Let me introduce myself first, before presenting you my evolution to nudism. My name is Didier. I’m french, so please excuse me, my english can contain some mistakes… I’m 25, male, soon married, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the idea of nudism itself is considered as a pervert thing. Thus, 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, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summer. I was then just 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 quite funny things in this TV programme : everybody was completely naked, including all the guests and the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat and a butterfly-node, and the spouse only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going nude…
The next night, I then tried to sleep nude for the first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyway, I found it quite good, because I felt unusually free (I usually slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I tried to remain nude 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 extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was quite sad to have 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 did not sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to remain nude 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 often. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to awake me, discovered my pyjamas, and that I was slepping nude. But surprisingly, she did not have a very negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I had explained her, that I couldn’t bear pyjamas, T-shirt and slip during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. Two years later (in 1994), I wanted to try 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 children, 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 in the past, 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 tried to renew this experience once or twice, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I would have been immediately denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I tried to go without underwear. I did it a couple of times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I could not 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 years. During the summer 1996, I made an important step : I revealed to my mother, that I wanted to stay nude at home. One day, while she had gone away for a few moments, 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 would remain nude 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 like it, and she accepted that I remained nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I could think… So, I spent nearly one month naked, 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 was one of the best summers I’ve ever had !
After this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prйparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurйat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep nude during one year, except during the week-end and holidays, when I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-naked less than 10 times, because I simply had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, 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 people were used to go. As this was not far from home (50 km), 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 next time, there was nobody… I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got nude. For the first time in my life, I was nude in public, with other people who could see me. I enjoyed 2 wonderful hours. I went back there quite often during the next 4 years, with good experences, and more bad ones…
For the good ones, I will mention that I’ve meet my first nude women here I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a book or enjoying the silence and the landscape. Many people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel tolerated in this area except during the week-ends in the middle of the summer.
But I also discovered, for the first time, that nudism could also be associated to sexual perversion… Lots of homosexuals are used to meet around these lakes, and do not hesitate to try to have sex with any nude guy they see… I had to reject them quite often, and I had generally no problem, but I finally stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid further problems.
I tried to go to a lot of other “nude places” in the region, but 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 first time in my life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I began to stay nude here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to fetch 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 is still like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows closed, then secluding myself a bit… I also 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 had moved into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained more and more nude. I even began to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and the showers in the nude. Always fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on a very little climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during roughly 10 km. That was a great experience, but I didn’t have the chance to try 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 allowed. It’s there that I had my first real nudist experience in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I really enjoyed 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 also. A few months before, I decided once again that I would not wear underwear anylonger. I packed all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible place (except one slip for absolute necessity cases). As my penis is now much more quieter, there is no problem at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothes, including jeans which I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she is still not really converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The next steps will be :
First, the completion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife then) to nudism; I know she will do it, as she is not opposed to this idea, but it will clearly take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am… Afterwards, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I hope that this will become the truth next year. Well, that’s all; Thanks to all the people who had the courage to read my litterature until here