Stripped for Florida - How Rachel Met Jayden 1 to 11
By Morgan Jamissan
MorganJamissan@gmail.com
Copyright 2017 by Morgan Jamissan, all rights reserved
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How
Rachel Met Jayden - Part 1
It was an
unusually warm day for having just had such a sudden cold snap. Sunny,
66ยบ,
light breeze - a far cry from the frigid temperatures just three weeks
ago. The
black surface of the Target parking lot actually felt warm on Rachel’s
bare
feet as she stepped out of the blue Honda SUV.
“You’re
not going to wear your Uggs?” asked her mom as
she walked around to the passenger side and saw Rachel standing there
barefooted.
“Actually,
no, Mom, this feels good. It’s like walking
on warm toast!” Rachel had removed her shoes, but she left everything
else on:
an anklet, two new bracelets she got for Christmas, a thin chain
necklace and a
floppy sunhat, which she always wore on sunny days.
Target’s
policy that shoes must be worn at all times
was superseded by Florida’s rules for anyone who had been “Quick
Stripped,”
that is, whose clothing had been taken away under the state’s Stripped
for
Florida program. Although they were allowed to wear sandals or shoes,
even
short boots, they were free to go anywhere in Florida without shoes, so
long as
there were no health or safety hazards in doing so. The only
restriction on
footwear was that it was not recommended to wear tall boots or knee
socks,
which could sometimes trigger the clothing sensors installed throughout
the
state. These sensors would set off alarms that alerted local law
enforcement,
ensuring that they complied with the law and remained completely
naked--at
least from the neckline to the ankles--at all times.
“Ahhh…this
is more like it!” Rachel said to her mom as
she stepped across the sun-warmed parking lot.
A
family getting out of a green Mazda was taken aback.
They knew there were stripped kids in Madison County, and they tried
not to be
too obvious with their stares, but the sudden sighting of a high school
girl
walking across a public parking lot without any clothes on was still a
bit of a
shocker.
The
automatic doors glided open as the
clothed-and-unclothed mother and daughter strode past the in-store
Starbucks.
Unlike in south Florida, where the sight of nudity was becoming
commonplace, the
northern rural counties had not yet seen the proliferation of nudity in
public,
and heads were turning. Most shoppers had only heard about the county’s
few
stripped students. Some cast delighted glances, others disapproving
scowls
(although in many cases, those scowls concealed a clandestine inner
delight).
Rachel's
mom grabbed a cart and the pair started
shopping as if it were perfectly normal for a girl to be strolling
through
Target wearing nothing but a sunhat and jewelry. Rachel had been the
first stripped
student in Madison County, and after living naked 24/7 for the better
part of a
year, she had finally acclimated to it. She did everything that way.
Nude was
the only “normal” she knew anymore. And it would be until she was 21.
The
floor of Target felt cool on Rachel's feet as they
strolled through the store. They walked past kitchenware, home decor
and girls’
underwear (one department that was no longer relevant to Rachel). Then
they
came to jewelry.
“Oh
mom, look,” she said, picking up a jangly
bracelet. “I love these. Look how cute!”
“Oh
my God, it is,” her mom replied, taking it from
Rachel’s hand and looking it over.
“I
think Clair has one just like it.”
Rachel
had become somewhat of a connoisseur of
bracelets. She had quite a collection. She’d been a fashion aficionado
before
her parents Quick-Stripped her last May, bringing her clothes-wearing
days to
an abrupt halt. Now she collected necklaces, anklets and shoes. And
along with
her best friend Clair—both aspirant fashion designers--still indulged
in her
hobby of drawing outfits in a sketchbook. As Clair says about the
outfits
Rachel sketches, “You can draw ‘em…you just can’t wear ‘em!”
Rachel’s
mom examined the bracelet, which was of very
high quality. “Impressive.”
“Yeah,
well, it’s kinda pricy,” Rachel lamented.
Rather
than hanging the bracelet back on the rack,
Rachel’s mom placed it in the shopping cart.
“Uh,
gee…thanks, Mom. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Hey,
after what you’ve been through in the past three
weeks, you deserve it!”
“Rachel,
hey!” came a voice from an adjacent aisle. It
was Marc, a boy in her 3rd period science class. “What’s going on?”
“Oh
hey, Marc,” she replied. “Just doing a little
shopping.”
“Hi
Mrs. Miller,” Marc greeted Rachel’s mom. “Hey Rach,
come look at these new games, they’re cool.”
Rachel
and Marc stepped over to a display of new video
games across the wide main aisle that ran the width of the store. Marc,
a
died-in-the-wool gamer, proceeded to extoll the virtues and foibles of
several
new arrivals.
Marc
seemed oblivious to all the female nakedness
right in front of him as he enthusiastically talked about the games. He
was
well-acquainted, visually, with Rachel’s body. He had not met her until
the
beginning of this school year, so he had never seen her with clothes
on. This
is not to say he didn’t enjoy looking at her--he did--but her lack of
clothing
was no longer a novelty, and Rachel was no longer an anomaly, to him or
to her
other classmates. She was simply his friend. Marc related to her as he
would
any other student.
Not
so with the boy across the aisle, browsing a
display of DVDs. His name was Nathan. He was an eighth grader at Arnold
Middle
School, and he was not at all acclimated to female nakedness. Or any
nakedness.
There were only eight stripped high school students in the county
(counting a
brother and sister who were stripped just yesterday). He had glimpsed
naked
students only once, from a distance. Nathan had just moved to north
Florida
from Missouri, so he had grown up in an environment where nudity was
absolutely
taboo. Since the DECENT laws went into effect around the world (of
which
Florida had opted out), there was hardly any nudity on the Internet,
and movies
and advertisements no longer portrayed even scantily clad people.
Seeing
Rachel standing there casually chatting with
Marc, wearing nothing, was a rare treat for him. The smooth bright
store
lighting was precisely balanced to illuminate Target's merchandise in
the best
possible way, and it showcased Rachel with that same degree of
luminescent
perfection. Nathan was mesmerized. He could see every detail, and he
savored
every nuance. He tried not to be too conspicuous with his glances
(which were
melding into long gazes), or to knock over the entire DVD display he
was
hovering around as a decoy. Little did Nathan know, this would be his
lucky
week. Just a couple of days later, in Steak & Shake, he would
run into a
stripped college girl with fully developed breasts, and a
carefully-shaped
strip of brown pubic hair. Then a couple of months later, his family
would
visit his cousin’s family in sunny Ft. Lauderdale, where he’d find
himself
surrounded by more nakedness than his eyes could drink in.
“So,
Rachel, are you gonna sign up for color guard
again next year?” asked Marc as Rachel trotted on silent bare feet back
over to
the jewelry counter, where her mother was standing.
“Mmmm…dunno.
Ms. Farady thinks I should take baton. I
want to see what Clair’s gonna do.”
Mom
resumed pushing the cart as daughter strolled
along beside her. Rachel was known all around her school for her
particularly
perky rear end, and as she walked away, the movement of the two smooth
orbs of
flesh were a marvelous sight to Nathan (who had no idea the DVD he’d
mindlessly
grabbed was The Julio Iglesias Story). Several other shoppers, browsing
various
products, were also discreetly checking her out as she sauntered away.
The
mother-daughter duo then took a left toward, of
all unlikely places, the Junior Girls department. For the first time in
over a
year, Rachel was about to try on clothes. Legally.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 2
Three
weeks before Rachel’s naked stroll across the
sun-warmed Target parking lot, it was quite a different picture, not
only in
Madison County but across much of northeast Florida:
“Hamilton
County residents will awake to a chill
tomorrow morning,” announced the TV weatherman. “The low will be 31
degrees
just before sunrise, a good twelve degrees lower than the average for
late
February.”
Jayden’s
parents both glanced over his way from across
the living room. He was reclining on the sofa, wearing a pair of high
top
Converse sneakers, watching TV with his family.
“You
better bundle up in the morning,” kidded his
sister Amee, who was sitting on the floor building a dinosaur with
Legos.
“Har de har, lil smartass
Sis” said Jayden.
“It’ll
warm up to a high of around 56 or 57,”
continued the weatherman, wrapping up his segment. “We might even see
60.”
“Pfft.
I can do 60 easy,” said Jayden to himself.
“But
it’ll be a nippy morning commute for Hamilton
County residents. Marsha?” the weatherman continued, transitioning back
to the
anchor.
“Yes,
Chuck, especially for the county’s five stripped
students…brrrr!” added Marsha as she segued to the next news item.
As
Jayden relaxed in the living room, he was
noticeably engorged. His daily dose of sildenafil citrate usually
didn’t wear
off fully until after dinner, and sometimes until almost bedtime. It
was a
special low-dose formula commissioned by the state of Florida
specifically for
stripped boys, provided by Stripped for Florida to parents who had
Quick
Stripped their sons, to keep them from being self-conscious about
getting
erections in public by keeping them at lease partially erect most of
the time.
It was not unusual for him to sit down at the dinner table at night
completely
hard.
At
traditional nudist camps (now illegal almost
everywhere in the world under the DECENT laws), erections had always
been a
sensitive issue. If an erection occurred, you were ostracized, and
could even
be kicked out. For that reason, many teen nudist boys would drop out of
the
nudist lifestyle, because erections at that age occurred spontaneously
and
frequently. The state of Florida, in setting up the SFF program,
decided to take
the opposite approach, to lay the stigma of erections to rest.
Newly-stripped
boys were almost always put on low dose sildenafil citrate, which
ensured
they’d be at least somewhat hard almost all day. They’d usually be kept
on it
until they overcame any embarrassment from having an erection in
public, but
lately the trend was for more and more stripped boys to continue taking
it on a
daily basis.
It
was traumatic to Jayden when he first got stripped
and had to start going around like that at home in front of his family,
not to
mention at school, walking naked into a classroom full of clothed
students—especially since he had been the first stripped kid in
Hamilton
County. But one can dwell in a state of perpetual self-consciousness
for only
so long until it eventually becomes the status quo.
“I’ll
have the car warmed up for you in the morning,”
said Jayden’s mom. “You can just scoot out the front door and onto a
nice warm
seat. It won’t be so bad.”
“Don’t
let me forget to take my science project with
me, Mom,” Jayden said.
“We
should go ahead and put it in the car tonight,”
she suggested. “Will the cold hurt it overnight?”
“No,
it’ll be OK.” Jayden stood up to go pack up his
project.
“Are
you giving your presentation tomorrow?” asked his
mom.
”No,
that’s not ’til next week, but Mr. Warner wants
to see it tomorrow.”
“Is
it done?”
“No,
but he’s gonna help me with it. Say, Mom, do we
have a big box?” he said as he walked out of the room.
“Look
downstairs under the steps. I just put one down
there yesterday.”
“I
guess those seat warmers were a good investment
after all,” said his dad, who had originally voted for foregoing that
option
when they bought their new Mazda, seeing as how they lived in Florida.
But his
mom prevailed with the argument that if they were going to Quick Strip
Jayden,
which they had decided to do shortly before they went car shopping,
they should
spring for it, even if they used it only a few days a year. And they
were
planning on stripping Amee in a couple of years (although she had no
idea yet),
so even more reason to have toasty car seats in Winter.
So
far in the brief history of the fledgling Stripped
for Florida program, winter weather had been moderate. Students found
various
ways to cope with the occasional cold snaps. Jayden had his routine
down pat.
On a chilly morning, after a breakfast of hot oatmeal, he bundled up in
his
warmest winter outfit, a knitted sock cap and a pair of shoes with
thick socks
(scrunched down so as not to trip the sensors). Then he downed his
morning
pill, grabbed his book bag and made a dash from the house to the car
(hello
heated seats!). Next, a brisk jaunt from the car into the front door of
the
school and he was home free for the day.
Principal
Landrum kept the school nice and cozy on
cold mornings to accommodate the nude students at Jasper High (there
were three
of them). Still, it took a while for the unclothed students to warm up
after
dashing through the cold morning air. Jayden was usually still a bit
chilly at
the beginning of Mr. Hall’s first period history class. His scrotum
would be
drawn up tight and firm into a perfectly round shape (a look that many
of his
classmates, as well as Mr. Hall, secretly enjoyed). But by the end of
first
period, he was usually pleasantly warm. And hard.
How
Rachel Met Jayden - Part 3
The
trip to school was a bit chillier for Rachel. She
rides the bus. The hard seat of a yellow school bus can bring a quick
chill to
a bare bottom. But her best friend Clair would always slide over and
offer her
a warmer place to sit.
Sometimes
her friends Steven or Geoff or one of
several other compassionate classmates would slide over and offer their
seats
to help her avoid the chilling experience of
naked-flesh-on-vinyl-bus-seat. For
the most part, her bus mates were sympathetic and helpful. Many,
though, if
truth be told, looked forward to a cold snap, as they got to enjoy
Rachel's
small pink nipples standing out erect, and oogle the goosebumps all
over her
cute bottom as she scurried up the steps and into the school. Many
students,
boys especially, but some girls too, were fans of her particularly cute
little
butt, and would try, without being obvious, to follow her down the hall
a bit
to treat themselves to a look between classes, even if they had to
double back
and scurry to make their next class. The addition of goosebumps on her
bare
fanny was something her secret fans enjoyed very much.
The
ride home after school was usually no problem, for
Rachel in Madison County or Jayden over in Hamilton County, or for any
of north
Florida’s stripped kids. By the end of the school day it would usually
have
warmed up to at least the upper 50s, often the low 60s. Even by
mid-morning, if
naked students needed to walk outside for some reason, say to switch
classes,
the early morning chill would have diminished. So, all in all, cold
snaps,
although annoying, were manageable, even without any clothes. Until now.
When
the unexpected cold snap came rolling in three
weeks ago, stripped kids and their parents were ill-prepared for such a
plunge
of the thermometer. Some parents simply kept their kids home for a
couple of
days and understanding teachers sent classwork home for them to do. But
when it
extended into a third day, this truancy became problematic. Sarah, a
sixth-grader in Columbia County, showed up at school one nippy morning
fully
clothed. This would have been fine with the more conservative school
administrators who opposed the Stripped for Florida program, but
allowing her
to remain clothed would have been a violation of state law, so they had
no
choice but to have her remove all clothing and go through the school
day with
nothing on, as the law required.
If
a stripped kid wearing clothing tried to approach a
school (or anywhere in Florida where sensors were installed, which was
in
almost every public place), alarms were set off by the Quick Strip
chips
implanted just beneath the skin behind their left ear. If a stripped
kid were
caught wearing clothing, or concealing their bodies with any sort of
textile,
their parents could be subjected to a fine. And the fines were stiff.
School
administrators were obligated to make sure their nude students complied
with
the rules, and local police were obligated to enforce state law. During
cold
weather, they sometimes looked the other way as much as they could get
away
with, to try to cut the kids some slack, but this put them in a
precarious
position. If they allowed stripped students to go around clothed, they
were
breaking the law.
Wanda,
a high school freshman in Union County, came up
with an inventive plan for nippy days. Her mom had bought her a giant
scarf,
which she draped around her body. But just before she entered a zone
where she
knew alarms were located, she’d bunch it up around her neck so that the
sensors
wouldn’t detect thick fabric cascading around her. She also discovered
that the
bus ride on frosty mornings was made a bit more comfortable by sliding
snugly
between two burly, heavily-clothed students clad in puffy insulated
jackets.
She was friends with a couple of fairly massive guys on the football
team, who
were more than glad to help her get cozy (Well, as cozy as you can get
riding
naked in a school bus in the dead of winter).
These
makeshift tactics for coping with occasional
chilly spells worked very well until this latest cold snap. For about
three
days, naked students in the northern counties were spending too much
time
exposed to the record-breaking cold. You couldn’t have handed better
ammo to
the hard-line old-school conservatives, the “Anti-Nudites,” who seized
the
opportunity and began strategizing how to pull the struts out from
under
Stripped for Florida.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 4
In
Miami, kids were frolicking on the beach, flying
kites, throwing frisbees and sitting in beach chairs relaxing and
socializing,
most in swimsuits but many without a stitch on. In some areas, the
naked kids
outnumbered the clothed kids, a balance that would continue to shift
toward
nakedness in the coming years as the SFF program grew in popularity.
In
Tampa, a clothed boy was celebrating his birthday
with several friends. Three of his friends were stripped, two boys and
one
girl. They were all happily playing mini-golf together in the sunshine
as the
parents chatted in the shade. One of the boys had a constant erection
(pill-induced), and the other was growing intermittently aroused from
watching
two high school girls playing golf in the nude (and feeling not the
least
self-conscious about it, as erections in public, for stripped boys,
were not
only legal but encouraged).
In
Lakeland, a group of kids were walking gingerly
through a busy mall, chattering about this and that as they headed
toward the
food court. Four of them were fully clothed, two wore nothing but shoes
and
caps, and one was completely naked save for nipple piercings and a
necklace.
Almost everywhere you went in southern or middle Florida you’d see
scenes like
these, especially in the more metropolitan areas like Tampa and Miami,
or
tourist meccas like Orlando. Even in the smallest of towns, you’d see
an
occasional naked kid in a store or restaurant or riding a bike down the
sidewalk.
At
the Orlando airport, a family from Michigan had
just Quick Stripped their two kids, a boy and a girl, for a fabulous
clothes-free Florida vacation. They had completed all the paperwork,
paid the
fees and stuck the bandaid-like Quick Strip chips behind each of the
kids’ left
ears, ensuring they could not put on any clothing for the duration of
their
vacation without setting off alarms.
Deb
was standing naked in front of the Stripped for
Florida kiosk as her mother gathered up her freshly-shed clothes. She
felt
weird and a bit embarrassed standing there in the airport with nothing
on…until
she spotted an ice cream booth across the terminal and provided herself
a
diversion by making plans to talk her parents into a couple of scoops.
Her
brother Jed was not faring so well. He was feeling
devastatingly self-conscious about the growing erection he could tell
was
coming on as a result of the pill his parents had given him about 30
minutes
before (plus the experience of standing in the middle of a busy airport
without
a stitch on).
Sildenafil
citrate only enables an erection, not
causes one. But with boys who get frequent spontaneous erections
anyway, this
special formula pretty much ensured they’d stay hard much of the time.
“You
two kids enjoy your Florida vacation!” said
Janet, a pleasantly attractive lady of about 40, dressed in a gray
skirt and
burgundy blazer, standing beside the kiosk holding an iPad.
“How
can I?” lamented Jed to himself, convinced that
his much-anticipated vacation was now ruined. “Not like this!”
“You
will,” she said confidently.
The
Stripped for Florida kiosk was one of the first
things arriving passengers saw when they deplaned. It was hard to miss,
what
with the giant backlit sign looming overhead featuring the now-famous
Stripped
for Florida twins looking down over the terminal. They were a young
nude boy
and girl, blonde and tanned. It was a full-body shot, revealing
everything. The
boy was erect. (The SFF commission had made the decision early-on that
there
should be absolutely no stigma in the state of Florida to the natural
phenomenon
of an erection.)
Janet
did not work at the kiosk, she was a Stripped
for Florida field coordinator. Her job was to make sure the program was
running
smoothly across southeast Florida, and report back to the Palm Beach
regional office.
“Which
way to Ground Transportation?” asked the
father.
“Just
follow the terminal, that way,” Janet indicated.
“C’mon,
kids, let’s go catch that shuttle!” said their
mom as she gathered the two siblings’ clothing into a plastic bag.
“No,
Mom, I can’t!” protested the awkwardly-naked boy,
unable to imagine exiting the airport, standing outside waiting for a
shuttle,
checking into a hotel, then walking down Main Street at Disneyworld in
broad
daylight, all without any clothes on. And hard as a rock. “Why didn’t
you tell
me about this?”
“We
thought about it…but you know you would have
worried yourself crazy,” explained his mother. “But when you just spend
some
time among other naked kids, you’ll start liking it.”
“No
I won’t!”
Janet
smiled at him reassuringly, and gave a nod to
confirm what his mother had said. “You’ll soon be roaming the Magic
Kingdom
free as a bird, surrounded by other unclad kids from all over the the
world,
and having the time of your life!”
Jed’s
parents were looking at each other as if they
were a bit concerned over his reaction.
“You
may want to keep him on the sildenafil citrate
during his vacation,” Janet said to them. “It will prevent him from
being
embarrassed if he gets excited over all the nudity he’s going to see.
Stripped
boys who take their morning pills can enjoy getting aroused in any
situation
and it’s not obvious. No one can tell if it’s from a pill, or a
naturally-occurring spontaneous erection, or from being genuinely
excited. So
he’ll be free to look all he wants, with no worries. Trust me, he’s
going to
love it.”
“I
hope so,” said both parents, in unison.
“Oh,
I’m confident this will be the best vacation he’s
ever had,” said Janet. “Don’t worry, by this time tomorrow, he should
be
acclimated to being hard in public. If not, just make sure he continues
taking
his pill every morning. It won’t take long ’til he gets used to it. And
starts
liking it.”
Finally,
having no other choice, Jed forced himself to
walk alongside his parents and naked sister toward ground
transportation. He
saw other stripped kids walking through the airport, some with tans
only on
their arms and faces and reeking of new-arrival embarrassment, others
tanned
all over and completely relaxed. They passed a boy with a shock of
blond hair,
a fresh all-over tan and a full erection, headed in the direction of
departing
flights. He was complaining loudly to his parents about having to go
back home
(he’d be required to be fully dressed by the time his plane was out of
Florida
airspace).
“I
bet he felt just as stressed out as you do now when
they first got here and he had to take off all his clothes,” said the
father.
“And now he’s dreading having to get back in ‘em.”
But
this did little to quell Jed’s angst as he lobbed
one step at a time to the exit doors, headed toward the outside world,
clad in
nothing but sneakers and socks, his penis now almost fully rigid and
pointing
straight up for everyone to see.
Next
up to the kiosk were two families that had just
arrived from the Ukraine for a Florida vacation together. Florida was
becoming
known the world over as the ultimate sanctuary from the increasingly
repressed
rest-of-the-world. The Ukraine had been one of the top countries in
eastern
Europe’s lively and robust nudist subculture, but now, under the dark
ages of
the worldwide DECENT laws, all social nudism was strictly forbidden.
The
parents held fond memories of relaxing in the nude in a Ukrainian
clothing
optional community they had frequented, and their annual holidays to
Cap d’Adge
(now a clothed city), and they wanted their kids to experience the
freedom they
once had, and get a taste of life without clothes. Unlike the previous
family
from Missouri, the Ukrainian kids, uninfected with American-style
inhibitions,
were eager to shed their clothing.
Between
the two families, there were six kids. The
time it took the kiosk personnel to get them processed for disrobing
was longer
than usual, because one of the kids was a niece, and there was a
problem with
the guardianship authorization papers. It turned out she could not get
stripped. She had already taken off her clothes, but she had to put
them back
on quickly. The two kiosk employees, a man and a woman, turned a blind
eye to
the fact that, technically, she had been illegally nude in public and
her aunt
and uncle could have theoretically, by letter of the law, been in
trouble. As
the two families finally sauntered down the terminal toward baggage
claim, five
naked kids in tow, Janet, who had keenly observed the procedure,
started composing
a memo on her iPad for the Palm Beach office.
How
Rachel Met Jayden - Part 5
Meanwhile,
in Ft. Myers, a family of five was mulling
over the 53 flavor selections at I-Scream in the Edison Mall. It was a
typical
scene in a mall food court in Anytown USA. The employees all wore cute
plum-colored uniforms with pistachio-colored hats. Except one. Her name
was
Carla. She wore only the hat. (She also had on a pair of white sneakers
with
pistachio-colored socks, but she was standing at the counter waiting to
take
the family’s order, so the shoes were not seen, as she was visible only
from the
waist up.)
"Welcome
to I-Scream,” she said. “What can I get
for y’all today?”
It
was still rare to see nude employees at a business.
Employers across the state had fought for the right to refuse
employment to
nude job applicants, but about two months ago a Florida appellate court
had
ruled that discrimination against stripped kids, just as with
discrimination
against any other minority, would not be tolerated. Also, stripped
employees
could not be required to wear company uniforms that would obscure or
conceal
any parts of their bodies below the neckline and above the knees. But
the hat,
sneakers and pistachio socks were fine.
“Fifty
three flavors…” said the dad. “I can't decide!”
“Ha!
that's a common problem, sir,” laughed Carla.
“Please take your time.”
Carla’s
parents had stripped her last year, at 16.
Unlike most stripped kids, she was stripped for life (which was very
costly).
She would never wear clothes again. In any situation. At least not
while in the
state of Florida.
Carla
had been doing college-level work for about a
year. She had just graduated a year early from high school, and next
month she
was headed to the University of Florida, where she had her sights set
on a
degree in sociology.
“So,
kids, what do you guys want?” asked the mom.
There
were two girls, eight and ten, and a boy twelve.
All clothed, except for the eight year old. She was the other two kids’
cousin,
and had been stripped by her parents about two weeks before.
The
kids, of course, had no idea what they wanted. But
they did put in their drink orders.
Carla
turned away to make the drinks. The 12 year old,
Jack, couldn’t help but notice. His gaze was fixed on her bare bottom
as she
walked over toward the drink dispenser. He loved the way her full
cheeks moved
slightly back and forth as she walked.
When
Carla turned around with a drink in each hand, he
was surprised to see that she was unshaven. This was a bit unusual.
Almost all
the stripped girls he had seen were shaved smooth, or they left only a
tiny
strip of hair just above the opening. Or either they were young enough
that it
was a moot point.
He
was liking what he was seeing.
Carla
had decided to leave her pubic hair in pretty
much its natural state, save for some minor shaping up. The fashion
trend in
Florida among people who went naked in public was definitely toward a
more
clean shaven look, but in this case, leaving it this way was a fine
decision.
The way Carla’s hair grew naturally was delightful. It was light, both
in color
and in texture, with a little curlicue curling upward just above the
slit. It
looked so cute in its natural state that it would have been a shame to
scrape
it all away with a razor. She had received compliments from several of
her
friends and coworkers, and sometimes even customers. When she was out
in
public, she’d notice people glancing at it, and occasionally even a
stranger
would get up the nerve to comment on how nice it looked.
Living
in central Florida, Jack regularly saw stripped
girls, but most were younger than Carla. It was a treat for him to see
a high
school graduate—a woman—with developed breasts, protruding nipples and
prominent, bumpy areolas. And beautiful, natural hair.
Finally
Carla got the family all happily ice-creamed
and they continued their excursion through the mall.
“Have
a nice day,” she said as they walked away.
Next
in line was a man about 35 dressed in tan cotton
Dockers and a striped shirt. But he wasn’t there for ice cream. He was
there on
a fairly urgent matter of business.
“Welcome
to I-Scream,” said Carla as he pulled out his
ID.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 6
“Is
Florida leaving its unclad youth in the cold?” read
the headline of the local paper sitting on the kitchen table at
Jayden’s house.
“Did
you see the paper?” said Jayden’s dad.
“Yes,
I can’t believe they showed a tinge of nudity,”
said his mom.
A
Florida court had ruled that publications could
publish nude pictures, so long as the subjects had been legally
stripped. The
court was adamant that stripped kids should not be discriminated
against in any
way. But most small town newspapers still would not publish nude photos
(despite the fact that, everywhere you went in today’s Florida, you
were likely
to see nudity in the flesh). But this issue, surprisingly, showed an
entire
bare fanny. On the front page.
“I
know, it surprised me too. Did you read the
article?”
“I
did,” said his mom, “And I can’t say I disagree.”
This
was two days after the cold snap came through.
“Yeah,
they really should have come up with provisions
for cold weather when they drafted the program,” said his dad. “I guess
those
Stripped for Florida people live in the Florida of sunshine and fun.
They
forget about our Florida.”
“We
already spent a bundle to get Jayden stripped, and
we’re about to spend more on Amee, it looks like they’d think of these
things.”
“You’re
getting Amee stripped?” said Jayden, walking
into the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Jayden,” said his mom. “Ummm…yeah, we’re
planning
on it, when she gets a little older”
“Cool!
“But
please don’t mention anything to her, OK?”
“I
won’t. So when are y’all gonna do it?”
“We
were thinking at a birthday party maybe.”
“We
want it to be a surprise,” added his dad.
“So
she’ll have to take off all her clothes, right
then and there?” said Jayden. “In front of all her friends?”
“That’s
how Quick Strip works, you know,” said his
mom.
“Once
that chip is embedded,” said his dad, “you have
only a few minutes to get naked.”
“Yeah,”
said Jayden, “or you’re breaking the law.”
“Yep.”
“And
so are your parents,” added his mom, thinking of
their friends the Stephensons, who had had to pay a stiff fine when
their son
was caught in town last summer wearing a pair of shorts.
“I
wonder how she’s gonna react?” said Jayden.
“Well,
Anna will be there, so it’s not like Amee be
the only one.”
“Yeah…well
*I* was,” mumbled Jayden, under his breath,
recalling the first day he had to go to school naked.
“IF
we strip her at all,” said his dad, picking up the
paper. “They really do need to get their act together.”
Conversations
like these had been going on throughout
northern Florida in the past couple of days, since parents had been
faced with
sending their kids to school in cold weather stark naked, or breaking
the law.
And this disgruntlement among the populace was picking up steam. The
Times-
Union out of Jacksonville ran a piece about Stripped for Florida’s
omission of
cold weather contingencies. But it was not as slanted and
sensationalistic as
the articles that were appearing in local papers. Those stories had
been
planted. Southern and middle Florida may have become a carefree
wonderland of
nakedness, but north Florida was a galaxy far far away. The riff
between the
“lower two thirds” and the much more conservative rural north had
threatened to
defeat the entire program before it ever got off the ground.
The
first kids to be stripped by their parents in
these rural communities, like Jayden, had a tougher time than kids in
the south.
They were ostracized by some of their peers (at least initially) and
discriminated against by conservative school officials. There was even
an
incident in Suwannee County of a George-Wallace-esque principal
literally
barring front doors of schools, refusing to let the first stripped kids
enter
until they dressed, or at least covered themselves with a blanket or
towel
provided by the school. This despite the fact that these students were
prohibited by law from wearing clothes, or concealing their bodies with
textile
in any way. (This stunt was about as successful as the original George
Wallace’s, by the way, after state officials intervened.)
These
types of initial reactions in the smaller
northern communities did not surprise anybody. To the contrary, they’d
been
fully expected. But thankfully, although public nudity was still not
accepted
by the more conservative residents, these overt incidents of
intimidation had
subsided. Each attempt to discriminate against stripped kids had been
shot down
in court, and compliance with the Stripped for Florida laws was
stringently
enforced by state authorities.
Even
in north Florida, public nudity among young
people was slowly proliferating. Only a few rural counties still had no
stripped kids at all. Most had at least one or two, some as many as a
couple of
dozen. They all attended school regularly, participated in sports and
extracurricular activities, went out for pizza with their friends and
did all
the things a clothed kid does, only they did it with nothing on. They
were
allowed to go anywhere in the community naked, free to walk into any
store or
place of business wearing nothing more than a pair of sandals. If that.
All
but the very staunchest opposers in rural north
Florida had come to accept this reality. But the hardliner
Anti-Nudites,
although they had fallen pretty much silent as of late, were still
there,
waiting in the wings to pounce on a misstep, which they were sure was
inevitable. Sure enough, Stripped for Florida had dropped the ball by
not providing
for the eventuality of unseasonably cold weather. This proved to be an
Achilles
heel that threatened to cause big trouble in what was coming to be
known as The
Naked State.
Behind
the scenes, the Anti-Nudites (or the
“Pro-Decency Coalition,” as they called themselves) had been planning a
big
legislative challenge to the program. They knew they didn’t have much
of a
chance in southern Florida, where the acceptance of nudity was
widespread and
the tourist money was gushing like an open faucet. Although the program
offered
abundant economic benefits to the entire state, the torrent of money
was less
apparent in the rural north, and the attitude of the populace was more
rigidly
conservative. They saw this Winter storm as their chance to carpe diem
and get
the program suspended. At least in the northern counties.
They
started with media. They got their pals at local
small-town newspapers to run headlines like the one in the paper lying
on
Jayden’s kitchen table. It was making Stripped for Florida look bad.
They even
encouraged the papers to show a little nudity, to ensure high
readership. It
was against their beliefs, but this was war. And they were out to win.
In
addition to bad press, it opened the door for
lawsuits stemming from cold-weather-related health problems, from flu
to
frostbite, plus it threatened negative publicity on the national front.
Their
next wave of attack would be in Tallahassee. They had an ally in
Charlie
“Preacherman” Abercrombie, one of the most conservative members of the
Florida House
of Representatives and an outspoken opponent of Stripped for Florida.
When they
brought to his attention that this ungodly program was now endangering
the
health of Florida’s youth, he agreed to call a hearing.
If
he and his Anti-Nudite cronies had their way,
Stripped for Florida—at least in their neck of the woods--was about to
be
stripped for life.
How
Rachel Met Jayden - Part 7
Back
at the Stripped for Florida kiosk at the Orlando
airport, Janet noted in her iPad that it took longer than it should
have for
the staff to get the Ukrainian kids out of their clothes, even
factoring in the
delay over the guardianship documents. International customers
sometimes took a
bit longer, as there was more paperwork. And they couldn’t legally
remove their
kids’ clothing until the paperwork was complete, the fees paid and the
Quick
Strip adhered behind one ear.
When
a family wanted to strip their kids, the goal was
to get the kids naked quickly and conveniently, with little wait time.
Florida
was striving to be as tourist-friendly as possible, which is one reason
for
having a field coordinator like Janet observing and analyzing the
operations.
Just as Janet was about to confer with the Stripped for Florida
employees about
how they could streamline the procedure, she spotted a family walking
toward
the kiosk. It was a man and woman and their daughter Manny. Manny had
dark
brown hair and wore a white sundress. Her eyes were wide seeing the
colossal
graphic looming in the air over the kiosk.
The
family was in the process of moving to Florida
from Ohio, but this was Manny’s first time visiting the Naked State
since the
Stripped for Florida program began. She was not used to seeing images
of kids
with no clothes on. This would have been unthinkable back home. But
there they
were, the two blonde naked twins, explicitly displayed 30 feet high by
the
state of Florida before the general public.
Then
she saw the real deal, in the flesh. A naked boy
and girl went sauntering by with their parents. And she spotted a boy
across
the terminal wearing nothing but sneakers. Manny had no idea that she
was about
to be Quick Stripped. Since she and her family were legally Florida
residents
now, she would remain naked until she was 21. Little did she know, when
she
reached into her closet for her white sundress that morning, that it
was the
last article of clothing she would be allowed to put on for over half a
decade.
The closet in her new house in Florida would be empty, save for shoes.
Janet
was always somewhat perplexed that some parents
chose not to tell their kids in advance that they were going to be
stripped.
They spared them a drawn-out period of anticipation and
argumentitiveness, and
just let them realize all at once that they’d have to take off all
their
clothes, right then and there, in the middle of the airport, right in
front of
everybody, and would not be permitted to put anything back on for the
rest of
their vacations. (Or, in Manny’s case, until she was 21.) But no matter
how shocking
it seemed at first, Janet knew they’d soon they’d be running through
the world
“nekkid” as the day they were born (or at least through the state of
Florida),
and loving it.
But
today Janet would not be witnessing Manny’s
official disrobing, due to an unexpected phone call.
“Hi
Janet, this is Russ. Listen, we need you to come
to the office for a meeting in the morning at nine.”
“Sure,
what’s up?”
“It’s
that hearing in Tallahassee next Monday.”
“Oh,
about the new regulations for cold weather?”
“Yes,
that’s the one. But word is, Charlie Abercrombie
is planning on turning it into an inquisition.”
“Sheesh.
Not the old Separationists again,” said
Janet, rolling her eyes.
“More
like the Secessionists. We think they’re gonna
push for a complete exclusion from the program.”
“Haven’t
they beat that dead horse enough?”
“They’re
recruiting a kid from each of five counties,
supposedly to testify about how cold they were last week. They’ve
chosen the
first stripped kids in each county, and we have intel that their real
plan is
to get them to unleash sordid tales about how traumatic it was being
forced to
be the only nude kid among their peers.”
“Oh
good Lord.”
“Well
it could work. We’ve got to counter. Listen,
gotta run, I’ll fill you in in the morning. Thanks, Janet.”
“OK,
Russ, I’ll be on the next plane.”
How
Rachel Met Jayden - Part 8
“What
flavor would you like?” Carla asked the man who
had just pulled out his wallet.
“‘I
Scream for Rocky’,” he replied with a laugh,
calling Rocky Road by its IScream name. “And just water to drink, if
you don’t
mind.”
“Not
at all” said Carla, walking over to the drink
fountain behind her to fill his beverage order.
When
she handed him his water and ice cream, he showed
her his ID and said, “My name is Bob Halson, I’m with Stripped for
Florida, and
I’d like to speak with you for just a moment about how you might could
help us
out with something. I believe you’re about to get off?”
“In…two
minutes, actually,” she said, glancing at the
clock on her computer screen.
“Could
we talk for a second in the food court?” he
asked.
“Sure!”
Bob
waited beside a table in the food court enjoying
his I Scream for Rocky. In just a couple of minutes Carla came out of a
door
beside the shop. She no longer wore the little I-Scream hat but she
still had
on the sneakers and the pistachio socks. She also had a small purse
slung over
her shoulder.
“Please
forgive me for contacting you like this,” said
Bob as they both sat down at the little table in the food court.
“Normally we
would send a letter. But it’s rather urgent.”
Carla
blanched. Her first thought was of the time a
couple of months ago when she and three clothed kids rode up to see a
friend in
Valdosta, in south Georgia, late one Friday night. They took off on a
whim, and
Carla didn’t bother to try to round up any clothing to wear before they
crossed
the state line. She got out of the car at their friend’s house (it was
after
dark) and stayed the night. The next morning she walked back out to the
car in
the nude, in broad daylight. As they were driving away, they thought a
lady
across the street watering her plants might have seen her. And a couple
of
redneck-looking boys in a pickup truck were behind them almost to the
Florida
line, until finally, to everyone’s relief, they turned off. There was
no
trouble--they didn’t get pulled over or anything--but she was afraid
this was
about her having been illegally nude in another state.
“Is
this about…Georgia?” she asked.
“No,
this is all Florida,” said Bob. “We’d like to
solicit your help with a matter that could potentially endanger the
entire
Stripped for Florida program.”
“Oh
my!” Before Bob started filling her in, Carla said
“I have to take some money to my friend Emanuel at Bath and Body Works
before
he gets off, which is right about now. It’s just past the escalators,
on Level
Two. Could we talk up there?”
“Why
of course,” said Bob, getting up.
Bob
and Carla walked to the escalator and took it to
the next floor. They made small talk as they walked. Emanuel was just
coming
out of Bath and Body Works as they were walking up. Carla handed him
the money,
they chatted for a second, then she was free to talk.
Bob
and Carla sat on a bench across from Abercrombie
and Fitch. Bob opened a satchel and took out some papers.
“It's
been pretty cool this week," said Bob.
"Yes
it has," Carla agreed.
"You
know, up in north Florida they had a real
cold snap last week. The coldest on record and something like 50 years."
"I
heard about that."
Carla
wondered why he was making small talk about the
weather if this matter was so urgent.
"The
stripped kids up there we're pretty
cold."
"I
can imagine! Were they allowed to wear
clothes?”
“They
should have been," said Bob. "But
there's no provision for that in the Stripped for Florida regulations.
Their
having a meeting in Tallahassee Monday to talk about drafting
provisions for
unseasonable weather."
"Well,
that's good," said Carla.
"It
is," said Bob. “Definitely. But there's
a problem. There are people who would oppose the Stripped for Florida
program.
We think they’re going to use this hearing to try to derail it."
“Oh
no. Why? I thought it had pretty much saved the
state from going bust.”
“You’re
absolutely right. It’s done a lot more, too.
It’s making Florida one of the most affluent states in the nation. It’s
bringing tons of benefits to every resident.”
“So
what do they want to hurt it?”
“Good
question. You know, Carla, the northernmost
counties, at least the ones between Jacksonville and
Pensacola--Hamilton,
Madison, Suwannee and those--they’re pretty much in a south Georgia
mindset.
And that’s a whole other world from the world you live in down here.
That
mindset doesn’t change the instant you cross the state line.”
“Ha!
Tell me about it!”
“A
lot of residents up there, particularly the older
ones, they could never have imagined they’d one day live in a world
where kids
of all ages would go in and out of stores and restaurants and walk down
the
sidewalk in broad daylight…well…like you are now,” he said, gesturing
toward
Carla, sitting there on a bench in the middle of a busy mall without a
stitch
of clothes on save for her shoes and pistachio-colored socks. “Their
brains
would have exploded if they knew their grandkids would be going to
school
dressed the way you’re dressed right now.”
Carla
laughed.
“And
you can certainly see that.” Bob continued. “When
those older folks were youngsters--heck, even when I was a kid--if you
went
skinny dipping or streaking or got caught in the back seat of a car
with
nothing on, all of a sudden here come the police with flashing blue
lights and
billy clubs. Not to mention the wrath of your parents, and a world of
embarrassment. Little could these old-timers have fathomed this
opposite
reality we’re living in today.”
“Yeah,
now the police come if you’re caught WEARING
clothes!” laughed Carla.
“And
woe be unto you when your parents show up to bail
you out!” laughed Bob. “So it’s understandable--inevitable really--that
these
more conservative folks feel like their whole world has been flipped
180
degrees and would want to undo everything we’ve accomplished.”
“But
what does this have to do with the cold weather?”
“Well,
that’s just a jumping off point for them.” Bob
slightly lowered his voice, as shoppers were occasionally walking by.
“They're
going to expand the agenda of this meeting to try to make the whole
program
look really bad. The harm that it's doing to our children, not only
physically,
but psychologically, etc. etc. We think they're planning on parading
the first
stripped kids from several of the northern counties in front of the
committee
to tell how terrible it was.”
"Well
it's not terrible for me," said Carla.
“I think it’s liberating. I love it. And so do my friends who live
naked. Most
of ‘em.”
“I
know how you feel about being stripped. And that's
why we’re contacting you. Would like to have a few kids come to
Tallahassee and
talk about their experiences. Smart, wellspoken kids, star students…who
just
happen to be living naked. ”
“Why
me? I mean, how did you guys ever even hear of
me?”
“One
of the directors of Stripped for Florida read the
article about you in Florida Today Magazine. She was very impressed
with that
essay you wrote for school. ‘Florida’s New Nudism.’ I read it too. You
did a
great job of portraying public nudity in a positive light."
“Why
thank you!”
"And
you know, Carla, that was the first time
Florida Today ever published nude photos."
"Well,
it's sort of silly not to. I mean, just
look around!" said Carla, gesturing down the way toward a nude boy and
girl walking out of Chipolte.
“Exactly.”
As
the boy and girl turned and walked away, the boy
moved his hand downward from his girlfriend’s waist and briskly glided
it
across her bare cheek, than ran his fingertips up the crack. Carla’s
and Bob’s
gaze fell on this scene, and they both sat there for a moment in
silence, just
looking.
“Uh…so
what would you want me to say?" Carla
finally said, breaking their reverie and getting the conversation back
on
track.
“All
you’d have to do is answer a few questions,
openly and honestly. IF you were even called on, that is--there's a
chance you
might sit there a couple of hours and never be asked to say a word. You
never
know about these things.”
“I’ll
have to talk to my parents.”
“Oh,
absolutely. I’ll be contacting them too. And
either or both of them are welcome to come. If they can’t, you’ll be in
the
company of Stripped for Florida personnel the whole trip. And we fly
you all to
Tallahassee. All expenses paid, of course. Including meals”
"Hey,
that sounds pretty good! I’ll have
lobster!”
“Lobster
it is,” laughed Bob. “Well just think about
whether you might like to do this. And in the meantime, I'll get in
touch with
your parents, if it's okay with you.”
"Absolutely.”
“Carla,
I want to thank you for your time, and I
appreciate your willingness to help," said Bob as he gathered his notes
into his satchel.
Carla
stood up. As Bob looked up from his satchel,
that cute little curlicue of hair was just inches away from his eyes
for a
brief moment. He, like everybody else, couldn’t help notice how nice it
looked.
He knew that Carla, being happily stripped for life and not at all
self-conscious, probably wouldn’t have minded a compliment, but given
the
nature of the situation, he thought it would be inappropriate, so he
just
appreciated in silence.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 9
“On
the other hand, true cirrus are almost always
composed entirely of ice crystals, perpetually falling and falling,
then rising
again on an upward current.”
The
bell rang, bringing Mr. Warner’s discussion of
clouds to a halt.
“OK,
enough cloud talk for today, chapter 17
tomorrow,” he said as students gathered up their things and began
exiting the
classroom.
Jayden
closed his book bag and stood up.
“Hey
Jayden, you going to Melissa’s party Friday?”
asked a boy across the aisle.
“Yeah,
I’m planning on it. You?”
“Yeah,
I wouldn’t miss it.”
“So
I’ll see you there?”
“Sure
thing.”
“Jayden,
I’d like to see you for a moment,” said Mr.
Warner just as Jayden was about to exit the room.
“Sure
Mr. Warner.”
Mr.
Warner got a chair from the corner of the room and
moved it beside his desk for Jayden to sit in. Jayden was wearing his
red Converses,
white socks and a shark tooth necklace.
Although
Jayden had been the first stripped student in
Hamilton county, he was no longer the only—there were eight others now
in his
school, five boys and four girls. But in Mr. Warner’s science class, he
was the
only student who was nude.
“What’s
up?” said Jayden as he sat down, placing his
book bag on the floor beside him.
“I
looked over your project and, I must say, I’m very
pleased with how it’s coming along.”
“Really?”
“Yes
really. I think it’s a fine piece of work. It
shows a lot of initiative and creativity on your part.”
Jayden’s
morning pill seemed to be particularly
effective that day. The results varied from day to day, and even hour
by hour,
but usually it had started to wane just a bit by last period. Or maybe
it was
just his natural physiology that day. Whatever the reason, as he sat
chatting
with Mr. Warner, he was fully rigid, the head flush with a rosy hue,
and the
slit pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
“I’d
like to meet with you after school tomorrow,”
said Mr. Warner. “For maybe 30 minutes, if you can, so we can work on
it a
bit.”
“OK,
no problem, I’ll have my mom come get me instead
of riding the bus.”
“Or
I can give you a ride home tomorrow if you like.”
Mr.
Warner lived just a few blocks past Jayden’s
street, and he passed right by his house on his way home.
“No
problem, I’ll tell my mom,” said Jayden. He picked
up his book bag and stood up.
“Jayden…”
said Mr. Warner. “There’s one other thing.”
Jayden
sat back down in the chair with a quizzical
look on his face.
“You
know that cold snap we had a few days ago?” said
Mr. Warner.
“Boy,
do I!”
“I
thought you might have some recollection of that,”
laughed Mr. Warner. “Well, the state legislature is looking into having
the
Stripped for Florida board come up with some new rules to protect nude
students
here in the northern part of the state from future cold snaps like
that.”
“Yeah,
I think they should. My mom and dad were
talking about that. It was in the paper.”
“Jayden,
how would you like to attend a legislative
hearing in Tallahassee next Thursday? They want to hear from some
stripped
students about how they fared with the cold weather last week.”
“Really?
What would I have to do?”
“Just
answer any questions they ask, that’s all. And
you get excused from school for a day.”
“Sweet!”
“I
thought you’d like that.”
“But
why me?”
“Because
you were the first naked student in the
county. They’re asking the first stripped kids from several counties to
attend.
So by ‘sweet,’ I take that as a yes?”
“Yes!”
“Glad
to hear it.”
“Uh,
so what do I wear?”
Mr.
Warner gave him a quizzical look.
“To
a legislative hearing,” Jayden continued.
“Well,
your Converses would probably be fine. You
might want to ask your mom what she thinks.”
“So
I don’t wear any clothes?”
“Why
of course not, Jayden,” said Mr. Warner. “You’ll
go naked.”
“OK,
I was just wondering. I mean seeing how it’s the
State Capitol and all.”
“No,
the way you’re dressed now is just fine. Unless
you decide to wear some dressier shoes.”
“Ok,
just checking.”
“We
won’t want to show up in front of all those
lawmakers breaking the law, would we?” laughed Mr. Warner.
“No,
I don’t think that would be a good idea!”
“OK,
come with me to the office and let’s get some
paperwork for you to take home. Your parents can come too, by the way.”
Jayden
and Mr. Warner walked down the hall toward the
office.
“Actually,
I kinda like the red shoes,” said Mr.
Warner as they walked.
“Thanks,”
said Jayden.
Several
people had commented on his new Converses
lately. They seemed to be a hit. Seeing as how that’s all he had on,
they must
really stand out, he figured.
Jayden
sat on a little wooden bench in a waiting area
while Mr. Warner went in the adjoining room. While waiting, Jayden
placed his
fingers lightly around his erection and gave a little squeeze. He was
surprised
how hard it felt this late in the day.
That’s
one thing he had come to like about going naked
all the time—everything was right there, 24/7, easily accessible to the
touch.
Sometimes he would even stroke a little while sitting at his desk.
Since he had
at least some degree of erection most of the time anyway (as did most
stripped
boys, especially the ones who took the sifenidril nitrate), it was easy
to get
away with.
Although
he was like this every day, sometimes it hit
him afresh that as a stripped kid, he could legally walk all around
school (or
stroll down the street, or walk into a restaurant, or go anywhere he
pleased)
stark naked and fully erect.
Then
his reverie drifted to a girl in Mrs. Duffey’s
class who was recently stripped. Her name was Cathy. He didn’t have to
use his
imagination to picture her naked, he knew exactly what she looked like,
head to
toe.
“Hi
Jayden,” said Ms. Sanchol, walking into the room
with a manila envelope in her hand.
“Oh,
hi Ms. Sanchol,” said Jayden, quickly removing
his hand as he stood up.
Ms.
Sanchol was an administrative assistant in the
school office, mid 30s, short brown hair, a stylish flowery dress.
“I’ve got
you some papers here. This is a letter from Congressman Abercrombie’s
office,
and here are the permission forms your parents need to fill out. I’ll
need
these back in the morning.”
“Thanks,
will do,” said Jayden. “What should I do with
them?”
As
he and Ms. Sanchol talked, Jayden was thinking that
standing up right after thinking about Cathy might have been a mistake.
He felt
like it was obvious how aroused he was. But she couldn’t tell. Unlike
Mr.
Warner, who saw Jayden in class five days a week, Ms. Sanchol didn’t
run into
him very often, so she had no basis of reference.
“Drop
them by my office on your way to first period,”
she said. “If I’m not in, just leave them on my desk.”
“Sure
thing, Ms. Sanchol,” said Jayden as he walked
out of the room.
“Oh,
and I like those shoes,” said Ms. Sanchol.
“Thanks,”
he said.
Ms.
Sanchol tried not to look too much at the boys who
walked around the school naked, but she did think Jayden looked nice in
nothing
but those red Converses. And as he walked away, she couldn’t help but
have a
look at the pattern the wooden bench had left across his bare cheeks.
Jayden
walked down the hall thinking about how cool it
was to have been chosen by Representative Abercrombie to attend a
meeting at
the state capitol. Little did he know—or Mr. Warner either—that he was
being
set up as a pawn in a political ambush.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 10
The
blue SUV slowly wound its way through the parking
lot and found a space next to the street. A man got out of the driver’s
side
and walked over to the self-pay kiosk. He was dressed casually yet
nicely--a
blue pinstripe shirt, a navy blazer and tan Dockers.
A
woman stepped out of the passenger side, wearing a
blue and white dress with an off-white sweater. She had started to put
on a
green skirt with a teal blouse earlier that morning, and had also
considered a
burgundy dress, but she settled on the more conservative look, given
nature of
the hearing she was headed into. Her heels made a clacking sound
against the
pavement as she stepped down out of the car.
From
the back seat, the bare foot of a young girl
emerged, silent against the pavement, then a bare leg, then the whole
bare
girl. From her feet to her head, she wore nary a stitch.
Unlike
her mother, she’d had no quandaries about
choosing her wardrobe that morning. Except for what bracelet, anklet,
necklace
and ear rings to wear.
“Mom,
I’m nervous about this. I don’t know what to
say.”
“Rachel,
there’s no need to be nervous.” Her mother
placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Just answer whatever
questions they
ask you. That’s all there is to it.”
“That’s
right, just answer whatever they ask you,
honestly” added her dad as the “Wait” icon turned to “Walk” and the
three
started across the crosswalk of the busy Tallahassee boulevard.
“Mom,
I feel like I’m in trouble. I feel like I’ve
done something wrong.”
“Well,
you aren’t. And you haven’t,” she assured her
daughter.
“But
Charlie Abercrombie might make you try to feel
that way,” said her father. “Just answer whatever he asks, then try to
tune him
out.”
Rachel’s
mother’s dress was rustling in the breeze
like the flag over the Capitol. The wind felt cool against Rachel’s
skin. If
anyone had inspected her close-up, they would have seen minuscule
blonde hairs
standing up all over her, illuminated by the sunlight, and tiny
goosebumps
appearing all over her body (though nowhere near the degree as during
the cold
snap last week).
“I
just hope you don’t say what horrendous ogres your
parents are for stripping you!” her mother joked. Or at least she hoped
she was
joking.
“You
know I’d never say that, Mom” said Rachel as they
crossed in front of the cars stopped at the red light. “I mean, for the
right
price. Like, you know…those awesome shoes we saw at Rue 21!”
Walking
down the street in Tallahassee in front of the
capital was not like walking down the street in, say, Miami, with naked
kids
running round everywhere. Nor was it like the upper provinces where a
sighting
of a naked kid in public was somewhat akin to a sighting of bigfoot or
Elvis.
Of Leon county’s 60,000 residents under 21, about 3%, or about 1800,
are
permanently naked. So in stores and restaurants or just walking down
the street
in areas where there are lots of young people, you’d regularly see kids
with
nothing on. But walking down the street in front of the state capitol
on a
Tuesday morning, you were unlikely to see a lot of youthful nakedness
(unless
maybe a school group was taking a tour).
As
the family walked up the steps of the capitol
building, Rachel was looking around for reporters. That’s what she
expected,
that this would be a big media event. She was relieved to see only
state
capitol employees and other people there on business, nicely dressed,
walking
up and down the steps with various satchels and briefcases.
Rachel
and her family stepped into the main atrium,
not sure where to go.
“Excuse
me,” a voice echoed, “you’re here for the
hearing I presume? Hi, I’m Janet, I’m a field coordinator with Stripped
for
Florida.”
They
all introduced themselves. The family was easy to
pick out, given Rachel’s attire.
Janet
led them down several halls, up an elevator and
into a conference room. Other parents were there, and several Stripped
for
Florida staffers, plus several students, both clothed and naked. One of
those boys
was Jayden. He was standing across the room, wearing his red Converses.
Although
they had never seen each other before—at
least as far as Rachel knew—he glanced at her with a look of faint
recognition.
That’s because, actually, they HAD seen each other, on two separate
occasions.
They had never actually met, though. But they were about to.
How Rachel Met
Jayden - Part 11
“As
you know, the cold snap we had this year was worse
than in any year since the program began. We dodged bullet in previous
years,
but we do need to address this.”
The
man giving the address to the small crowd gathered
in the conference room of the capitol was about 40, and nicely dressed,
as were
the several other men and women with Stripped for Florida. The students
they
had called in to appear before the committee were a different story.
They wore
nothing. Other than shoes, and the occasional cap or hat, or, in the
case of a
brown-haired girl from Taylor County High, a pair of almost knee-high
boots
(which was pushing the limits of tripping the sensors).
“Charlie
Abercrombie’s goal is to dismantle the program entirely. Now we all
know
that’ll never happen. The state was careening toward bankruptcy before
Stripped
for Florida was created. Now it’s one of the most affluent states in
the union.
But…he’d happily settle for getting program cancelled above certain
northernmost county lines, using the cold snap as his leverage. And
THAT he
might have a shot at. And failing that, at the very least he’s going to
shoot
for getting rules amended to require stripped kids in the northern
counties to
wear clothes as often as possible. If he gets his way, that would mean
anything
under 70 degrees!”
There
was a smattering of laughter.
“Either
way, we need to make the best possible
impression out there.”
Rachel
was seated next to her parents and could see
Jayden seated with his parents about 10 feet away. She kept thinking he
looked
familiar but couldn’t put her finger on where she may have seen him.
“I want to
thank you all for taking the time out of your day to come here and help
us save
Stripped for Florida,” the man continued. “I’m Robert Furlong with
Stripped for
Florida, and we’ve assembled some pretty impressive folks here today.
Teachers
and other education professionals. High school, middle school and
elementary
students, from around the state, including some of the northern
counties, both
nude and clothed.We even have a lifelong nudist couple from France,
whose
entire family has practiced nudism for much longer that the Stripped
for
Florida program has even existed.”
“Bob,
may I cut in,” said a lady, raising her hand.
“We should go ahead and talk about the pills while there’s still time.”
“Oh,
yes, good idea, Sylvia. We’re not the most
organized here, we’ve thrown this all together on short notice. Are
there any
boys here who take sifenidril nitrate who did not take it this morning?”
Several
boys’ hands went up.
“We
figured you might not be sure whether to take your
daily morning dose today. But as you know, the Stripped for Florida
program
encourages boys to take the pills daily as a way to de-stigmatize
public
erections. As a Florida state court put it, there’s no shame in an
erection in
the state of Florida. And we’re not backing down from that position
here at
this hearing. If you’re asked to stand up and answer any questions
before the
committee, it’s completely legal, and perfectly OK, if you have an
erection. So
anyone who would like to take a dose now—with the permission of your
parents,
of course—please raise your hands.”
Jayden’s
was one of the hands that went up. He was
unsure whether he should take is morning dose on the day he might
appear before
a hearing at the State Capitol.
“This
is a fast-acting sublingual formula,” said
Sylvia as she handed out the does around the room. “Just let it
dissolve under
your tongue.”
“Representative
Abercrombie,” continued Bob, “has
called students of his own to speak about the horrors of being forced
to go
naked in public. To try to elicit the results he wants, he chose the
first
stripped students from six counties, both male and female. The
assumption is
that it’s traumatic to be the only kid in the county walking around
naked. And
he may well have a point.”
“This
is something we’ve always been concerned about,”
added Sylvia. “When nudity starts to catch on in any given community,
it’s a
different story. It often becomes really cool to go to school in the
nude. But
those first few pioneers do have a hard row to hoe. We’ve tried to
address with
the sensitivity programs in schools—at least the schools who chose to
accept
it—before the first nude student steps into a classroom.”
With
this, Rachel’s parents, and Jayden’s too,
realized they were in the wrong room. They were in the Stripped for
Florida
room prepping for the hearing. Apparently the Abercrombie forces were
having a
meeting of their own elsewhere.
Rachel’s
mom and Jayden’s dad both started to raise
their hands. Then Jayden’s dad faltered. And Rachel’s dad asked his mom
to hold
tight for a second.
“At
this very moment,” continued Bob, “the Abercrombie
camp is no doubt revving up their own students to recall every
traumatic moment
of having to go around nude, and to get out there and talk about the
psychological and emotional damage that had been done to them. We’re
going to
counter that with a more balanced portrayal of the positive aspects of
the
program. And we trust by now you’ve discovered the benefits of living
without
clothing.”
Both
sets of parents decided they were in the right
room after all, so they just went with it. Rachel’s mom glanced over at
Janet,
the Stripped for Florida Field Coordinator who had ushered them to this
room,
and Janet gave her a sly glance back, a discreet knowing nod.
Yoink!
Janet had cunningly scored two of Abercrombie’s
kids!
During
all this, Rachel and Jayden occasionally
glanced toward each other, but seldom at the same time.
Bob
proceeded to introduce some of the attendees. He
had Carla stand up as he told about her accomplishments. She was the
high
school senior from Ft. Meyers who had graduated a year early, been
accepted to
the University of Florida and had caught Stripped for Florida’s eye
with an
essay she wrote about Florida’s new brand of nudism that had been
published in
Florida Today magazine. She had dressed up a bit for this occasion.
She’d had
her hair braided and wore a pair of high-heeled sandals with straps
that criss-crossed
up her calves. In between was an expanse of smooth pale flesh broken
only by a
shock of dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed, with that distinctive
curlicue just
above the slit.
After
about 15 minutes, Rachel noticed Jayden was
hard. A small but distinctive birthmark on the side of the shaft caught
her
eye. It jogged her memory. She had noticed it before.
Suddenly
she knew exactly where she had seen him.
(End of File)