I’m french, so please excuse me, my english can feature some mistakes… I am 25, male, soon married, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the idea of nudism itself is regarded as a pervert matter. Consequently, I hadn’t even heard about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I have also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, nude.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything started in 1991, in the summer. I was then merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still remember some rather funny things in this TV programme : everybody was totally naked, including all the guests and the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing just a hat along with a butterfly-node, and also the partner just a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going naked…
The next night, I then tried to sleep nude for the first time in my life. I didn’t sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could occur if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was naked. But anyway, I discovered it rather great, because I felt very free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, http://xnudists.com were away again, and I tried to stay bare the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the usual stuff in the nude, and this was incredibly 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 caught me, and I’m still addicted to it !
But as I still feared the potential reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I attempted to stay bare as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year later, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awake me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping naked. But surprisingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d explained her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and slip during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. Two years later (in 1994), I wanted to try to be naked outside for the first time. I had the chance that there were little woods close to 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. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The feeling of freedom was remarkable… I attempted to renew this experience one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I would have been instantly denounciated to my parents…
Throughout that period also, I tried to go without panties. I did it a couple of times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I CAn’t prevent my penis to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for a long time. During the summer 1996, I made an important step : I revealed to my mother, that I wanted to stay bare at home. One day, while she had gone away for a couple of seconds, I went into the bathroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I would go out of the bath, I’d remain bare since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would not be any way that I’d swear because I did not like it, and she accepted that I stayed naked. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I could think… So, I spent nearly one month nude, only swearing when my father was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The remaining time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was one of the finest 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 vacations, once I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I ‘d my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-nude less than 10 times, because I just had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist folks were used to go. As this wasn’t far from dwelling (50 km), I went there on my bike. The very first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and beaches were overcrowded (it was the 15 August weekend). But the following time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got bare. For the very first time in my entire life, I was naked in public, with other people who could see me. I appreciated 2 wonderful hours. I went back there quite frequently during the next 4 years, with good experences, and more bad ones…
For the good ones, I will mention that I Have meet my first nude women here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, entirely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence as well as the landscape.
A lot of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel allowed in this place except during the week ends in the center of the summertime.
But I also found, for the first time, that nudism may also be correlated to sexual perversion… Lots of homosexuals are used to meet around these lakes, and do not wait to attempt to have sex with any nude man they see… I needed to reject them fairly frequently, and I ‘d ordinarily no difficulty, but I eventually quit to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to prevent additional troubles.
I attempted to visit a lot of other “bare locations” in the area, nevertheless they were finally all homosexual meeting points. I did not go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the very first time in my life, I ‘d my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I started to stay bare here more and more frequently, only cursing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to draw something in the common fridge on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the courage to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are very less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism remains like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows closed, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained increasingly more bare. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and also the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on an extremely small scaling road free of traffic, I even attempted once to ride on by bike in the buff, during roughly 10 km. That was a great experience, but I did not have the opportunity to attempt once again…
My progress in “full nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It is there that I had my first actual nudist experience in public, without dreading gay advances, during summer 2003. I really appreciated it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new good times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m trying to convert to nudism additionally. A few months before, I decided once again that I wouldn’t wear underwear anylonger. I packaged all my knickers in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible area (except one slip for utter necessity instances). As my penis is now much more quieter, there is no problem whatsoever, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothing, including jeans that I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not actually converted to nudism, she values the relaxation of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but certainly. The next steps will be :
First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife afterward) to nudism; I understand she’ll do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll clearly take lots of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I am… Afterwards, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I am hoping this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all the people who had the courage to read my litterature until here