"You really can't tell, can you?" asked Karyn, continuing to giggle. "I'll give you a hint, its something to do with your clothing."
Jon looked in the mirror. He looked the same as always. This puzzled Jon; Karyn said that his clothing had changed. But they hadn't. How could they, when Jon had never worn clothing in his life? He was a nudist, just like he and his family had always been. Seeing his family nude was the most natural thing in the world for him.
"But, Karyn," said Jon. "How could you possibly change my clothes? I'm a nudists. You can't change not-clothes."
"But I did change your clothes," said Karyn, slyly. "I took them away. I wished that you were a nudist."
"But, I've always been a nudist," protested Jon. "I've been a nudists for as long as I can remember. I like it. I've never really seen the point in wearing clothes and then wanting to see people naked. Even seeing my parents and siblings naked feels normal to me. It even feels normal being naked around people who wear clothes, and even they don't seem to mind that I'm a nudist and they're not. I mean, you've never seemed to find it odd that I'm a nudist and you're not. Do you meen that all my memories of being naked are wrong?"
"I'm afraid so," said Karyn. "You're not a nudist in real life and you'd probably be dying if your real self were naked in front of me now."
"So, are you going to change me back?" asked Jon.
"Only if you want me too," said Karyn. "After all, this seems normal to you. You're not embaressed to be naked around me and I'm getting used to seeing you nude, as well. If you want, we can spend some time like this before we go back."
"All right," said Jon.
"Great," said Karyn. "Now let's go exploring."
