It had to have tuition we could afford. But we also selected it on the basis of the uniform and the willingness of the administration to understand that parents know what’s best for their child.

“She won’t be attending school naked,” Janelle reassured the headmaster, who looked visibly relieved. “I like the fact that your uniform for girls is a blouse with a dress”--what Americans call a jumper, and what the British call a pinafore dress--”Alexis does not wear anything that constricts the waist.” The headmaster waited patiently while this parent went through the intricacies of girls’ clothing. “She will not be wearing panties.”

“As long as she maintains modesty she’ll be fine at our institution.”

A sense of modesty: the very thing we are attempting to demolish in Alexis.

Nevertheless, children are quite astute. The school uniform was longer by far than any other clothing Alexis would ever be given to wear, and she knew better than to lift up the dress and flaunt her nude state underneath. But on the playground all her friends knew she was bare on the bottom and some of them stashed their panties in their bookbags and backpacks as soon as they got to school, so there was a whole group of schoolgirls with their nether regions naked at school.

At home and anywhere else we could devise it, Alexis was nude. This was the case no matter who came to the house, whether it be the plumber, the tree trimming crew, or friends over for a nice dinner or backyard cookout. When we went on picnics we selected locations where we could strip her down. You’d be surprised how accepting people are at seeing a naked little girl in the park or on a hiking trail.

Other than the issue of nakedness, however, Alexis had a very normal life. She went to school, did her homework, listened to music, drew pictures and had friends. When her friends came over to our house Alexis was naked. In the course of time most of her friends’ families accepted this about Alexis and allowed her to be naked at their houses as well, or had her slip on one of her sheer little sundresses when out and about in public.

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Alexis grew, as children do, and in lieu of dressing her up in fancy outfits, we decided to buy her a little more body adornment. It was at Selbers Jewelers that she got her bellybutton pierced and where we bought a small selection of different jewels to put in the piercing ring. The old anklets no longer fit and Selbers supplied new larger ankle bangles. Now that Alexis was a little older we also bought her bangles for her wrists which jingled delightfully against one another as Alexis went about her day.

It was also at Selbers that we got a recommendation for a dermatology practice that would enjoy working on a child. The idea was that Alexis would visit the dermatologist at regular intervals so that as she approached puberty each hair that was thicker than soft down would be laser removed. She would never have to go through the ordeal of having massive amounts of laser hair removal all at one go. Instead, her body would remain smooth, soft and hairless throughout her development.

At first there wasn’t much hair to remove, but the visits became a regular routine. Alexis was getting older. Her breasts budded and she attracted more attention, especially at the beach and other public locales where if anyone else was naked it was only infants and toddlers.

“Do I have to be naked?” Alexis asked.

“Of course, honey,” Janelle replied. “Shall we drive up and see your mother?”

That was the other change. My sister was not doing well. Having survived the first cancer against all odds, she was now battling a second cancer. It turned out to be our last visit before she passed away.

“I think it’s Florida time,” Janelle said on our way home from the funeral. I wasn’t at all sure about the timing of this pronouncement, but Janelle takes the parenting thing seriously. If she thought it was time, we would definitely be in Florida soon enough.

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Like many another young visitor to Florida Alexis was stripped as soon as we arrived and for the first time she was nude all the time. To keep her aroused we got her pierced and one of those vibrating balls set so it was right on her clit.

Alexis seemingly burst into young womanhood overnight. Although only 12 years old her breasts exploded into fully rounded orbs. Her hips widened and her waist narrowed. It wasn’t hard to find a dermatologist willing to continue the task of hair removal, and now the job of keeping Alexis soft and hairless was no longer a trivial task.

We rented a condo unit in an upscale community north of Tampa and were ready to enjoy access to swimming pools, restaurants, outdoor cafés, nature trails and a 45 minute drive to white sandy Gulf coast beaches. Janelle located an upscale jewelry store and took Alexis there for the piercing rather than to one of the scores of shops that cater to the throngs of tourists that bring their kids to Florida, strip them naked, rig them up with all manner of tattoos and rings and clamps and vibrators and head off for theme parks and beaches. Two weeks later Janelle took her back.

The attendants took the two of them back into one of the fitting rooms and had Alexis lie down in a generously upholstered leather reclining chair. It was the same one that Alexis had been in when her clit hood was pierced and she looked around wondering what it was going to be this time. One of the attendants reached down and tweaked the nipple on her left breast, she felt the cold tip of the piercing gun and a sharp pain shot through her breast. Two seconds later the second attendant did the same on the other side.

“Mom!” Alexis exclaimed. “You could at least warn me what you’re planning to do to me!”

Janelle didn’t even give the statement a second thought. “Make sure to put a matching pearl drop on the clit ring as well,” she instructed the attendants. “Can I see the selection before you attach them?”

The attendant held out a black velvet lined tray and Janelle gave the go ahead for rings to be threaded through each of Alexis’ nipples.

“Stand up so I can see you,” Janelle said. “You look stunning!”

Alexis looked at herself in the mirror. A drop pearl hung from the nipple at the tip of each rounded breast and a matching pearl hung suspended from the vibrating ring on her clit.

It didn’t take long for Alexis to attract attention. We met André poolside—a handsome Florida-tanned, bleached blonde twenty-year old--and from day one Alexis was absolutely smitten with him. André was as attracted to Alexis as she was to him. Although we rarely left Alexis alone we weren’t used to Florida. Despite the age difference both were stripped and in the eyes of Florida law they could engage in whatever behaviour they wished, in public or private. So it was that one day Janelle found Alexis busy swallowing André’s sperm after deepthroating his long and shapely erection.

“If you’re interested in the male body,” Janelle informed Alexis, “I’ll start you on an intensive program to learn everything about it.”

“Well, I am interested in André’s body,” Alexis laughed. It was a bold statement on her part. She knew better than to question her mother, but with the upbringing we had given her I don’t suppose we could expect her to be shy.

The program that Janelle devised involved daily morning and afternoon massage sessions. The massages were given by Alexis and were devoted entirely to André’s physical satisfaction. Over the course of the summer Alexis learned to pleasure every minute surface of André’s physique. From toes to the back of the ears, pectorals to back of the knees Alexis learned how to elicit the maximum response. The measuring rod for all of this, of course, was André’s penis. How to keep his erection hard for two hours at a time while massaging everything but his dick was a challenge that Janelle insisted upon. That took up the morning sessions. Afternoons were devoted to two hours of massaging the perineum, the testicles, and of course the many specific areas of the penis itself.

Janelle considered the massage a success if André was desperate to come, but hadn’t been brought to orgasm. And of course Alexis wasn’t supposed to be having intercourse.

“You know it is totally legal,” I reminded Janelle. “I don’t know how the two of them can stand it.”

“You’re right. I’ve been observing André and I don’t think he can tolerate it much longer.”

This time Janelle had little choice but to take Alexis to one of the tourist shops. “They’re just so tacky,” Janelle complained, “but Jasmine Jewelers says they don’t carry such items.”

So it was that Janelle and Alexis headed to Sunbright Strip Emporium and returned with three sizes of butt plugs. “We’ll start with the small one and get your ass used to that, then work up to a bigger size. Meanwhile you’ll see how good it feels!”

Indeed, with the vibrating ring stimulating her from the front and the butt plug tingling the nerve endings of the inside arms of the clitoris Alexis was in a near orgasmic state for much of the day. “Remember to spread the pleasure around!” Janelle reminded her, “I don’t think André can continue to stand all the stimulation you’re giving him without some release.”

“But, you’re the one insisting!” Alexis complained.

“The massages have him really worked up. We’ve decided to let him fuck you, but only in the ass, do you understand? The plugs are getting you ready so you can take him in.”

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Continued in Part II

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