08 August, Sunday

08 August, Sunday, Diary, where should I begin? This weekend started with a bang with the dumpster, tree, and maintenance guy yesterday. I made his day by seeing up in that tree. Back in the apartment, I finished all of the onboarding paperwork I needed to do before my first day on Monday. In the Human Resources Department email, get a temporary identification badge from Security in the lobby.

The email stated that security was aware of my status as being nude. Under the agreement made with senior management, I will not be concealing my body or permitted to as agreed. Read the security is advised to provide me with the choice of using a lanyard to hold my temporary badge. The other option is double-sided tape to attach to the skin above my right breast. To be in Room 214 by eight in the Hancock Tower Building for my interview. The orientation will take up most of the week.

The email mentioned some reasonable accommodations relating to the nude lifestyle I adopted. The company will provide me with two durable seat covers that will be maintained and kept clean. It reminded me that under the employment agreement relating to my choice of lifestyle. I will need to use the safety gear required by law when needed. With the understanding that it will not conceal the body to fringe my choice lifestyle of always being nude.

To take a shower to see my parents, siblings, and my friend Carrie, I better close this laptop to get ready. After this week and after exposing my body to my apartment complex as it is normal. Know if I will be able to go back to wearing clothing again. The thought process before the interview was trying to find some advantage over the other applicants with more schooling and experience than me.

With my mother holding me to my word, I am stuck with no clothes to my name in this apartment with the money to replace the clothes I tossed yesterday with my mother. Now that the salvage truck showed up before I entered back into my apartment. I couldn’t retrieve what wasn’t salvaged by my neighbors from those clothing items.

To live by this crazy idea of working nude to get that job, I now need to live by it. The thought crossed my head the second after accepting the job to reconsider the offer. As I was talking with my mom on the phone and after she showed up, the chance to back out and keep my clothes. Even from that moment to now, early Sunday evening. I can send a simple email declining the position and ask my parents for a loan to buy new clothes needed for more interviews.

Back to Saturday morning in my car heading to Carrie’s parent’s house, I was uneasy about showing up there nude. During our conversations during the week, I forgot to tell her I asked the employer if I could be naked, and they agreed. On the road, I asked her if she was home, and she said yes. Stepping out of the car, I saw her and her mother standing there with their mouths wide open in disbelief. Her mom was the first to ask me where my clothes were. Shutting the car door just smiled back and said, “Do not have any, a job that is not required.”

Shockingly I wasn’t embarrassed or uncomfortable standing before them two in the nude. I could tell that both of them were embarrassed for me by their expressions and wanted me to get into their house quickly so fewer people would see me. Inside they both bombarded me with questions about everything. Several times, Carrie would leave and walk back with different items of her clothes.

Carrie was concerned about my bare butt on the couch fabric, but her mom insisted I feel at home. Carrie said she was alright with me adopting the nude lifestyle. I knew that it was comfortable. When I asked her if she wanted to go with me to my parent’s house, she didn’t want to be the cloth sidekick. I did get a cold hug from her as I left. Carrie called me a few hours later and showed up at the house around dinner time.

Mom and sisters hugged, while my dad and the younger brother did not know where to look. In the discussions, with mostly my parents. We talked about the fantasy dreams I’ve been having about taking the plunge into this lifestyle. I am scared of being called out for not being a true nudist and only being nude for the thrill of it.

Mom asked me to get the mail in the mailbox and bring the trash can off the curb. Before I knew it, grumbling about not one of the other kids brought it in. It wasn’t till I was about to enter the house with the mail. I realized for the second time that morning I was doing things with no clothes. Diary, what is wrong with me? Like I do not miss wearing clothes or care who sees me nude.

Seeing the expression on their faces, I knew they were testing me on the question I asked about being naked for the wrong reasons. I plumped into the couch cushions feeling more relaxed and comfortable. Talking, mom grabbed my attention to the way I was sitting. That moment when I became embarrassed and started to close my legs.

Mom lightly touched my arm and said, “Sorry, stay as you were. To accept that you are now fully dressed in your bare skin. Every part of your body will be visible from now on.” Letting my body relax and lower my legs, I was aware of my dad having trouble even looking at my eyes. I know even public nudity has been more accepting over the years. Take some time for dad to get used to seeing me without any clothes.

Getting up with mom to the kitchen and then down to my sister’s room. Mom asked them if they wanted to eat lunch at home or out. We all can fix something for dinner. Looking down at my bare form sent cold shivers. Expectedly, they and my bugged eyes brother replied yes. The whole ride to the same dinner was several times growing up. Neither of my sisters wanted to rub against my skin in the middle seat.

Besides that, countless people looked at me with various emotional expressions. I didn’t feel uncomfortable about being there like that. I asked if I could have something to sit on, and my brother couldn’t stop laughing. We were about to leave, and the manager told my parents that I could have the towel I used on the seat. Replied with thanks as we all got up. My youngest sister asked me if I felt dressed in the parking lot.