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Chapter 2 by Tyff Tyff

What is the gift?

A nude license?

I open the envelope and see a license with my name and a picture of me but I couldn’t believe what I was reading. It says “Federal Nude License” and I couldn’t help but feel like this was a gag gift from my husband. My curiosity got the better of me and I did an internet for “Is a federal nude license real?” The first thing that pops up is an actual government website highlighting the words federal nude license authenticity. I click on it and immediately browse my phone for what this means. The site said authentic licenses will have two stamps that certify the license for the individual. The first one was on the back, which I saw when I flipped it over, and the second one was built into her picture as I shined my phone light on it I could see it. I had a legitimate license but still didn’t know what it meant.

I browsed further on the website and saw that these licenses were given to individuals that chose to be nude not due to nudism but federally were required to be naked at all times to the point of being **** to strip naked by any federal official. I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of an officer pulling me over and asking me to undress or be arrested for it. It was usually the other way around I thought to myself. The website said the person that received this is supposed to wear the card at all times but also be naked at all times as well or punishable by law. Again it sounds highly unreasonable to imagine my husband forcing me to be naked from this point on. I closed the site and looked at the card as I came to the conclusion that my husband must have just gotten a really good prank card to make my heart beat fast, which I could feel my pussy leaking juices as I imagined myself being naked while cleaning the house, getting the mail or even going to the grocery store.

I was brought to attention when I heard a loud bang on the front door. I hopped out of bed and heard loud knocks reverberate through the quiet house. I quickly made my way to the front door to peek out of the peep hole to see who it could be early in the morning.

Who did I see?

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