Chapter 5

On Thursday, nothing happened to write about outside of the fact that it marked my first full week at work naked. Now, since I was being naked at work and, for that matter, everywhere else, I have to say that I did not miss wearing clothes.

I do feel that I should mention that, since that meeting a week ago, a large majority of my coworkers have either started coming to work every day naked like me or are partially naked all of the time. Plus, on Monday that week, I don’t remember seeing anyone at work wearing anything, including Ms. Jerkins, but on Tuesday, I remember seeing a few with clothes on. Now I have to say that I felt that my crazy idea about nudity has had a very positive effect on the amount of traffic the agency has been getting over the past week, ever since Ms. Jerkins delivered the new dress code.

Friday, I took the day off to spend it with my husband out on the golf course with some of his friends and their wives or girlfriends. I did feel a little undressed out there, with the other girls that were all fully dressed in what it looked like, for some of them, their Sunday best. And as the day went on, I couldn’t mistake how many of the guys tried to sneak a quick look at my naked body when their girl wasn’t looking. Overall, I did have a great time out with the girls. The only thing I didn’t like was that I felt a little uncomfortable being the only one naked. I am sure over time; I will get over that and be more comfortable in every setting.

The weekend before I had to leave town for the conference that I would be attending naked with my boss on Tuesday and Wednesday, the four of us went up to my parents’ house which is about an hour’s drive away on the other side of the valley.

Before we visited my parents’ house that weekend, I had managed to leave out the news that I had gone completely absolute, just like our daughters had some five years earlier. I still remembered how upset my mother was once she realized how serious the girls were about going everywhere butt naked and I guess the real reason that I didn’t tell my mother that I had also given up clothes was that I was afraid that if I did tell her over the phone she wouldn’t have invited us.

So, as you can imagine, my mother wasn’t a bit happy when she saw us getting out of the car, and the only one that was dressed was my husband, Jerry. Well, the rest of the visit went pretty alright after we girls had some adult girl talk with my mother and told her that we were all quite serious about being absolutes and the chance of one of us ever putting on a garment again was quite unlikely. I did spend some time talking about the different weather temperatures and the girls explained to their grandmother that they both have been up at a ski resort with some of their high school friends and spent close to the whole time there outside in the snow.

Later that day, as you can expect, my mother couldn’t take no for an answer and, when all of us girls went to the grocery store, my mother deliberately took her time in the freezer aisle to see if one of us would react to the coldness. But, to my mother’s disappointment, after what seemed like over thirty minutes, we moved to a warmer aisle and finished her shopping. We did get some strange looks while we were in there, but nothing different from the reactions I had gotten over the past week.

The rest of my weekend went by pretty fast and we all enjoyed our time at my parents’ house. My mother finally got over her little hang-up with my decision on giving up wearing clothes. I am pretty sure that it may take her a while to fully accept my decision of what she calls unnatural.

Monday, the day before my out-of-town trip, was extremely busy. That day I was able to close on my second property of the month and, before the day was over, show a young couple several homes that were on the market.

I remember that as soon as I got to my office and sat down, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I didn’t manage to get away from my desk until almost fifteen minutes before I had to be at the law office to close on my second property.

At the law office, I got to meet the prospective buyers before the couple that was selling the property showed up. I could tell right off the bat that one of the prospective buyers didn’t approve of my lack of dress by the look she gave me as I walked into the conference room. A little later my client walked in and the proceeding was over in about forty minutes. Overall everyone was very professional and, thankfully, no one made any comments about my lack of dress. I was certain that someone was going to comment at the beginning of the proceedings.

As I was picking up the legal paperwork with the other agent that was with me, the seller’s wife did something that startled me. She came right up to me and gave me a full-body hug, and I could feel every inch of her outfit on my body. I know it sounds strange, but for a short moment, I didn’t want her to remove her clothes from my body.

I know that as you have been reading my little journey in the world of being an absolute, you know that I have been completely naked since that afternoon when I stripped in my boss’ office. But, I hate to admit it; I couldn’t get the feel of her clothes against my body out of my mind the whole drive to the next property.

I can remember walking into the bathroom of the property while waiting for the clients to arrive and looking in the full-body mirror and thinking about what my body would look like in a year after being exposed to the elements. Just then the doorbell rang and I lost all thoughts of what I was thinking about and made my way to the front door to let the couple in.