My first time at a naturist/nudist place.
My first time, I was so nervous. A couple of times, I drove a long way to get there and when I saw the gate, I turned back, because of fear. Fear of seeing naked people and them seeing me. I knew I love and more comfortable being nude. I was worried about everything. Will they judge me on how I looked, my character and more. Then I'd realized I started being smooth the last few months and I did not want to return to having hair. I was determined if I was going to be around nude people, I should go ahead and be proud about being smooth. For me it looked and felt better. So I finally got the nerve to go again to the place. I went through the gate and it seemed normal until I saw a guy walking away, completely nude, in the parking lot, only holding a towel in his hand. I focus on his butt and realized, I was not in Kansas anymore. My heart raced and I thought I was having a panic attack. Then I was thinking if I love being nude so much, the people here must love it more than me and they socialize being nude. I parked and walked up to the check-in. My legs were wobbling. I said it was my first time here (I was still clothed). She stood up and she showed her very smooth woman's area. We sat down and people were walking around and all of them were smooth. I started to feel better about my smoothness. Now, I am thinking I did a great job making sure I was smooth before I left my home. Then a guy stepped from inside and he said he was looking for his keys. The check-in woman and myself said we did see any keys. Then he said "let me check my pockets". He patted himself down. I was thinking this guy is completely nude, no socks, barefoot, no nothing patting himself down. Then he said " I forgot, I have no pockets". We all laughed and that was the ice breaker for me. I went back to my car and got nude. Most people at my place are smooth and if you have hair, you would be the oddball. I even heard some of the women go to a person that does wax jobs for them, the members. Being smooth has a great look and feel. This goes for men and women. I make sure I am always smooth and no stubble at anytime. I know some of my friends complain that people with no hair look like little kids. But if they hang out with nudists/ naturists today, half or most people are smoothed, men and women. I think the hair thing is over. Being nude all day, I can't imagine having hair down there. To me, it shows that a person is clean and takes care of themselves if they are smooth.
I was born a boy by all accounts, I was a feminine boy among girls like my older sister and her friends, and mom and her friends from college, birds of a feather, they all wanted liberation sexually, and nude and openly over-sexualized inside our world. I wasn't yet overtly sexual with boys yet, but being dressed as a girl at the suggestion of my mom and sister and their gang, I went to school as a girl with my sister leading the way.
We all dressed for affect, so there was attention from boys, but I attracted the slightly different kind of boys, and boys who had a male sex parts, and felt strangely more aroused being wanted by males turned on by my basically naked body, and that I was sweet, affectionate, loved to be kissed by men and boys with deep needs, whose laps I sat on, pretty sure about what felt under my skirt and pressing into my butt.
This contact was developing to me, accepting and normalizing inviting touching, laying, just on the couch watching TV, in closeness, and kind of like having a few boyfriends, being affectionate innocently, any time it was bound to inspire intimacies.
Time came to test my wants and needs with men, big, strong, captivating. Men who lived with us were sexually free, having sex as they pleased, mostly with bisexual men, older, younger, in public parks, truck stops, where a majority men wanting young looking boys who were legal for sexual uses but not appearing to be.
After being taken out to meet straight, bisexual and gay men who mom had living with us, I was excited to be as wanted as I was, and cultivated everyone's favorite outfits, miniskirts, open back lace jockstraps, thigh-high stockings, taking sexual risks, daring to be a sissy femboy, with sheer panties barely covering anything, I was encouraged by isolated and hushed desires, sex, love, in our over-sexualized commune.
The home was led by college girls who had histories of a sexual experiences. Mom's bestie Shari had her identical story at home with sexuality, loving relations with dads, long term shaping, tenderness, focusing on true sensitivity, so issues of age and relations got worked out where possible, as life went on toward the nudism in the commune.



