She'll consider it

I let out a long frustrated groan, between my responsibility to the house, my ownership of the book and finding out that I was of magic blood or some such, an offer of training seemed...a bit much. Leaning back in my seat, I thought for a moment, then simply stood up again.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but honestly I don't know if I'm cut out for that" I held the book up "This? Maybe, I'm using it in a harmless way and I'm getting to grips with it's use" I gestured at the rest of the room "This? Mmm, don't think so"

Hawthorne's expression shifted from subtle annoyance to a small smile "Okay that's...fine. At least consider it?"

"I'll consider it when I'm home, can I just use the same door I came in from?" I ask, looking back towards the entrance hall.

"Yes, it'll take you to the same place. It was...interesting meeting you"

I go to say something, then bite my lip, opting to awkwardly retreat instead. I strode barefoot as calmly as I could, leaving the room, crossing the entry hall and heading back into the dusty chamber I'd been in before. Seeing the door back to town I tried to suppress a smile, it was a fleeting feeling, that excitement.

As I dampened it down though I did catch sight of a cardboard box, we must've passed it on the way in. Wiping dust from the label I saw the word 'Pervomancer Enchanted Items' and another label saying 'marked for destruction'

Glancing back at the door, I noted that I wasn't followed. Then took the opportunity, scooping the box up in my arms, they'd be destroyed anyway...so why not?

With that I headed for the door as quickly as I could, opening it and stepping out into the alleyway again. Closing the door behind me returned it to the wall it was before, not a single hint that a door was there before. Even better, it didn't even seem like any time had passed since I left.

Letting out a relieved sigh, I dropped my haul off back home, surely I'd get the chance to look through them. However I had Bethany's date to worry about.

Well...it wasn't a date. I was meeting her after her shift to tell her about the book, this had nothing to do with the fact she was pretty...and had flirted with me a couple of times now.

Biting my lip, I modified my entry to reenable my ability to wear clothing and dressed myself up a little. I say dressed up, I was still functionally naked, but I'd added a thin belt that hung onto my hips and a black choker, finishing the look off I slipped on a pair of sandals and put my hair into a bun...not that it was eager to be contained.

Checking myself out in the mirror, I applied a little makeup and took myself in. Here I was, getting ready to meet a girl and my tits, pussy and ass were entirely out, I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Grabbing the book I headed out.

It wasn't a long walk, I mean it was just from my house to the high street, I've done it naked before so it didn't feel any longer. Spotting Bethany was easy, she was waiting outside the coffee shop on her phone and only a little more naked than me. I couldn't help but look her over as I approached, she really did look cute like this.

"Hey babes" I heard her call over as she noticed me too, my eyes snapping from her body to her face. "Someone decided to get fashionable"

"Yeah well I uh, you know I just figured that, because you are-" I stammered and my answers rolled into other answers, the whole thing falling apart.

The nudist girl just giggled "Skye, you're not great at this, are you?"

"Not really, no" I replied with an awkward shrug, I could tell my cheeks were burning.

"C'mon then, I know a spot" I didn't have a chance to say anything, she just took my hand and led me along. I was keeping good pace with her, but feeling her fingers weaving through mine like this was...very very flustering.

"Bethany I uh, n-not that I don't mind going somewhere with you. But I wanted to talk about something!"

"We can talk when we're there!"

And that was that, I was just along for the ride. Eventually I could see a bar coming into view, it wasn't brightly decorated or anything, but it was open plan with seating outside that seemed quiet.

Thankfully that's where Bethany chose for us to sit.

"Okay babes, we're here, we're waiting to be served" She said with a smile "We can chat a little"

Her chipper attitude was almost a little too disarming, that and the fact that the table between us framed her tits a little too well almost derailed my train of thought...well, all my trains of thought really.

"I uh, sure. Yes. Bethany uh...do you believe in magic?" God, this is going to be a trainwreck.

I watched her blink at me in confusion, even if her smile didn't falter, then she looked away and thought for a moment.

"I mean it depends, I think two people can have a magical time together, love and feeling is kind of magical don't you think?" Her tone was a little innocent, but not childishly so, she'd given that some thought and it was a lovely answer, however-

"N-no...I mean, yes that feels right. But I mean like, literal magic" I replied, hoping she'd catch on.

"What like wizards and stuff? Gandalf, stuff like that?" Bethany sounded sceptical.

"Yes"

"...wait are you serious?" She leaned forwards, sounding almost concerned.

"Very" I leaned forwards myself, continuing before she could reply "How long do you remember being a nudist?"

"Well I uh, well...a while. I think" Bethany leaned back, the blonde started looking confused "Hm, I don't remember when I started though, it just felt right y'know?"

I set the book down between us "I...so I um, this is...I-" I cleared my throat "This book. It's not just..." I just opened it to my entry "So it's uh, you see this?"

I watched her read carefully, then look at me, then back at the book "What has this got to do with me?"

Biting my lip, I turned the page to show her entry and waited. Surprisingly she didn't seem to have much initial reaction.

"Okay, so you've written down how I act, this is magic...how?"

I turned to my page and pointed at her name as an exception "Have you noticed how you're the only person who has said anything about my body today?"

"...well, maybe? But that's not really proof, is it?" Bethany asked, just as a waiter walked over.

Immediately I decided to use this strapping young man as an example "Hi, I was wondering if you could offer an opinion. I was talking to my friend who as you can see is a nudist, she was saying I should try nudity out but I like the outfit I'm wearing"

The waiter, a stockier looking man with trimmed arms, a firm jaw, gentle blue eyes and short brown hair was taken off guard, but shrugged and smiled "Well I uh, I mean we don't get many nudists. But your friend is naked and there isn't a problem...but if you like staying clothed then that's fine too"

"Thank you for the help, we just need a minute on drinks though" I said with a smile, then watched him nod and walk off again. "And he looked at your body, but not mine. Even though I'm naked too"

"...wait are you suggesting I'm naked because you wrote me into this book?"

"...yes"

"I'm a nudist because of you?"

"Yes"

Bethany had to think about that, and I was worried that she'd get angry at me, to be fair I'd done it without her consent, which felt lame. My breath hitched when she looked up at me, right in the eye.

"What else can this book do then?" The nude blonde asked, without a hint of hesitation in her voice.