"I wish that until I wish othewise that I was being punished for something by being forced to be a nudist. I could still wear shoes, but otherwise I wouldn't be allowed to wear clothes. My nudity would not cause people to become offended or embarressed, though it would be understood that I was naked as a punishment. I would also be perfectly comfortable nude in public. I would still feel heat and cold, but neither would harm me physically. In addition, women could order me to have sex with them and I could not refuse, no matter what form of sex they ask me to have with them."
The stone flashed and Jon's clothes disappeard. He looked in his closet; his clothes were still there. He was only barred from wearing clothes, not owning them, he supposed. There was a knock on his door and his mother came in. Shocked, Jon attempted to cover his penis. "There you are, honey," said his mother. "I'm glad you started your punishment already. Remember, Jon, naked means naked. You're not to wear clothes at all. Your teachers know about your punishment, so they'll be enforcing it as well. And if any of your teachers ask you for sex, you do your best to please them, understand? Don't worry, honey. Its emberassing for a while, but you'll get used to it. Now come down to dinner. The best way to get used to nudity is in front of family." Jon followed his mother down to the kitchen, still marvelling how his mother didn't seem to bat an eye at his nudity and how comfortable he was in front of her. He wondered how the rest of his family would react.
