I’d like to introduce myself first, before presenting you my development to nudism. My name is Didier.

I am french, so please excuse me, my english can contain some blunders… I am 25, male, soon wed, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for nearly 3 years now. I was born in a family, in which the concept of nudism itself is thought to be a pervert thing. Consequently, I hadn’t even heard about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve likewise 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 merely 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some quite amusing things in this TV programme : everybody was totally naked, including all 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 also the partner merely a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, http://x-topless.com thought about going naked…
The next night, I then tried to sleep bare for the first time in my entire life. I didn’t sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and noted that I was bare. But anyhow, I discovered it fairly 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 bare the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the normal items in the nude, and this was incredibly plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was quite depressing to have 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 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 tried to stay bare as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year after, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mother, who came every morning to awake me, discovered my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d described 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. A couple of years later (in 1994), I liked to strive to be naked outside for the first time. I ‘d the possibility 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 in the past, and I took all my clothes away. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of freedom was remarkable… I attempted to renew this experience once or twice, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I would have been promptly denounciated to my parents…
Throughout that period also, I attempted to go without panties. I did it a few times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, 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 decades. During the summer 1996, I made an important step : I revealed to my mother, that I liked to remain naked at home. One day, while she’d gone away for several instants, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the washroom, I would stay 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’d swear because I did not like it, and she accepted that I remained bare. 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 rest of the time, I remained naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was one of the greatest summers I Have ever had !
Following this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had 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-naked less than ten times, because I only had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the local TV channel aired 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 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 week end). But the next time, there was http://noefa.com … I stopped, installed myself in a little isolated grass area, and got nude. For the first time in my life, I was bare in public, with others who could see me. I appreciated 2 amazing hours. I went back there fairly often during the next 4 years, with good experences, and much more poor ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I Have meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, completely naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence along with the landscape. A lot of 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 found, for the first time, that nudism may also be related to sexual perversion… Lots of homosexuals are used to meet around these lakes, and do not be unwilling to attempt to have sex with any nude guy they see… I needed to reject them quite frequently, and I ‘d generally no trouble, but I eventually stopped to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to prevent further difficulties.
I tried to go to lots of other “nude areas” in the area, however they were ultimately all homosexual meeting points. I didn’t 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 started to remain bare here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to bring something in the common refrigerator 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 nerve to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are quite 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, subsequently 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’d moved into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I stayed increasingly more bare. I even started 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 found… In April 2001, on a very small scaling road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during roughly 10 km. That was a wonderful experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My progress in “full nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the shore of Leman Lake, a little public beach, where nudism is let. It’s there that I had my first actual nudist encounter in public, without dreading gay advances, during summer 2003.

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I truly loved it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new good times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m attempting to convert to nudism also. A few months before, I determined once again that I wouldn’t wear underwear anylonger. I packed all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible location (except one chemise for utter necessity cases). As my dick is now much more quieter, there’s no difficulty at all, and I now never wear panties, under any type of clothes, including jeans that I wear most of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not really 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 end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who will be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I know she’ll do it, as she’s not opposed to this idea, but it’ll definitely take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am… After, spend vacations in nudist resorts. I hope this will become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all of the folks who had the bravery to read my litterature until here

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