Allow me to introduce myself first, before presenting you my development to nudism.

I am french, so please excuse me, my english can include some mistakes… I am 25, male, soon married, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for nearly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the concept of nudism itself is considered as a pervert matter. Consequently, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve likewise never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some fairly amusing things in this TV programme : everybody was completely nude, including all of the guests and also the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat as well as a butterfly-node, and the spouse just a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going naked…
The following night, then I attempted to sleep bare for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyhow, I discovered it fairly good, because I felt extraordinarily free (I normally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I tried to stay nude the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the normal things in the nude, and this was exceptionally plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to need to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the possible reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to stay naked as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year later, I ‘d abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more often. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to wake me, detected my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she didn’t have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d clarified her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T-shirt and chemise during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and staying nude at home whenever possible. Two years after (in 1994), I liked to attempt to be nude outside for the first time. I had the chance that there were little woods near the building where we were living. With the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the place where I played previously, and I took all my clothes off. The feeling of independence was remarkable… I tried to renew this encounter once or twice, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been instantly denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I attempted to go without underwear. I did it a few times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I could not prevent my penis to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I revealed to my mom, that I needed to remain nude at home. One day, while she had gone away for a couple of instants, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I would remain bare because I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I would swear because I didn’t enjoy it, and she accepted that I stayed nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could believe… So, I spent almost one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The remaining time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It was among the very best summers I Have ever had !
After this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I needed to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep bare during one year, except during the week-end and holidays, when I came back home.
Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than 10 times, because I simply had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military choice, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel broadcasted another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist folks were used to go. As this was not far from dwelling (50 kilometers), I went there on my bicycle. The first time, there were no nudists as the little lakes and beaches were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week end). But the following time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass region, and got naked. For the very first time in my entire life, I was naked in public, with others who could see me. I loved 2 excellent hours. I went back there fairly frequently during the next 4 years, with good experences, and more awful ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I’ve meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence and also the landscape. Many folks could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel allowed in this area except during the weekends in the center of the summertime.
But I also discovered, for the first time, that nudism may also be related to sexual perversion… Lots of homosexuals are accustomed to meet around these lakes, and do not wait to try to have sex with any bare guy they see… I needed to reject them quite frequently, and I had generally no problem, but I finally stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid additional troubles.
I attempted to really go to plenty of other “nude spots” in the region, nevertheless they were ultimately all gay meeting points. I did not go there again… I started to remain nude here more and more frequently, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to attract something in the common refrigerator on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms).
So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which supported myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The 3rd year in Grenoble, I’d moved into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I stayed more and more naked. Constantly fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on an extremely small scaling road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during about 10 kilometers. That was a wonderful experience, but I did not have the chance to attempt once again…
beach xxx in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is permitted. It’s there that I had my first actual nudist encounter in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I really loved it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new good times on this beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m trying to convert to nudism also. A couple of months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packaged all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible area (except one chemise for utter importance cases). As my penis is currently much more quieter, there is no difficulty at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothing, including jeans which I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not actually converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but certainly. The following steps will be :
First, the conclusion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I understand she will do it, as she’s not opposed to this idea, but it’ll certainly take lots of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am… Later, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I am hoping that this may become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all the people who had the nerve to read my litterature until here

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