Zoe wondered what she had ever seen in wearing clothes. Before, when she was in her Goth phase, wearing black was a sign of rebellion. But it seemed to her that everyone was wearing black lately. Black had become, well, ordinary. If wearing black was no longer rebellion, and everything else was strictly status quo, then what could be more rebellious than wearing nothing? It was difficult at first. Zoe wasn't the bustiest girl there, nor was she the prettiest. She kept feeling like she was being judged by the other girls, but gradually she overcame it. Now she loved nudity and planned to never look back.
Fortunately, one of her Goth friends, Athena, had also become a nudist, and for similar reasons. They had helped each other overcome their awkwardness and the bonding had made them even better friends than before. They were getting out of class at a special school for the local nudist population that afternoon and were passing by the school track field.
"Get a load of those guys," said Athena, as a couple of guys ran past, nude except for their track shoes, their naked bodies glistening with sweat.
"They're all right, I guess," said Zoe.
"All right?" said Athena. "Those guys are hot, especially without their clothing on. Don't tell me you don't want any of that."
"Oh, I do," said Zoe. "And I love being here. Nudity is so liberating. I just wish we could go out of the nudist colony in the nude, instead of having to put on clothing. It feels so unnatual now."
"You've got a point there," said Athena. "I want to stay nude permanently, too. I just wouldn't want it to become normal, you know. I mean, I gave up clothing so I would be different and I love it too much to go back."
"True that," said Zoe. "I know my mom doesn't understand it, but I'm happy now and I hope she knows that. Now lets go get something to eat. I'm starving."
