Confused?

"There are some men out there look-" Tiffany Hardy forgot about those looking in through the restaurant's windows when she saw Cas Dell sitting at a table. There door bumped her butt as it closed behind her, making her stumble forward a couple of steps. Inside, the Mixed Race woman still hadn't internally regained her balance. "The restaurant isn't going topless, is it??" she asked.

There was no answer from Cas, who had turned her face away in embarrassment, so Tiff turned to Raul (she tried to see him as a topless waiter), and to Kylie (the thought of a topless crossdresser made even less sense).

"Our Cassie-baby's got herself registered!" Raul announced gleefully.

Kylie was less demonstrative. Instead, s/he said in a motherly/brotherly way, "You're going to be re-registered if you don't get over your embarrassment, Cas."

Feeling all the arrows pointing at her, Cas realized that she had act as casual as she could if she didn't want those arrows appearing on her face. She turned to face Tiff Hardy.

And she, herself, saw the two tattoos the woman had on her own face. Cas knew she could be confused, but she also knew those two tattoos confused others. They seemed contradictory! Her first (always under the left eye) was the traditional Female hanging cross with a raised female fist in its circle. It meant Tiffany Hardy was registered as a Feminist. But on under her right eye was a downward pointing arrow between square brackets. When she first got it, the joke was that it meant the Feminist icon had torn off the arrow of the Male icon and had tossed it towards the ground. But everybody knew it was just a joke. What the Squared Down Arrow meant was that see was registered as a Bottom. As Tiff had explained it, "I'm a Feminist who has accepted her submissive nature." Confusing, right?

"You're a Nudist!?!" Tiff cried and hurried over to Cas. The blonde cringed, uncertain how the afro would treat her.

The woman still in her heavy fall coat took Cas's hands off the table and lifted them up. "C'mon, stand up! Let me see!"

Feeling submissive at the moment, Cas did. She received a full-body scan as only a real woman could. Every little detail was swiftly and efficiently checked out. She even got her to do a little spin so she could assess all of her back as well as her front. At least Cas felt that she was being judged by the size and quality of her boobs and ass alone. But she was reminded she was overweight.

Tiffany finished up by pondering into her tattoo. "You're not Nudist enough!"

"I've got no clothes on! How much more Nudist can I get!?" There was distress in her voice. That alone indicated she wasn't enough of a nudist.

Tiff's eyes went off the flesh-and-blood body and to girl's other parts. Parts she left behind on the chair. "See?" she pointed.

It took a couple of moments before Cas saw what she was supposed to see. "OH, MY!...." Cas had been blushing before. Now she became deep, deep red.

"The Health Department isn't going to like you leaving behind your puddles where customers sit."

Raul saw it, too, now. "Look at all that pussyjuice! Being naked really turns you on, doesn't it, Chickie-Baby!?"

"It really isn't that much," Tiff frowned at the Male Traditionalist. She turned back to Cas. "But it is enough to matter." And she surprised the girl by pulling one buttock to the side. "And there is also the matter of your fecal matter."

It was all too much for Casandra Dell. She forgot to keep control of her bladder. She immediately stopped herself, but not before there was a small puddle on the floor. "I'm Fired, AGAIN!" she wailed. She had become a registered Nudist only to get her job back, but now she was sure she had just lost her job because she WAS a Nudist!