It was Saturday morning, shortly after 7:30 a.m. Public nudity had been legal for almost 44 hours. So far Alicia Bowman had only seen three people naked, a young couple with a toddler being carried by the father. Her husband Tim had decided not to ban naked shoppers at his hardware store, but had told her that he had not seen any yet. A few naked people had been seen about town, but whatever onrush of naked people some had predicted did not seem to be happening. Alicia was glad, in a way. She had come to the opinion that she was not really opposed simple social nakedness, but really was in no hurry to see it and even less to participate.
She just seen her husband and their 14-year-old son Derek off to a day’s work in the hardware store the and was preparing to spend the day at home with her daughter Deanna and her sister Carla’s daughter Brittany. She suspected that their friend Shelly Michalski would be stopping by. She usually did.
Alicia and Carla often exchanged Saturday day care for their children, especially for their daughters who were about the same age, enjoyed each other’s company, and at ten and eleven years of age they felt was a bit too young to leave alone for long. Alicia figured that the girls would spend the morning watching cartoons and playing video games while she prepared for Sunday dinner and worked on the hardware store books. She also wanted to give the kitchen floor a good scrubbing if she could work it in since it had been several days since it had had more than a simple mopping.
The doorbell rang. She had her head in some business books and since she assumed that it was Carla with Brittany, she yelled, “Come in.”
She looked up and saw Shelly come in. Shelly was completely naked. Although she was the same age as Deanna and Brittany, somehow she had not realized how much older Shelly looked than the other two girls. She had not been looking forward to Deanna’s puberty and adolescence with any special zeal and a glimpse of naked Shelly reminded her of uncomforting things. She also found herself concerned for Shelly’s welfare.
She paused for a few seconds before figuring out what to say.
“Good morning, Shelly. Did you bring any clothes with you today?”
“No, Mrs. Bowman. Don’t need them no more. Didn’t you know that?”
“Well, you don’t need them to be legal, but you can’t just go anyplace without them. How did you get here?”
“I walked.”
Alicia wanted to send Shelly home to get some clothes, but the Michalskis lived three blocks away. Alicia was already shuddering at the idea that Shelly had made the trip across the neighborhood naked already and certainly did not want the child making another trip home by herself naked.
“Can I call your mother to have her bring you something to wear?”
“She isn’t home.”
“She didn’t leave you home naked by yourself, did she?”
“Oh, no. I wasn’t naked when she left. Mark is supposed to be looking after me, but he said it was OK for me to come here.” Mark was Shelly’s older brother, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
“He said it was all right for you to come here naked?”
“Well, I just did that. He didn’t say anything about that and he didn’t see me when I left.”
“Well, you need to go home and get some clothes, but I don’t want you walking again –not naked through the neighborhood. You don’t know what kind of people you’ll meet making the trip. Can you call Mark and have him bring you something.”
“He won’t do it. He doesn’t like to touch girls’ clothing, except for what he is trying to get them off his girlfriend. And he’s probably not there. I’m sure that as soon as I left that he left too.”
‘Would anybody be home?”
“Probably not.”
“Can you call him, anyway. I know that nakedness is legal now, but I’m not sure I want it here in my house and I am not sure that Deanna and Brittany will be comfortable.”
Alicia had not noticed that Deanna had entered the room from the door behind her, but her daughter spoke up.
“I think she’s cool, Mom. I was thinking I could maybe take mine off too, only as long as we stay here, but I’m not sure that Brittany is cool with it. In fact, she probably isn’t.”
“Keep your clothes on, young lady. We’ll talk about all this some other time,” Alicia told her daughter.
Turning back to Shelly, she repeated her request for Shelly to call her brother. Shelly grabbed her phone and called him. Alicia was not encouraged by what she heard.
“Can you bring me some clothes? I’m at Deanna’s. … No, I didn’t wear any. …”You didn’t say I had to, either. Nobody told me I had to. … Where are you going? … OK, thanks.”
Turning to Alicia, she said, “I was right, Mrs. Bowman. He skipped out as soon as I left.”
“Well, I better call your mother.”
She called Ann Michalski’s cell phone. The girls could hear her groan when she discovered that she had reached voice mail. She left a message for Ann to call her, but imagined that a response would not be immediate.
“Well, Shelly, you are welcome here, but I really don’t want you here naked. Deanna will see if something of hers will fit you well enough for you to get by for the morning. Your mother and I will need to talk later. Go ahead girls. Go up and see what you can find.”
The two girls went off to Shelly’s room.
“Your mom’s kind of bent on this, ain’t she?” Shelly commented.
“Well, she’s pretty cool, I think. But something about this nakedness thing confuses her. She and my dad kind of promised me that I’ll be allowed to go naked, but they haven’t told me when or where. And Derek is scared shitless that somebody is going to make him do it. That really creeps him out.”
“Scared shitless” was a phrase she knew her parents did not approve of, but she had heard her father and some of the older people in her family use it, so she used it sometimes herself.
Shelly commented, “I think my brothers are all scared shitless too, but I know that any of them will do it if enough other guys call them chicken. And I think that the right girl might get them to do it too. Mark is trying so hard to fuck Morgan and I don’t think she’s ever going to let him. It’s funny. He wants to get her clothes off, but I’ll bet that she has his off first.”
Deanna knew that her parents did not like to hear the f-word spoken and did not use it herself, but somehow accepted that Shelly had no such compunctions.
“You ever seen him naked?”
“Yeah, and I don’t think Morgan will like it if she sees it. It doesn’t look very long.”
“Well, you haven’t seen very many, at least not grownups in person.”
“Well, no. But it doesn’t look like much to me. If he ever gets to fuck her, she’ll be disappointed.”
Deanna knew that her parents had been clear that she was not to use the f-word and she never used it herself, but she knew that Shelly was responsible to a different parent. She had never thought of Derek attempting sexual intercourse and somehow it just did not seem right to be talking about one’s big brother’s sex life or lack thereof.
They looked for something for Shelly to wear. Shelly was taller and heavier than her friend, but they found a pair of Deanna’s sweats which covered her up, although they were a little tight and left some midriff bare and only came down to a few inches above the ankles.
As they finished getting Shelly dressed, Carla had dropped off Brittany and Brittany ran up the steps to greet them. They had started to watch the television in Deanna’s room when Alicia came up to them.
“You girls behave now. I know you will, but I always remind you. I’ll be downstairs. And sorry, Shelly, about that misunderstanding. You can wear those sweats home when you go.”
Alicia left the girls alone but stayed close enough in the house to hear anything louder than usual.
Welcome
I have been intrigued with how society handles the freedoms and opportunities it has and how various rights and responsibilities can sometimes conflict with others’ rights and responsibilities.
I came up with the idea of a place like Conway Corners and the choices it is facing, perhaps because I have also spent more of my life naked than most women my age. The situation that Conway Corners is in seems bizarre, yet it is not so implausible as to seem totally impossible.
The state's Supreme Court has just given everybody a new right, one few had asked for or ever expected to be granted, the right to go about undressed, and now society is transitioning to becoming clothing optional. This story examines how people adjust to that right, how it might be used and abused, and how people who have been seeking other rights or who would prefer to reduce existing freedoms adjust to the changes. It also looks at the ways that families and people interact with each other.
The story does involve a fair amount of nudity, but if you are looking for pornography you are in the wrong place. (However, with a little searching, you can probably find a porn site if you try hard enough [or even if you don't]). There are no lingering descriptions of the naked bodies or body parts and the specifics of any undressing are not lingered on. The most explicit reference to a sexual activity (in the initial story, at least) is one in which a couple wakes up in bed and a used condom is thrown into a waste basket.
The large, initial story (Conway Corners approaches N-Day) covers a lot of ground and introduces many people and situations. It is intended to provide a “universe” in which other stories, short or long, can be added. Reader suggestions or input for more stories will be accepted and I have established a moderated Google Group (Conway Corners -- discussions of choices and consequences) for this. Feedback is welcomed.
The chapters are posted in reverse format. I guess blogs work that way. However, links to individual chapters are on the left and you may find them helpful in navigating the story.
Enjoy this story and maybe let it make you think.
Leelee
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