09 August, Monday

Diary, this is just a dream, not going to work downtown in the highrise in the nude? This morning was any less stressful than finding the outfit I needed for the interview. Glancing at my empty wardrobe, I couldn’t dress if I wanted to. I still needed to check my entire body looked nice down to any hairs on my legs. Assume most will be looking at my bare breast more than anything else.

Ever since I took off my clothes at the interview, I was debating if I should shave the pubs. In a split decision, I decided to shave it. Looking at my hair and the rest, I got that cold feet feeling again to forget this job and go to some big box store and buy all new clothes. Things pushed me out of the door this morning with enough time to relax and get settled.

My time with my family all accepted my nude lifestyle as if I had never worn clothing. Even if I read that my new employer is providing me with something to sit on at work, I can not assume they will have it waiting when I arrive. So I grabbed a small hand towel on the way out.

On the drive was debating whether to use a lanyard or glue my name badge to my skin. My thoughts since I am nude and those breast strings rubbing the nipples could be annoying. I noticed during the interview that most of them had the name badge attached to their shirts/blouses.

While pulling into the parking garage, I received a text from Carrie apologizing for this weekend. What I got out of her text, she didn’t want to be the clothed friend. I did agree to see her after work at my apartment. I kidded her with the text that my apartment was nude only, and I didn’t get a response again till later in the morning. She asked if she could be an exception and remain dressed, and I replied yes.

Walking into the office tower lobby, I felt very underdressed amongst them. When I noticed three nudes, two ladies and a guy walked past me. Being underdressed improved being around all those well-dressed people. I glanced down at my feet to check if it was not too dirty from the walk into the lobby. I entered a ladies’ room to wipe my feet and freshen up.

I had butterflies approaching the security desk naked and was relieved it was a woman. I told the lady I like a temporary pass for Tyrell Corporation. She asked me if I wanted adhesive placed on my skin or to use a lanyard. To stay out in the lobby any longer than possible, I told her to stick it to my chest above my right breast. It felt strange pressing the plastic to my skin as others looked on. Thoughts that lanyard straps would rub against my bare nipples could be frustrating.

Felt overly underdressed standing outside the elevator with all those dresses waiting. Not even shoes were considered clothing according to the degree of lifestyle restrictions I selected with the state. Surreal knowing that none of my new colleagues have seen me with clothes. Off the elevator, my new boss asked me how my weekend went.

One of the questions she asked while walking was whether my orientation was for the remainder of the week. If I still had the dress worn when I arrived for the interview. Without giving it much thought, I replied, “No, I am a nudist, and tossed the remainder of my clothes, including that dress.” We didn’t say anything more until brought into a smaller office.