Stripped For Florida, Flagler County Gets Stripped, Part 1

Stripped For Florida: Flagler County Gets Stripped, Part 1

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STRIPPED FOR FLORIDA
FLAGLER COUNTY GETS STRIPPED
PART ONE

"I swear, that bikini is so small you might as well be naked."

"Oh, mom! It's perfectly normal." the screen door slammed behind the 15 year old, a flash of red string bikini catching the sun as she ran down the front walkway. The five year old girl running after her wasn't wearing much more. Babysitting jobs are a little different in beach towns. As long as the kid doesn't get sunburned, drowned, or run over by tourists on AIA, the parents don't much care about the dress code.

"Tell you the truth," insisted Celia, "if I could get away with it I'd force her to go naked. That bitsy little thing is all she wears the whole summer long."

Her friend carefully filed papers in the correct folders. They'd been going over taxes and Rhonda was very meticulous. "You know, Celia, you just might be able to do it -- if you're serious."

"What do you mean?" Celia asked.

"You know, I have those two clients down in Fort Lauderdale; usually they just send me the stuff and I do the work at home, but they've been having this audit and I've had to drive down several times. There are kids just walking around naked in public."

"They have that nude beach down there -- U-Haul or something."

"Haulover. No, it's not just on the nude beach. There's this program where parents can make their kids go naked all the time. They call it stripping your kid."

"Well, that's South Florida for you. They'd never have that up here." Celia barked out a laugh.

"That's what I wanted to tell you. The bookkeeping business is slow. I lost two clients last month and I've been looking around for part time work. Anyway, there's a rumor that the stripping program that they have in Broward and Dade counties is going to go statewide. I'm looking into it, because if that happens they'll need reps in every county."

"Well that's my dream," confirmed Celia, "strip the girl. I like the sound of it."

The two women sat at the table and looked out the window. They'd been friends for years. Celia ran a one-person medical insurance consulting business -- filling out claims and arguing with insurance companies on behalf of local healthcare practitioners -- chiropractors, massage therapists, acupuncturists, and the like. They each had two kids, all close in age. There was Celia's 15 year old daughter, and a 14 year old son. Rhonda had two boys, 14 and 16. Work and parenting was challenging but the two women stuck by one another.

"Well," sighed Rhonda, "on to the next appointment -- not nearly as pleasant as sitting here with you!"

The two women looked out the window again. Celia's son Will was coming up the walk. He was wearing "shorts" that were so long they nearly touched his ankles. His XXXL black t-shirt and the baggy shorts were so oversized he looked like a kid caught in a pro linebacker's off-work casuals. Will opened the door and shuffled into the room.

"What we got to eat?" he shouted, heading for the kitchen.

"That's 'hello' from you, and how about getting some of that sand off your feet before you come dragging in here? You planning to be the one who sweeps and vacuums?"

"Um, hello," Will mumbled, "just getting something to eat."

"I don't know if I'd strip him -- he'd probably die of shock -- but I wouldn't mind seeing a little skin. It's like he's wearing a burkha or something."

"Mom! I heard that," yelled Will. "These are perfectly normal clothes. All the boys wear the same thing, you know! It's not like the ancient times when you were a kid and the boys wore those little bitty speedos and showed off everything to everyone. Gross!"

The women looked at one another and laughed silently. They both knew that Rhonda's younger son Kyle and Will had something going on that was a little more than longtime friendship. Were the boys consciously aware of it yet, or was it the prescience of mothers that let them see it so clearly?

The door opened and Celia's husband John came into the room. "Hello, honey," he said, leaning over to give Celia a kiss. "Rhonda, how are you today?"

"Just fine, got to be moving along, though -- no rest for the weary!"

"Hello, Will, still under that hot black tent -- you're not overheating are you?"

"Dad!"

John laughed, drank down a glass of water and went into the bedroom. A few minutes later Will peeked out from the kitchen and watched his dad cross the hallway to the shower. As usual he wasn't wearing a stitch.

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The two friends didn't manage to see each other until the next week. Rhonda trudged up the walk and tried to manage the screen door, the front door, her bookkeeping file box and a large tote bag.

"Rhonda, for goodness sakes wait a minute while I hold the door open for you."

"I'm just so excited Celia. You'll never guess. I . . . my goodness, your dream can come true, if you're still into it, and I've got a job, I've got a job!" Rhonda put on a singsong voice and danced around the tiny living room.

Rhonda put the tote bag on the table by the window where she and Celia always worked. "QS Florida" was emblazoned in pink on the side of the green bag. "This is it, Celia! Just look." Rhonda started pulling out brochures, a package that looked like bandaids, a credit card processing machine, and a large plastic box.

"Wow, Rhonda, what's all that?"

"I got the job Celia. Remember I told you they might expand that program out of South Florida. Well, they did. I applied and I'm the new rep for Flagler County. Oh yes!"

Celia stared at all the items piled up on the table.

"It's just perfect. I work my own hours, can take this stuff around with me everywhere I go, and I get paid a retainer plus commission. If I put up a booth at the farmer's market, or set up at parent night at the school, or do a promo at the chamber open house, I can start signing up kids left and right. You still want to do Cheryl?"

"You mean this is the strip stuff?" asked Celia, catching up slowly with her friend's enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes, this is the strip stuff. They call it Quick Strip -- that's what the QS stands for. You pay a fee, you get a sticker here -- looks just like a little round bandaid -- and you put it on your kid, right behind the left ear. It's called Quick Strip because as soon as that bandaid is applied the kid is legally required to strip. They're putting monitors up everywhere and if someone's wearing one of these and isn't naked then you and the kid are both in violation."

The information was coming in too fast for Celia to process. "Here," said Rhonda, "I still have to learn my spiel, so why don't you read all about it in this brochure."

Rhonda sat and looked out the window with a big smile on her face. This was going to be big, she just knew it, and here she was, the rep for an entire ocean-front county. Just wait until the tourists started getting in on this!!! That was what drove the market in South Florida. Families would come down to Florida for vacation, pay $45.00 and take their nude kid with them to the beach, waterpark, ice cream shop, anywhere they went. The best thing was that tourists came and went, so there was always a new market.

"Wow!" said Celia, finally looking up. "I can't believe this. So, you're telling me that if I pay $45.00 today, I can put this on Cheryl when she gets home and rip that silly bikini right off her?"

"That's right!"

"Okay, I'll do it. What do I have to do?"

"It works like this, I need to scan your ID and Cheryl's ID into this machine -- that checks into state records to make sure she's legally your child and that you have the right to strip her. Then I scan your credit or debit card. It takes $45.00 out of your account. I issue you a microchip keyed into Cheryl's ID. It's on this little bandaid -- when you put it behind her ear, the microchip embeds right in under her skin. That way any QS monitor will pick up that she's in the program and has to be naked. Also, any police or state GPS can locate her whereabouts at any time. It's a safety feature so that your naked daughter doesn't get into trouble."

"Let me see if Cheryl left her ID on her dresser. She doesn't usually take it with her -- no room in a bikini you know!" Celia laughed. "Yeah, here it is and here's my ID and credit card. I can't wait. You mean I can do this as soon as she walks in the house?"

"Anytime you want." confirmed Rhonda. "Now, let me tell you about boys."

The two women were still discussing their male offspring when Cheryl slammed the screen door and came into the house. She cruised right through to the kitchen in her red string bikini.

"Okay, Rhonda, I'm doing it!" Celia held the little bandaid between her thumb and forefinger and marched into the kitchen.

"Good afternoon Cheryl," announced her mother, "You know how much I hate that stupid bikini . . . "

"Mom, don't get started . . . you might as well be naked," mimicked the girl.

"I've got a surprise for you. From now on you are going to be naked. There's a new program and I've paid to have this little sticker put on you," she said, sticking the bandaid behind Cheryl's ear. "If you're ever caught with clothes on again, even this itsy bitsy bikini, then you'll have to do community service and I'll have to pay a fine. So, whenever you're ready, strip! Oh, and if you need more info, here's a brochure."

"Geez, mom, I don't need to read that. Do you think I'm stupid! I know all about this program and I don't care. So what if I'm the first naked girl in Flagler County!" With that Cheryl untied her top, withdrew it from around her neck, undid the tie on one side of her bikini, and let it fall to the ground. That's that, thought Cheryl, wait until the boys get a load of this. She swaggered her hips as she walked to the 'fridge. "By the way, mom, I have a party I'm going to tonight so I'll be out late. It's at Mark's house and his parents said they'll be home but not obtrusive. So, can I go?"

"I have their phone number, so I know how to reach you -- sure, go ahead and have a good time."

"That didn't seem to phase her one bit," observed Rhonda when Celia came back into the room.

"Maybe she's as relieved to be rid of wearing that stupid scrap of cloth as I am looking at it. She's all into boys, beach, swimming, and sun this summer. It's been hot and she's feeling hot."

"I'll leave you these sample pills, if you want to try them. Let me know how it goes with Will -- I'm still trying to figure out what to do with my two boys. My next appointment's in Bunnell at 3:30 so I've got to go."

"That's okay, I've got to run to Publix. Cheryl, I'm going to the supermarket and I'll be right back. You're not leaving yet are you?"

"No, I have to get ready for this party tonight."

I wonder what there is to get ready when you don't have to get dressed, wondered her mom.

Cheryl moved around the kitchen, singing a song off the radio and making herself a big snack. Naked felt good, oh yeah! No problems there. Her mom didn't know what all she'd already been up to!

The door slammed and Will walked in.

"God, Cheryl, what are you doing in the kitchen naked? I'm telling mom."

"Why don't you just do that, little tattle tale," taunted his sister.

"What? You don't believe me? I'm going to tell her you were skinny dipping at that party the other night. And that guy Mark you're so in love with was busy ogling your boobs and all."

"Do me a favor, Will. I just realized I have to go to the Jiffy Mart and get some breath mints. When mom gets back from Publix can you tell her I'll be right back?"

Will watched in shock as his sister walked out the front door, let the screen door slam behind her and sauntered down the sidewalk as naked as the day she was born.

"Hey mom," yelled Will as soon as he heard her come in the door. "Cheryl was in the kitchen making a sandwich totally naked and then she went to the Jiffy Mart without a thing on!"

"Get used to it Will. Your sister's not going to be wearing clothes any more!"

"What!!!!!?"

"And if I don't start seeing a little more skin, maybe you won't be either! Here, why don't you read one of these?" said Celia, handing her son a QS brochure.

At five John came home. He popped into the kitchen for a big glass of water. Celia had called him at work with the news, but he teased Cheryl anyway. "Hi Cheryl, what happened? That bikini must have shrunk or something because I can hardly see it."

"Dad!" exclaimed his daughter.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to his bedroom to strip off for his evening shower, crossing the hallway naked into the bathroom as usual.

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At dinner that night Cheryl spoke up. "So, I won't be wearing any clothes to school, either." It was more of a statement than a question.

"That's right, sweetheart," confirmed Celia, "you'll be naked until you turn 21."

"Twenty-one!?" Will blurted out before he caught himself. Ever since this weird thing had happened with his sister he'd been doing his best to lay low. He'd asked around and a few kids knew about the new laws, but it was pretty clear that his sister was the only one anyone had ever actually met who was stripped. Even the kids who had heard about the program didn't seem to know much about it. He wished he'd read the brochure his mother had handed him instead of throwing it away.

"Yes," answered his father. "A kid who has been stripped has to stay naked until she or he turns 21 years old. It's basically a naked or not kind of deal."

"So," continued Cheryl, trying to get the conversation back to her particular interest, "how do you get someone stripped?"

"Well, you probably don't get anyone stripped," replied her mother. "Is there someone you're interested in having naked?"

"Well, for example," replied the teen, purposely trying to throw her parents off track, "let's say we wanted Will here to be naked. How would we make that happen."

"We wouldn't," muttered Will under his breath.

"That's a very good example," noted Celia, "and one I've been pondering. The short answer is that your father or I would purchase a QS chip, put it on his skin and either force him to strip on the spot or wait for the police enforce the law. The state is putting up more and more sensors every day. In a short time any stripped child won't be able to wear clothes without getting caught."

"What's the long answer," asked Cheryl, intrigued.

"I'm not sure Will is ready to be stripped naked. After all, he's not like you."

"Thank you very much for noticing," applauded Will. "This whole 'go naked' thing is not for me. I'm not that kind of person, thank you very much. It's bad enough that my sister is now famous for being naked, but that's as close to the whole deal as I want to be."

"What I meant is, maybe he needs a different kind of naked experience."

"Just strip him already, mother. God! It's so annoying seeing him walk around in those dark baggy clothes all the time. What can he do about it anyway. You said it, if it's the law then he'll have no choice. Just do it!"

"It isn't really up to you," John reminded his daughter. "Just like we did something we thought would be good for you, we're trying to work out what will be best for your brother."

"I'm fine the way I am, really I am," insisted Will.

"You know, when I was a kid," began his dad, "it wasn't really considered necessary to give boys much privacy about their bodies. To tell you the truth, aside from a few embarrassing moments, we boys didn't really think much about it either. If we wanted to swim we just stripped off and jumped in. When I'd get home my mother expected me to take my clothes off on the porch, rinse off in the tub by the outdoor faucet and keep her newly scrubbed floors clean."

"What did you wear once you got inside?" asked Cheryl.

"Usually nothing. My brothers and I would come in from work or play, wash off, and stay naked. When my dad got home he'd do the same. We didn't think of ourselves as nudists or naturists or anything. It was just normal. We had a long picnic table on the back porch and we guys would eat back there -- it was great! We could make a mess eating ribs or barbecue or watermelon, then rinse off and nobody would be fussing at us for ruining our clothes."

"What about girls?" demanded Cheryl.

"Girls were never naked." her dad stated flatly.

"See, that's what I don't like. I like being naked. I think boys or girls should be allowed to be naked."

"That's fine," argued Will, "I just don't see why it has to be me!"

"I just think you're hiding your body in an unnatural way," observed his mother, "it isn't healthy. So, your dad and I are going to give you a choice."

Will wished he could become invisible. When his parents offered choices they were usually all bad.

"You can either be officially stripped, just like your sister," offered his mother. Will shuddered. "or, " she continued, "we can make a new rule in our house: boys have to be naked at home."

"Even visitors?" asked Cheryl with a grin.

"Yes, any boy who walks through that door," replied her mother. A glimmer of an idea sparked in Cheryl's brain.

"If you get stripped like Cheryl," explained his mother, "you'll be naked all the time, everywhere, until you're 21. It is enforceable by law and there is no going back. On the other hand, if we do the home nudity thing, you'll only be naked here or at the homes of other people who have the same rule. You'll be able to dress to go out -- shopping, school, parties, wherever."

"I don't want either choice," stated Will.

"You have until tomorrow afternoon to think about it. At that point if you haven't made up your mind your father and I will decide." Celia got up from the table with an air of decisiveness and began clearing the dishes.

"By the way," Cheryl, said, calling after her mother. "I checked with Cindy's parents, and they are fine with me continuing to babysit her. They said the bikini didn't hide much anyway."

"I'm glad to hear they're sensible people! Maybe they'll strip Cindy, too, and you won't have to worry about her bathing suit falling off in the waves."

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END PART ONE

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