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How I became a nudist by Cat

Nudity has been an important part of my life for as long as I can remember. It wasn't until around four years ago that I told my family about my preference to be without clothes because I was afraid of what they might think or say. It's a subject that is surrounded by shame - most likely because it's so often automatically associated with sex. Being naked is not a sexual thing and most definitely something that we should not be ashamed of. Let me start by telling how my naked life evolved. By the way, apologies for the lack of natural photos here but my web host would not allow them. I've therefore included a few photos of me in my favourite clothing. Yes, I do like wearing nice clothes when I have to but given the choice would wear nothing at all.

I don't think there was ever a time when nudity did not feel very natural to me. When I was very young I was forever taking my clothes off. Mum was constantly putting my clothes back on and it wasn't until I reached the age of around seven that I spared mum this tedious task. It wasn't that I started to keep my clothes on but I did become more selective about when to remove them. She won't mind me saying this because she does agree to some extent, but it was mum who made me feel ashamed about wanting to be naked. She made me feel as though it was something that was wrong and that our bodies should be kept covered at all times. Dad had a similar point of view but it was always mum who had the task of getting me to dress so I felt more negativity from her.

Despite the actions of my parents, my desire to be nude still remained very strong. In the evening, after taking a shower and brushing my teeth I'd put on my nightshirt before going downstairs to say goodnight to mum and dad. Little did they know that as soon as I was in my room I'd remove it and climb into bed naked. In order to prevent anyone from getting suspicious I'd take the nightshirt to bed with me to make sure it got creased and crumpled. At every opportunity I took my clothes off. I'd often take walks on my own to the woods and fields near our house, find a secluded spot and then undress. At the time I had no idea why I felt the way I did. On one hand I found it natural to want to be without clothes but at the same time I was left with the feeling that I was doing something really wrong. I never talked to anyone about my desire to be nude and kept it a very private thing.

My nude compulsion did not grow weaker over time. When I was eleven years old and started at secondary school I made some new friends. I became very good friends with Kelly and we spent a lot of time together. She was the first person I ever told about my preference for nudity. It wasn't my intention to tell her about my dark secret. We were out walking one day during the summer and Kelly suggested we stop and sunbathe. She half jokingly said we should go topless to get a better tan. I don't think she was expecting me to agree but was quite pleased that I went along with the idea. We lay there in just our knickers in virtual silence for about ten minutes. There was definitely some tension in the air and we lay there completely motionless. All of a sudden Kelly proclaimed that she was going to go completely nude and without waiting for my approval slipped her knickers off. I didn't need any further prompting and took mine off too. Once we were both naked the atmosphere lifted instantly and we were chatting and joking just the same as we had been earlier. That was such a significant moment in my life and I'll never forget it. For the first time I felt my nudity was not something to be ashamed of. The fact that Kelly had chosen to be nude made me aware that I was not the freak I had believed myself to be. I completely opened myself up to Kelly and told her about my feelings about nudity. Although her enjoyment of being without clothes was more casual than mine she did often sleep naked and had been out nude sunbathing on several occasions.

Kelly didn't stay in the area for very long and moved away with her family around a year later. During the time we spent together nudity around each other became fairly relaxed. Whenever we went off for walks together away from civilisation and conditions were suitable we'd inevitably undress. Kelly was an only child and regularly had the house to herself. If ever I visited and her parents were out I undressed. Kelly did not always do the same but was happy for me to remove my clothes. I felt sad when she left the area but we stayed in touch and remained friends for some time after. We talked about our nude activities in letter we wrote to each other but as time passed Kelly's mention of them became less frequent. She was far more interested in talking about her new friends and I assumed she had just got out of the habit of spending time nude. I was always more keen on being nude than she was and I can only assume that without me around to give her that little bit of prompting the thought to undress crossed her mind less and less. It wasn't long before I stopped writing about my nudity and once again I felt alone and insecure with my feeling.

At the age of twelve I was starting to feel more aware of my body. The physical changes I was going through made me feel differently about myself. My thoughts were becoming more sexually orientated and I was feeling far less secure about my body. But despite all that, my desire to be nude was still the same as ever. I was being trusted much more by my parents and they didn't feel so concerned about me being home alone for longer periods of time. I was often the first to arrive home after school and I took full advantage of it. I'd immediately take a shower and then sit downstairs watching TV with a towel conveniently positioned to wrap around myself should anyone come home.

Although it was not for me as such, on my thirteenth birthday dad brought a computer home. It was fully Internet ready and my first chance to surf in privacy. We had the Internet at school but because there were always other people around I had to be careful what I read. I read lots about nudity and for the first time found out there were lots of people from all around the world who felt the same way I did. I also found out that the labels 'nudist' and 'naturist' were something I could identify with. I wasn't that abnormal after all.

My biggest step of all came when dad enquired who had been looking on the internet for nude photos. At the time I had no idea that it was possible to find out what web sites had been visited and was baffled how dad knew. He immediately suspected that Chris had been searching for porn. By the sheepish look on his face it was clear that Chris had been looking at things that were probably inappropriate but because I felt it was my surfing that had lead to dad's discovery I owned up and took full responsibility. It was also the perfect opportunity to talk about what I had actually been looking for and bring it all out into the open. Dad was surprised about my admission but didn't give me the hard time I was expecting. It was most likely because I didn't give anyone a chance to speak and gabbled for a good 30 minutes on the whole subject of naturism and my feeling about it all. Both my mum and dad were sympathetic and they could clearly see how seriously I felt about the subject. We discussed it for hours and I told them absolutely everything. Chris was slightly amused at the whole idea but Rebecca was totally unphased. Neither mum nor dad had a problem with nudity in principal and all those years ago when ensuring I was appropriately dressed they stressed it was in my best interest and not due to their prudish views. I can now see where they were coming from but it wasn't something I could easily grasp at the time. It was partly because they were not keen on the idea of me roaming naked in the woods all alone but also because of my strong desire to be without clothes that they gave me more freedom around the house. Everyone was allowed their say as it affected us all. Mum and dad were in agreement that I could wear whatever I liked as long as we didn't have visitors over. Rebecca couldn't really have cared less and Chris said he didn't mind but still appeared amused at the prospect.

I must admit to finding the thought of being nude in front of my family worrying but not enough for me to not want to go thought with it. The next morning I went nude in front of them for the very first time. It wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be. Apart from Chris everyone was very supportive. They didn't make a big deal and tried to act as normal as possible. I've got to say that mum and dad did a fantastic job. They made me feel very relaxed and didn't draw attention to my nudity once. The conversation at dinner that evening was about the same old things: schoolwork, what our friends were up to and our plans for the weekend. It was almost as if nothing at all had changed. The only noticeable change in attitude was that of Chris. He was more than a little curious about my body and although pretending to find my behaviour 'gross' he did more than his fair share of looking. Not that any of it bothered me.

Over the following months everyone attitude to nudity was becoming even more relaxed. After a month had passed it was clear that they were all feeling genuinely indifferent about nudity. Chris stopped making his little jokes and Rebecca increasingly spent more time nude also. After a bath or shower in the evening it became normal for her not to dress. She got into the routine of sleeping nude and I think mum appreciated having less laundry to do. Once spring had passed and the weather improved I took to sunbathing nude in the garden. I didn't seek the permission of mum and dad but simply assumed they would not mind. Neither of them batted an eyelid and took it in their stride. Rebecca also went clothes free for longer periods of time and regularly played nude in the garden. Our back garden was relatively secluded and it would take a conscious effort to be able to see in by either of our neighbours. One afternoon Rebecca was outside playing and I was laying out in the sun. I looked up to see one of our neighbours stretching their neck to see over the fence. He said something like 'when did the nudist camp open?' and laughed. It didn't bother me one bit and in fact appreciated his laid back attitude.

Within a few months we were moving house. I was going to miss our house and my friends but the prospect of living on a farm with more space than we could dream of was very exciting. Our cottage was over a mile away from the main farm house - which was to be our closest neighbour. Apart from the houses in the far distance all you can see was open countryside. It was almost a dream come true as I've always loved the country and with all that space it made a potential for nude living much more viable. We spent two weeks slowly moving our furniture before settling into our new home permanently. I'd been looking forward to the day I'd wake up in our new home for quite some time. I must have gone through the scenario in my head at least a hundred times before actually been able to do it for real. On that first morning I got up, walked downstairs and straight out of the door without the need to get dressed. I then wandered through the surrounding fields and took in the freshness of the summer morning. At that point I knew my life was going to be so much better.

I do feel extremely lucky living in such a wonderful environment. For the last three years I've been able to enjoy a clothes free home life. We have no neighbours to worry about and I can remain naked both inside and outside of the house without fear of offending anyone. During the week I have to attend college almost every day but at weekends it's easy to stay nude the whole time. I don't have to shut myself away in order to live this way and can freely roam outside whenever I feel the need. Rebecca has also become more keen on being nude. It's almost instinctive for the two of us to undress when we get home for no other reason other than because we want to. Chris has also become more relaxed. He's has not taken to it as much as Rebecca but does spend a few hours nude each week. We have a river a couple of miles away and it's a great place to hang out in the summer. It's not deep enough to swim in but does offer a refreshing way to cool off when it's very warm. One of Rebecca's favourite places to walk is the woods and she often takes one of our 'neighbours' the dogs there.

Although we live in a very secluded spot our nudity is not a completely private affair. Over the last few years I've developed a very blas� attitude to nudity and it is of little concern who sees me nude. From what I can tell Rebecca has very much the same attitude as me. If mum and dad have friends over then none of us find it a need to dress. Rebecca did go through a period of wearing clothes whenever her friends called. Strangely she was happy to remain nude if Chris has friends over. She's now grown out of this and keeps her clothes off unless leaving the farm.