I can hear mice clicking all over Susan's now as they click on the subject line. Yes, gentle readers, I went and got nude.
Many years ago I and my girlfriend at the time, who would eventually become my first ex-wife, visited a nudist camp called Naked City about 40 miles south of Illinois.
We visited a few times and I got quite an eyeful of people. And there are the same kinds of people as you would meet on the street. Very few of them were statuesque, and most, like me, were very, very common.
It was exhilarating at first, being exposed to the sun and having nothing to hide. I, of course, was watching the women. And internally I was very jealous, or rather envious, of them. I wanted to be one of them. To be so casually naked. And exposed. And female.
Social nudism is an interesting thing. At least for me and most nudists, it is not a turn on sexually, but in a way it allows one a connection to nature that being clothed seems to hide. It's hard to explain, but I feel free-er? I don't know. But it is fun in any case.
This past weekend, Pat and I were lying in bed on Saturday morning. We really didn't have any plans for the weekend, except the regular drudgery that weekends have become. You know, clean the house, do the laundry, maybe either have a cook out or eat out. But nothing extraordinary.
At that precise time I happened to be thinking about my experiences so many years ago and had my laptop on. I had been doing a search for nudist camps in the area. Naked City had changed hands many years ago. But there was another club that came up in the same area.
Their page was up on my laptop when Pat asked “Sowaddayawannadotoday?”
I swung my laptop around and showed her the page. It is very conservative and shows very little, but there were a bunch of people naked in a pool.
“We've talked about this a few times but we never got around to it. How about today?”
“I never thought you were serious!” she said.
“Well, I never wanted to go when I was in transition. After all I was half-n-half and I hated what was below my waist. But now...”
“You really want to do this?” she asked, incredulously.
“Yeah!”
“Let's go!”
“ROADTRIP!!!!”
And so we piled into the car. We got the directions, grabbed a couple of towels, threw a couple of beach chairs in the trunk and headed off.
When I told my daughter where we were headed, she simply said “Oh, Ok, enjoy yourselves!”
Goddess, I love my kids, really! Hell, after you change your gender there really is very little that could do more than raise an eyebrow.
Through out the trip there, Pat kept saying “I can't believe we're doing this!” with a big grin on her face.
There really isn't an address on their website, though there are directions. We followed the directions and down one of the country roads we saw a simple billboard with the club's name on it and had an arrow pointing down a small road. About half a mile down the road was another simple sign pointing to the entrance down a secluded wooded road.
At the end of the road there was a covered gate and an office next to the gate where one checks in.
We went into the office and there were two women behind a counter (fully clothed) who greeted us warmly and asked if we wanted to have a day pass.
We said yes and they asked for our drivers license. They started to write up the receipts for the day passes.
One woman who appeared to be the senior of the two asked for single pass payments for each of us.
The way most camps of this nature work is that a single is one price and a couple is the same price. But to most camps, a couple consists of a male and a female. Same sex couples are not considered a “couple” and are charged double.
I said that Pat and I are partners and that she was my husband and that we live together.
“Well, really we consider a couple to be a man and a woman.”
“But we are married.” All right so we haven't had a ceremony yet, but we have pledged our troth to each other, and we both wear wedding rings.
Then she noticed that the address on both of our licenses was the same.
“Oh, you do live together, don't you.”
“Yes”
“Well, I guess that's different. We really don't have a policy for same sex couples, you are the first that I know of. I don't really see a problem with it. But we do have rules about being overly affectionate. We don't know how the children would react.”
Alright then, a bunch of people completely nude is considered natural, yet two women holding hands would be unnatural. Nudists are actually quite conservative in many ways.
“We can be discreet.”
“Ok, well here are our rules, please read them over.”
The rules are what you might expect in a place that has naked people. They were mostly male oriented. I paraphrase only slightly: No wanking off, no ogling, no sitting in your car (and wanking off), no undue advances to anyone, DO NOT EVEN THINK OF LOOKING AT THE CHILDREN!, no cameras, cell phones or anything else that can take a picture (they will be confiscated), clothing is not optional and not allowed in the pool, bring your own towel and beach chair. While social nudism may be uncomfortable for the first time, disrobing is required (this is a nudist camp after all). Any infraction of the rules is grounds for immediate expulsion without refund.
I'm sure that there were probably plenty of very beefy (and naked) guys that would escort you, ungraciously, back through the gate, and it may or may not open in time.
Actually the rules were pretty simple. Have fun being naked and don't hurt anyone. It seemed plain enough to me.
The lady behind the desk told us how to get to the pool area where we could park the car and then said that she would open the gate for us.
We drove around the park and pulled up behind the pool. By this time Pat has a grin on her face from ear to ear.
“We're really going to do this?!”
“Yes, my darling, we really are” I said.
We get out and stand by the car. She on the passenger side, me on the driver side. I see my reflection in the glass of the back seat door. I pull off my shorts and under pants and then stare at myself as I take off my top.
A gentle breeze caresses my skin.
All over my skin.
This is the first time that all of my skin has been exposed to the open air since before my daughters were born.
And it is the very first time I have stood, sky-clad as the Wiccans call it, as the female I am on the outside as I have always been on the inside.
I stared at my reflection in the glass for several moments.
I was casually naked!
I was exposed!
I was female!
OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!
My breath leaves me for a moment and I feel light headed and I grab the car door for support.
This was a seminal moment for me. I did not ever expect to feel as truly in touch with myself and connected to the earth as I did at that moment. It was an exhilaration I have rarely felt.
After a few moments, my head clears and I feel more stable.
I deposit my clothes in the car and notice that Pat has not waited for me but has bolted for the pool, buck naked. Wadda gal!
I grab my wallet from my purse, my towel, and get the chairs from the car and follow Pat into the pool area.
The pool is the centerpiece of the camp and is quite nice and large. It has a circular wading area at one end and a deeper section for regular swimming. Not quite olympic sized, but close.
It is still early and there is no one at the pool except us. I set up the beach chairs and drop my towel in one and head for the water.
We were about the only ones in the pool area, and the only one to try the water that early in the morning. The water was reasonably warm as we worked our way into the pool. We splashed around for a little bit and generally had some fun.
We had left the house without eating breakfast, thinking that the resort would have some sort of cafe. After all you really can't just hop in your car, in the buff and head for McDonald's or some thing. We were getting hungry and I wanted to know where the eatery might be. There was one other person at the pool at the time. So I walked over and asked if he knew where the cafe, or whatever it was might be. He said that he was his fist time as well and he was getting hungry as well.
There is a certain unsaid social contract when you interact with other nude people. Of course you can see that they are naked, you are too, so it is not inappropriate to look, just don't stare. Usually you make eye contact. After a while the whole nude thing becomes background, much like the color or cut of the clothes a person wears when you interact with them. Mostly.
Anyway, we walk around to the other end of the pool and find another man and ask about food. He says that one of the members will be starting up a grill about noon and then start cooking and we could buy food from him. That was about all there was.
Well we splashed around in the pool for a while, and people started to show up. All wearing their birthday suits. Some had very nice all over tans, and some were as pale as I was. I was so pale that I initially afraid that I would be hunted by Cap'n Ahab who would be yelling “Thar she blows!!!”
Like similar situations in other places, people were pleasant, but not overly so. We would look at other people and smile and they would nod and smile back. Occasionally a short conversation would start up when a regular member would come by and not recognize us. Usually asking if this was our first time, did we like it, and were were we from.
Through out all of this, never once in all that scrutiny by males and females alike was there even a flicker of doubt about who I was, or what I might have been in a previous life. As you may have heard me say, I feel so comfortable being myself now, that I have to remind myself that I haven't always been this way. But you really can't get any better validation about your gender than to walk around completely nude in the midst of a bunch of other nude people.
On toward noon at the pavilion near the pool someone started bringing up a grill and fixings for a barbeque. Ah lunch! Pat and I had skipped breakfast so that we could get on the road and worked up a pretty good appetite by then.
We took our towels and headed up to the pavilion.
Carrying your towels with you is kind of de rigueur at a nudist camp. It is considered polite to cover what you are putting your behind on.
The guy who was setting up, Rick, was personable and quite adept at setting up his area. We had seen that today's menu would consist of hamburgers, brats, and chicken breast sandwiches.
We started a conversation with him as he set up and started cooking. He was quite friendly and kept up a running banter with us and the others who had started to show up as the aroma from the grill started to waft out into the area.
Throughout the time we were at the pavilion, people were quite nice to us and it was very easy to strike up a conversation. People would walk by and just start talking to us. It really is different with all your clothes off. Being nude is quite an equalizer.
We sat and talked with him for what seemed like an hour. Since no one wears a watch in a nudist camp, time has a strange way of flowing.
As the afternoon progressed, the weather changed very quickly from bright and sunny to overcast as dark and ominous storm clouds moved in. Rick, our grillmaster, turned off the grill and prepared for a storm. He came and sat by us and we talked. He said that he would stick around because it looked like it would pass, but if things got really bad we would be welcome to take shelter at his place. He had been there for over thirty years and he and his wife had a home in the resort.
As our conversation went along we were quite well received. Rick took us around to his other friends and introduced us.
We talked at length about the camp's standing on same sex couples. Neither Rick, nor anyone else that he introduced us to saw any problem with me introducing Pat as my partner and husband. But the standing of the official rules of the camp was that a couple were considered male/female. He had talked with the owners in various meetings about changing it, but nothing had come of it.
The storm that came through was with strong winds and some moderately hard rain. And lightning. Pat and I covered up with our towels as did others as the storm and wind move through. I felt very exposed as the lightning and thunder moved through. Most of the people stayed in the pavilion. After a little while the storm did move on and it was sunny once again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between sunbathing, swimming and chatting with others.
When I first tried nudism back so many years ago, I got an all over sunburn. Trust me that is not comfortable no matter what gender you are. This time I was much more conservative and used sunblock and lotion. I did get a little bit red, but nothing like the extra-crispy I was the first time.
Our grillmaster and new found friend spent a lot of time with us, or we with him. It seemed to be that we just naturally hit it off. And his wife was very personable as well. When we would sit in the pavilion we would just chatter away with her.
Late in the afternoon, Rick finished his grilling duties and shut down the grill. He put everything away and then came and sat with us. He invited us to his home to visit some more. He also invited us to participate in the evenings activity called a golf cart poker run. More on that in a bit.
We climbed into his golf cart and rode over to his house. When we got there, we talked some more about our lives and the things that had gone on. Except for one thing. My thing. Or rather my lack of a thing. But it was like we had known them all our lives. They really opened up to us, and we with them. It was very relaxed and enjoyable.
Later he took us over to another members house where they were gathering for the pre-party get together for the golf cart poker run. Several people were there and he introduced us to them.
We were warmly welcomed and had a wonderful time. These people were witty and funny and accepted us it was at face value. We really seemed to be taken into their hearts.
Rick also took me around to some of the other members houses and introduced me to them as well. When Rick found out that I was an actor, he took me over to one lady's house who had formed one of the community theatres in Chicago. Being nude leaves nothing to the imagination as you might expect. And body type discussion are considered non-offensive.
When we went over to the lady who started the theatre I struck up a conversation about acting and being on stage and had a very nice interlude with her and her friends.
Near the end of the conversation she innocently asked, “Are those your real breasts?”
I figure that, being an actor, she has seen many types of bodies and probably a fair share of augmented boobs as well. She probably picked up on the shape and general perkiness of my breasts given my age and also, perhaps the fine, but quite discernible scars on the lower edge of my nipples where I had some touch up surgery done just a couple of months back.
I smiled and said no and we left it at that. I wondered too if, she may have wondered about my general build as well. While my second puberty is advanced, and my butt has a fair roundness to it and my hips have a certain flare to them, I really do have a male's body. But she said nothing further about it and we continued our conversation as if all she had asked me is if I had wanted sugar for my tea.
We rejoined the pre-party get together and a little wile later as it was getting to be night, our hosts said that it was time for the poker run.
Driving full sized vehicles at the camp is really not approved accept for getting in and getting out. All other transport is by foot, bicycle, and golf cart.
I had never heard of a golf cart poker run before, and Rick said it was just like a motorcycle poker run, except with golf carts and not motorcycles.
Right.
I pressed further and found out that it was a bunch of people going from one house to another, drinking, snacking, having general fun, then getting a card stamped that had various playing card symbols on it.
Oh boy. A bunch of drunk nude people driving golf carts in the dark. This had “fun” written all over it.
I was initially hesitant as I really wasn't looking forward to driving home over fifty miles after a poker run.
Rick offered a bed for the night if we decided to stay for the poker run and were too tired, or inebriated, afterwards.
Throughout the whole day, Pat's smile had never left her face and embraced everyone she met, either figuratively or literally. She was having a ball, as was I, and I figured “What the heck” and said yes.
As I mentioned, at each house a card would be stamped with some random playing card symbol. The object was that, at the end of the run, you would compare the symbols on your card with those of the “dealer” at the end of the run. The dealer would deal himself a set of regular playing cards when your turn came. If you beat the dealer, then you were put in a raffle for some prizes.
Basically an excuse to have a good time with your neighbors.
Well we had a great time. We went to this and people were in various stages of undress from shorts and tee shirts to bath towels like Pat and I had. After sundown, when the temperature drops, strict nudity is not required of the members so it is “wear what you like”.
Yeah we did drink. And by the end I was in no real condition to drive from exhaustion and liquor. Pat and I took the offer of a bed for the night and bedded down very soon after we got back.
Now, you might figure that a bunch of nude people drinking would lead to promiscuity and orgies or something.
Actually no. Really, being nude becomes something in the background very quickly and normal social mores are just as expected as you would find in any other similar clothed situation. I'm not saying that promiscuity doesn't happen, it's just that being nude within the nudest society is not an excuse for a breakdown of social norms. There are every type of person from quite young to quite old and many families of people. In much the same way as you might find many different types of people in your neighborhood, so too are the varieties of people in the nudist culture. The one thing they share is the joy of nature and nudism. And in many ways, I think I share their view too. This was not a “romp” for me. It really did allow me to connect with nature that I had not done since my last exploration of nudism back more than a couple of decades, and a whole different gender ago.
In the morning, our hosts were still quite tired and slept in. As I was writing a note to them thanking them for their hospitality, Rick's wife came out and we hugged and said that we enjoyed ourselves greatly and we would be back, just as soon as time and tide allowed.
Getting dressed to leave was kind of dreary and actually felt a little alien. We had been nude for just a little less than a day and had become quite comfortable with it.
We left and headed back to our home. Clothed. Feeling oddly cut off from nature.
But now, upon reflection, I am feeling some guilt. These wonderful people had taken me into their hearts and homes and accept me as who I claim myself to be. And yet they do not know my history. As I mentioned, nudists can be very conservative people. And while they did not have a problem with myself and my husband as a same sex couple, would they accept me as a female born male? I fear that I have deceived them and that I should tell them, at least our first friend, of my background. I fear that they will ask us to leave.
I'm afraid to go back. But Pat wants to. She, as well as I, had a wonderful time. And not because we were naked longer than we had been in a long time, but because we found some wonderful, loving people that opened their lives to us.
I've sent our nice hosts a thank you card. I'm still debating whether or not to tell them. If we choose to become one of their family, my past will eventually come out.
We shall see.
-Sandy(I'm naked under my clothes you know)
Many years ago I and my girlfriend at the time, who would eventually become my first ex-wife, visited a nudist camp called Naked City about 40 miles south of Illinois.
We visited a few times and I got quite an eyeful of people. And there are the same kinds of people as you would meet on the street. Very few of them were statuesque, and most, like me, were very, very common.
It was exhilarating at first, being exposed to the sun and having nothing to hide. I, of course, was watching the women. And internally I was very jealous, or rather envious, of them. I wanted to be one of them. To be so casually naked. And exposed. And female.
Social nudism is an interesting thing. At least for me and most nudists, it is not a turn on sexually, but in a way it allows one a connection to nature that being clothed seems to hide. It's hard to explain, but I feel free-er? I don't know. But it is fun in any case.
This past weekend, Pat and I were lying in bed on Saturday morning. We really didn't have any plans for the weekend, except the regular drudgery that weekends have become. You know, clean the house, do the laundry, maybe either have a cook out or eat out. But nothing extraordinary.
At that precise time I happened to be thinking about my experiences so many years ago and had my laptop on. I had been doing a search for nudist camps in the area. Naked City had changed hands many years ago. But there was another club that came up in the same area.
Their page was up on my laptop when Pat asked “Sowaddayawannadotoday?”
I swung my laptop around and showed her the page. It is very conservative and shows very little, but there were a bunch of people naked in a pool.
“We've talked about this a few times but we never got around to it. How about today?”
“I never thought you were serious!” she said.
“Well, I never wanted to go when I was in transition. After all I was half-n-half and I hated what was below my waist. But now...”
“You really want to do this?” she asked, incredulously.
“Yeah!”
“Let's go!”
“ROADTRIP!!!!”
And so we piled into the car. We got the directions, grabbed a couple of towels, threw a couple of beach chairs in the trunk and headed off.
When I told my daughter where we were headed, she simply said “Oh, Ok, enjoy yourselves!”
Goddess, I love my kids, really! Hell, after you change your gender there really is very little that could do more than raise an eyebrow.
Through out the trip there, Pat kept saying “I can't believe we're doing this!” with a big grin on her face.
There really isn't an address on their website, though there are directions. We followed the directions and down one of the country roads we saw a simple billboard with the club's name on it and had an arrow pointing down a small road. About half a mile down the road was another simple sign pointing to the entrance down a secluded wooded road.
At the end of the road there was a covered gate and an office next to the gate where one checks in.
We went into the office and there were two women behind a counter (fully clothed) who greeted us warmly and asked if we wanted to have a day pass.
We said yes and they asked for our drivers license. They started to write up the receipts for the day passes.
One woman who appeared to be the senior of the two asked for single pass payments for each of us.
The way most camps of this nature work is that a single is one price and a couple is the same price. But to most camps, a couple consists of a male and a female. Same sex couples are not considered a “couple” and are charged double.
I said that Pat and I are partners and that she was my husband and that we live together.
“Well, really we consider a couple to be a man and a woman.”
“But we are married.” All right so we haven't had a ceremony yet, but we have pledged our troth to each other, and we both wear wedding rings.
Then she noticed that the address on both of our licenses was the same.
“Oh, you do live together, don't you.”
“Yes”
“Well, I guess that's different. We really don't have a policy for same sex couples, you are the first that I know of. I don't really see a problem with it. But we do have rules about being overly affectionate. We don't know how the children would react.”
Alright then, a bunch of people completely nude is considered natural, yet two women holding hands would be unnatural. Nudists are actually quite conservative in many ways.
“We can be discreet.”
“Ok, well here are our rules, please read them over.”
The rules are what you might expect in a place that has naked people. They were mostly male oriented. I paraphrase only slightly: No wanking off, no ogling, no sitting in your car (and wanking off), no undue advances to anyone, DO NOT EVEN THINK OF LOOKING AT THE CHILDREN!, no cameras, cell phones or anything else that can take a picture (they will be confiscated), clothing is not optional and not allowed in the pool, bring your own towel and beach chair. While social nudism may be uncomfortable for the first time, disrobing is required (this is a nudist camp after all). Any infraction of the rules is grounds for immediate expulsion without refund.
I'm sure that there were probably plenty of very beefy (and naked) guys that would escort you, ungraciously, back through the gate, and it may or may not open in time.
Actually the rules were pretty simple. Have fun being naked and don't hurt anyone. It seemed plain enough to me.
The lady behind the desk told us how to get to the pool area where we could park the car and then said that she would open the gate for us.
We drove around the park and pulled up behind the pool. By this time Pat has a grin on her face from ear to ear.
“We're really going to do this?!”
“Yes, my darling, we really are” I said.
We get out and stand by the car. She on the passenger side, me on the driver side. I see my reflection in the glass of the back seat door. I pull off my shorts and under pants and then stare at myself as I take off my top.
A gentle breeze caresses my skin.
All over my skin.
This is the first time that all of my skin has been exposed to the open air since before my daughters were born.
And it is the very first time I have stood, sky-clad as the Wiccans call it, as the female I am on the outside as I have always been on the inside.
I stared at my reflection in the glass for several moments.
I was casually naked!
I was exposed!
I was female!
OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!
My breath leaves me for a moment and I feel light headed and I grab the car door for support.
This was a seminal moment for me. I did not ever expect to feel as truly in touch with myself and connected to the earth as I did at that moment. It was an exhilaration I have rarely felt.
After a few moments, my head clears and I feel more stable.
I deposit my clothes in the car and notice that Pat has not waited for me but has bolted for the pool, buck naked. Wadda gal!
I grab my wallet from my purse, my towel, and get the chairs from the car and follow Pat into the pool area.
The pool is the centerpiece of the camp and is quite nice and large. It has a circular wading area at one end and a deeper section for regular swimming. Not quite olympic sized, but close.
It is still early and there is no one at the pool except us. I set up the beach chairs and drop my towel in one and head for the water.
We were about the only ones in the pool area, and the only one to try the water that early in the morning. The water was reasonably warm as we worked our way into the pool. We splashed around for a little bit and generally had some fun.
We had left the house without eating breakfast, thinking that the resort would have some sort of cafe. After all you really can't just hop in your car, in the buff and head for McDonald's or some thing. We were getting hungry and I wanted to know where the eatery might be. There was one other person at the pool at the time. So I walked over and asked if he knew where the cafe, or whatever it was might be. He said that he was his fist time as well and he was getting hungry as well.
There is a certain unsaid social contract when you interact with other nude people. Of course you can see that they are naked, you are too, so it is not inappropriate to look, just don't stare. Usually you make eye contact. After a while the whole nude thing becomes background, much like the color or cut of the clothes a person wears when you interact with them. Mostly.
Anyway, we walk around to the other end of the pool and find another man and ask about food. He says that one of the members will be starting up a grill about noon and then start cooking and we could buy food from him. That was about all there was.
Well we splashed around in the pool for a while, and people started to show up. All wearing their birthday suits. Some had very nice all over tans, and some were as pale as I was. I was so pale that I initially afraid that I would be hunted by Cap'n Ahab who would be yelling “Thar she blows!!!”
Like similar situations in other places, people were pleasant, but not overly so. We would look at other people and smile and they would nod and smile back. Occasionally a short conversation would start up when a regular member would come by and not recognize us. Usually asking if this was our first time, did we like it, and were were we from.
Through out all of this, never once in all that scrutiny by males and females alike was there even a flicker of doubt about who I was, or what I might have been in a previous life. As you may have heard me say, I feel so comfortable being myself now, that I have to remind myself that I haven't always been this way. But you really can't get any better validation about your gender than to walk around completely nude in the midst of a bunch of other nude people.
On toward noon at the pavilion near the pool someone started bringing up a grill and fixings for a barbeque. Ah lunch! Pat and I had skipped breakfast so that we could get on the road and worked up a pretty good appetite by then.
We took our towels and headed up to the pavilion.
Carrying your towels with you is kind of de rigueur at a nudist camp. It is considered polite to cover what you are putting your behind on.
The guy who was setting up, Rick, was personable and quite adept at setting up his area. We had seen that today's menu would consist of hamburgers, brats, and chicken breast sandwiches.
We started a conversation with him as he set up and started cooking. He was quite friendly and kept up a running banter with us and the others who had started to show up as the aroma from the grill started to waft out into the area.
Throughout the time we were at the pavilion, people were quite nice to us and it was very easy to strike up a conversation. People would walk by and just start talking to us. It really is different with all your clothes off. Being nude is quite an equalizer.
We sat and talked with him for what seemed like an hour. Since no one wears a watch in a nudist camp, time has a strange way of flowing.
As the afternoon progressed, the weather changed very quickly from bright and sunny to overcast as dark and ominous storm clouds moved in. Rick, our grillmaster, turned off the grill and prepared for a storm. He came and sat by us and we talked. He said that he would stick around because it looked like it would pass, but if things got really bad we would be welcome to take shelter at his place. He had been there for over thirty years and he and his wife had a home in the resort.
As our conversation went along we were quite well received. Rick took us around to his other friends and introduced us.
We talked at length about the camp's standing on same sex couples. Neither Rick, nor anyone else that he introduced us to saw any problem with me introducing Pat as my partner and husband. But the standing of the official rules of the camp was that a couple were considered male/female. He had talked with the owners in various meetings about changing it, but nothing had come of it.
The storm that came through was with strong winds and some moderately hard rain. And lightning. Pat and I covered up with our towels as did others as the storm and wind move through. I felt very exposed as the lightning and thunder moved through. Most of the people stayed in the pavilion. After a little while the storm did move on and it was sunny once again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon alternating between sunbathing, swimming and chatting with others.
When I first tried nudism back so many years ago, I got an all over sunburn. Trust me that is not comfortable no matter what gender you are. This time I was much more conservative and used sunblock and lotion. I did get a little bit red, but nothing like the extra-crispy I was the first time.
Our grillmaster and new found friend spent a lot of time with us, or we with him. It seemed to be that we just naturally hit it off. And his wife was very personable as well. When we would sit in the pavilion we would just chatter away with her.
Late in the afternoon, Rick finished his grilling duties and shut down the grill. He put everything away and then came and sat with us. He invited us to his home to visit some more. He also invited us to participate in the evenings activity called a golf cart poker run. More on that in a bit.
We climbed into his golf cart and rode over to his house. When we got there, we talked some more about our lives and the things that had gone on. Except for one thing. My thing. Or rather my lack of a thing. But it was like we had known them all our lives. They really opened up to us, and we with them. It was very relaxed and enjoyable.
Later he took us over to another members house where they were gathering for the pre-party get together for the golf cart poker run. Several people were there and he introduced us to them.
We were warmly welcomed and had a wonderful time. These people were witty and funny and accepted us it was at face value. We really seemed to be taken into their hearts.
Rick also took me around to some of the other members houses and introduced me to them as well. When Rick found out that I was an actor, he took me over to one lady's house who had formed one of the community theatres in Chicago. Being nude leaves nothing to the imagination as you might expect. And body type discussion are considered non-offensive.
When we went over to the lady who started the theatre I struck up a conversation about acting and being on stage and had a very nice interlude with her and her friends.
Near the end of the conversation she innocently asked, “Are those your real breasts?”
I figure that, being an actor, she has seen many types of bodies and probably a fair share of augmented boobs as well. She probably picked up on the shape and general perkiness of my breasts given my age and also, perhaps the fine, but quite discernible scars on the lower edge of my nipples where I had some touch up surgery done just a couple of months back.
I smiled and said no and we left it at that. I wondered too if, she may have wondered about my general build as well. While my second puberty is advanced, and my butt has a fair roundness to it and my hips have a certain flare to them, I really do have a male's body. But she said nothing further about it and we continued our conversation as if all she had asked me is if I had wanted sugar for my tea.
We rejoined the pre-party get together and a little wile later as it was getting to be night, our hosts said that it was time for the poker run.
Driving full sized vehicles at the camp is really not approved accept for getting in and getting out. All other transport is by foot, bicycle, and golf cart.
I had never heard of a golf cart poker run before, and Rick said it was just like a motorcycle poker run, except with golf carts and not motorcycles.
Right.
I pressed further and found out that it was a bunch of people going from one house to another, drinking, snacking, having general fun, then getting a card stamped that had various playing card symbols on it.
Oh boy. A bunch of drunk nude people driving golf carts in the dark. This had “fun” written all over it.
I was initially hesitant as I really wasn't looking forward to driving home over fifty miles after a poker run.
Rick offered a bed for the night if we decided to stay for the poker run and were too tired, or inebriated, afterwards.
Throughout the whole day, Pat's smile had never left her face and embraced everyone she met, either figuratively or literally. She was having a ball, as was I, and I figured “What the heck” and said yes.
As I mentioned, at each house a card would be stamped with some random playing card symbol. The object was that, at the end of the run, you would compare the symbols on your card with those of the “dealer” at the end of the run. The dealer would deal himself a set of regular playing cards when your turn came. If you beat the dealer, then you were put in a raffle for some prizes.
Basically an excuse to have a good time with your neighbors.
Well we had a great time. We went to this and people were in various stages of undress from shorts and tee shirts to bath towels like Pat and I had. After sundown, when the temperature drops, strict nudity is not required of the members so it is “wear what you like”.
Yeah we did drink. And by the end I was in no real condition to drive from exhaustion and liquor. Pat and I took the offer of a bed for the night and bedded down very soon after we got back.
Now, you might figure that a bunch of nude people drinking would lead to promiscuity and orgies or something.
Actually no. Really, being nude becomes something in the background very quickly and normal social mores are just as expected as you would find in any other similar clothed situation. I'm not saying that promiscuity doesn't happen, it's just that being nude within the nudest society is not an excuse for a breakdown of social norms. There are every type of person from quite young to quite old and many families of people. In much the same way as you might find many different types of people in your neighborhood, so too are the varieties of people in the nudist culture. The one thing they share is the joy of nature and nudism. And in many ways, I think I share their view too. This was not a “romp” for me. It really did allow me to connect with nature that I had not done since my last exploration of nudism back more than a couple of decades, and a whole different gender ago.
In the morning, our hosts were still quite tired and slept in. As I was writing a note to them thanking them for their hospitality, Rick's wife came out and we hugged and said that we enjoyed ourselves greatly and we would be back, just as soon as time and tide allowed.
Getting dressed to leave was kind of dreary and actually felt a little alien. We had been nude for just a little less than a day and had become quite comfortable with it.
We left and headed back to our home. Clothed. Feeling oddly cut off from nature.
But now, upon reflection, I am feeling some guilt. These wonderful people had taken me into their hearts and homes and accept me as who I claim myself to be. And yet they do not know my history. As I mentioned, nudists can be very conservative people. And while they did not have a problem with myself and my husband as a same sex couple, would they accept me as a female born male? I fear that I have deceived them and that I should tell them, at least our first friend, of my background. I fear that they will ask us to leave.
I'm afraid to go back. But Pat wants to. She, as well as I, had a wonderful time. And not because we were naked longer than we had been in a long time, but because we found some wonderful, loving people that opened their lives to us.
I've sent our nice hosts a thank you card. I'm still debating whether or not to tell them. If we choose to become one of their family, my past will eventually come out.
We shall see.
-Sandy(I'm naked under my clothes you know)
