Figure 1 The Inspiration for this story:
Nude World Order – Early Bird Introduction

During the initial implementation of laws promoting public nudity in the State of Franklin, it was becoming common to observe how this unique lifestyle choice would draw the attention of others, especially in contrast to those who were fully clothed. Tianna Dorsey knew of Mendini, Lambert, and Locke Associates’ strict dress code policy against public nudity unless directed. However, circumstances changed after some early misunderstanding of the violation of the Environmental Protection and Reduction Act (EPRA).

I will tell you how I found myself in this situation that resulted in me violating the state EPRA law on public nudity. I need to go back more than a month ago when completing my state driver’s license, late at night online after a long flight. The picture is one of many of me reposted on social media. It’s of me unmistakably naked, walking down the busy sidewalk from the office tower. I am unmistakably nude, forbidden by the courts to cover my body under any conditions.

I loved to be the center of attention; however, I just wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. I never was comfortable walking anywhere with people staring at every bit of my body when outside the comfort of privacy. That includes when the weather is downright freezing, not allowed to conceal my body with cold-weather gear that is not transparent.

The government has made provisions in the law that would allow some protective gear during those periods of the year to protect the skin. I recall my parents talking about the approval by the state legislators of the EPRA law. It is to promote public acceptance of our natural bodies for environmental openness. I had heard people talking at school that the controversial law had passed.

I was aware that the state is increasingly aggressive in promoting acceptance of our natural bodies. I have worked for Mendini, Lambert, Locke, and Associates Law Firm. I have read the law while studying to become a paralegal. After my grave mistake, my concern was that my employer would simply fire me.

A little over a month ago, I flew to California to visit my grandparents. After the California visit, I took a late flight back home; it was after midnight when I finally stepped into my apartment. For whatever reason, I felt I was awake enough to submit the renewal of my driver’s license. I work for a group of lawyers, so I should know better than to sign anything when not in a sound mind. In my mind, it would only be a few clicks of the mouse and renewed for another four years. I remember skipping several additional options asking if I wanted to register to vote and other social things.

Since I wasn’t paying much attention to what I clicked, I just answered all the required fields until I got to the payment page. I recall that the renewal was more expensive than I thought. I just paid for it and went to bed. That morning, I didn’t expect to find several emails with nude images in my inbox. Welcome to the lifestyle from the State Department of Environmental Protection and Reduction. Not thinking much of it and wanting it out of my inbox, I simply moved the email to the archive folder and forgot about it.

Occasionally, I would receive items in the mail that I tossed unopened on the table addressed from EPRA but didn’t toss out to possibly look at later. On the edge of my table are stacks of unwanted mail. I should stop here and say I screwed up. Someone who works as an interim paralegal assistant during the day, I should have known better. I attended night classes in person and online at the local community college to get my paralegal degree.

I should have read the emails and stuff that arrived, and I would have had the chance to reverse the early morning decision during the 30-day grace period to remain clothed. Now that it is past the month at the end of last week. I am now required to be clothing-free since that day. I found out the hard way and returned to the office after lunch. The paralegal who worked under Ella Knight told me I needed to go to the conference room.

In the conference room were two unclothed officials in only an armband with the initials EPRA and a lanyard with a state badge. Thankfully, I work for a law firm, and the lawyer popped his head in as the officials were about to ask me my name. Aaron Zimmerman, the lawyer who popped in, took over the conversation. They told him there was an outstanding warrant for my arrest for failing to comply with the state EPRA law.

The official handed the lawyer the outstanding warrant, “We need to take Tianna Dorsey in for processing.” Mortified, I was read my rights and walked out in handcuffs by the two naked officers. Before exiting the conference room, Aaron told me my rights and that a lawyer would meet me at the processing center. It was embarrassing to be in handcuffs and led to the freight elevator near the back loading dock to the patrol car.

They brought me to the county sheriff’s office a few towers away to see Officer Adriana Diaz, who wasn’t wearing an armband, just her lanyard. The officer told me that I violated the EPRA state section 14:106 compliance with the law concerning the disposal of all bodily coverage. That includes but is not limited to, clothing (except for approved cold-weather gear), towels, and upper bedding (blankets, quits, and top sheets).

You may keep, but not use, family heirlooms such as quilts handcrafted by an ancestor. I needed to remove my clothes immediately to comply with the law. Tears ran down my face. I was at a loss for words on what to do as I began fumbling with undoing the buttons on my blouse after taking off my blazer. I was down to my slip, bra, panties, and stockings. Our law firm has several offices scattered around the metro area.

Robin Fisichella introduced herself as my lawyer from the firm when she entered the room, she said, “Please continue undressing so it can be disposed of in the bin by the door.” Thoughts of shame upon my family and friends swept over me as I began unclasping the bra straps, the last thing I had left. I felt every muscle in my body freeze up when I tried to walk over to the trash bin to dispose of my clothes. Somehow I managed to return to the table, and feeling my bare butt on the cold metal chair nearly sent me flying to the ceiling.

Watching the nude lawyer taking the seat next to me, the lawyer told me she was familiar with the new lifestyle law. I sat there shaking from both the coldness of the room and the situation. Several documents from her briefcase began briefing me on the charges they filed against me. When reading the following law about noncompliance, the judge may rule more favorably that I removed all my clothes when asked.

As I read the charges the state filed against me, I kicked myself for not reading anything. My other worry was my job. I have been working for about six months since graduating from high school. My strict father has expressed how he feels about public nudity. I kept glancing at her body as if she was unaware of exposing the most intimate parts of her body to me as she talked. I subconsciously selected yes, which prevented me from reading that email or document. I could never be brave enough to live and work in the nude.

I was speechless as she pulled out the Department of Motor Vehicle registration documents with the checkmarks selecting the option to live and be naked everywhere in the state, country, and all other international countries that recognize the lifestyle. Then she showed me what duration options I selected – six months. Seeing only six months, I was relieved that I would be able to hang onto some of my dignity.

That excitement was short when my lawyer told me to be in front of Judge D William Carey in the morning at eight. She pointed down at the bracelet. Lifted her leg and provided me with a better view between her legs. There was no way to hide my embarrassment after seeing that. She told me to rethink everything about our bodies and look at our skin as the only clothes we will ever wear. While I was taking some deep breaths to ease my nervousness, the arresting officers entered the room. I sat there listening to my lawyer and the officers talk about me.