Save the Nudist!

"There, there. I'll help you through this, girl," Tiffany said, hugging the naked girl to her heavy cloth coat while stroking her hair.

"I will, too," Raul said. Tiff the Feminist gave the Male Traditionalist an disgusted frown. Kylie shrugged, not knowing what to do but, perhaps, be a referee between the other three as somebody in between all their lifestyles all.

"If I can't pay the rent, I'll be homeless!" Cas cried. "It's cold outside! And inside." She no longer felt capable to ignoring the chill on her all-exposed skin.

"Stop being a nudist..." (Raul didn't like that suggestion.) "...and you break the law. At least you can have a home in jail for a few weeks," Kylie said.

"NO!!" Cas wailed, forlornly.

"I thought you were smarter than that, Kylie!" Tiff turned her frown on the Crossdresser. "Cas is an attention-disorder. Things will be worse for her hemmed in by those who don't give a damn."

"You ready to take her in? How will your roommates feel about another crowding into that small apartment of you're always complaining about? And I'm sure my boyfriend wouldn't understand me taking in a naked woman!" Thanks to identifying lifestyle tattoos, Kylie the male Crossdresser had found a "boyfriend" in Sam the female Crossdresser.

"Cas hasn't lost her job, yet!" Tiffany insisted. "Come on," she said, gently prying the blonde away.

"You have an idea?" Cas hoped as she watched the mixed race, little older woman get out of her coat then tossed it to Raul to hang up for her.

"We're going to the rest rooms."

"I don't have to...." her voice trailed off as she look down at the small puddle on the floor she had made. "I guess I'd better."

"You'll do more than just that," Tiff told her as she pulled the girl along.

"The people outside want to see the Nudist!" Raul reminded them.

"They won't be seeing her at all, if she's fired." Tiff didn't slow down.

The building was built before the passage of the FLAP act so there were two good-sized, public restrooms. Since then, men could go into the women's room and the women the men's. That meant, though, the places that were designed to be of use to more than one person at a time now weren't. Restroom are single-occupancy unless the user gives permission for another to also use it. The nearest was the so-called men's room, and that's where Tiff took her. Women had gotten used to seeing urinals.

A crazy thought entered Cas Dell's mind. Now that she didn't have to worry about ruining her clothes, why not try using a urinal.

"No!" Tiffany told her, pulling away. "Later, maybe. Over here by the sinks." Cas was about to say something, but didn't. She was sure to guess wrong about why she was supposed to.

"Lean against the counter."

"Okay." Cas did as she was told, but look around towards the woman in her maid-inspired uniform.

"I probably should take the uniform off," Tiff told herself. But there really wasn't enough time to do what she intended to do and be out and waitressing when the restaurant opened. "Hold on, Cas! You're going for a ride!"

The blonde squeaked(!) as the afro inserted two fingers into her vage!