She gets pulled over.

Author's Note: This branch adds a little bit more world building as to the nudity laws: making casual nudity legal for reasons of self expression and protest, but for legal protection from discrimination, full time nudists are required to register with city hall. Hopefully, these changes won't detract from people's enjoyment. :D

The sound of a police car whooping behind me nearly scared me out of my naked skin as I was walking down the street. Though it was more a chirrup than a full on siren, I jumped and dropped my phone and black folder.

Hurriedly bending over without thinking, I ended up flashing my butt, anus and pussy to the police car behind me before standing up quickly, instinctively covering my butt with the folder and hanging my head in humiliated shame.

I couldn't **** myself to turn around and look at the officers as I heard them get out of the car.

"Excuse me, Miss?" came a woman's voice. Bashfully, I turned around and looked at her. The voice belonged to a thirty-something black officer wearing silver aviators. Her partner, who was still in the patrol car, was also a woman, maybe white or latina? - it was hard to see through the tinted windows. "Miss, are you alright?" the officer stated again.

Suddenly a million things came crashing through my head - I could report my parents for ****! This was cruel and sexually inappropriate! On the other hand, I was the one naked in public. Were they going to arrest me? Was I going to get a criminal record? Was I going to have to go to the town jail completely naked? I turned around and stood with my hands holding my phone and folder at my sides. "Um..." I said intelligently. "I uh... I can explain..." I said lamely. Fuck! I thought. I'm gonna get **** in a county jail cell!

"No, no," the officer held up one hand and shook her head, quashing my explanation. She used her other hand to take off her sunglasses and slip them into the breast pocket of her uniform. "You're well within your rights to express yourself how you want, to dress or not dress how you like. We're not here to harass you, I promise."

"Oh... uh... thank you?" God fucking damnit, Tammy! I scolded myself internally. Stop sounding like such a fucking moron! I was, if at all possible, getting even more red in the face from how much I was embarrassing myself with my words than I was with my involuntary nudity.

The woman actually laughed at that, thank god! "You're welcome. However, I'll ask again, are you alright?"

I drew in breath to answer, ready to, once again, let go the torrent of complaints about my evil parents and how they are forcing me to go naked in public, but then, I stopped. Did I really want to bring the cops into this?

Before I could figure out my feelings, the officer clarified further.

"We got a report from a gas station attendant that some men were chasing a naked woman who came by to apply for a job. Would that be you, by any chance?"

"Oh, that..." I said, frowning. "Yeah, that was really frightening! I guess it was my fault for... not thinking that one through..."

"No it was not!" the officer said. "Do not blame yourself, I saw the security footage the attendant showed me, and you weren't being lewd or licentious or asking for that sort of treatment in any way. You're the victim here, and if we can identify any of those scumbags who were chasing and reaching for you, trying to touch you in inappropriate ways, I really hope you'll press charges."

"I... I can do that?" I said, my face becoming less of a frown. Also, I hadn't realized they'd been reaching for me, I mostly just ran when they started to get close.

"Of course. Look, do you mind if we check your ID and take down your contact information in case we can identify any of them?"

"Um..." I really didn't want to see any of those guys ever again, I just wanted to move on with my life - such as it was - but, like an idiot (again!) I said: "I don't, um, have my wallet on me?" Then a minute later. "I have a resume, though?"

"Okay, that's fine. But, in lieu of an official ID, do you mind if I take your thumb print?" She held out a small handheld ID device I'd only ever seen on TV shows.

"Uh... sure?" I placed my thumb on the device, and it beeped. I quickly pulled my thumb away.

The cop read the read out my thumb print gave her. "Okay, Tammy, correct?" she took a copy of my resume even as she read. She held it up and looked back and forth between the print out and my resume, probably checking to see that the contact information and names matched. "So... alright, Tammy, I'm not seeing you registered with the state or county as a nudist, is that correct?"

Oh shit! I didn't even know it was legal to be naked in public, let alone that there was some kind of registration involved. "Uh... n-no, I'm new... uh, at this... this, um..." Stop being, dumb, girl! I yelled at myself in my own head. "Lifestyle."

"So it is a lifestyle, then?"

"Y-yes...?" I said, half expecting this cop to switch things up on me any second and put the cuffs on me.

"Okay, well, I would strongly recommend you register with the county, which I can start for you now... Know that you are completely within your rights not to, however, getting registered will grant you a registration card which will allow you protection against discrimination against your lifestyle at bars, restaurants and the like. All it takes are about two hours worth of classes and orientations down at the local rec centre, totally painless, I assure you. There we go..." she put in several key strokes on the little hand-held device. "Now, what do you say?"

She turned the device around again and handed it to me. There was a flashing red box on the bottom of the touch-screen, and some legal mumbo-jumbo filling the rest of the screen.

"Just requires your thumb print, I filled out the rest for you."

The beginning of it read "I, Tammy Owsinski, under penalty of perjury, do hereby attest that I-" blah blah blah, something about "not willingly filing false documents with a police officer" etc., etc., blah blah blah. I realized it would be nice to be able to get into clubs and bars so I could at least drink my sorrows away (I just hoped the registration card wouldn't have my date of birth on it so it wouldn't contradict my fake ID, which I'd been using since I turned 18 to get into 21 and over places). I just pressed my thumb against the pad until the blinking little box turned green and gave me a pleasant little chime and a green check in the box.

"There we go!" The officer went back to the car and pushed a few more buttons. Her partner handed her something through the window. She walked back to me. "Here's your temporary registration card." It was a printout with my picture on it and the words "TEMPORARY REGISTRATION ID" and the date issues (today) and the date it would be expired, two and a half weeks from now. Great, hopefully I would have a job and be able to afford clothing of my own by then.

"Thank you," I appreciate it.

"You'll be getting a packet in the mail with the official paperwork in a few days." The officer tipped her hat. "And we'll contact you with any updates about those guys, okay?"

"A-alright. Thank you," I said, glad that it looked like she was finally leaving me alone.

I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding as she got back in her car.

At least I had a way of getting into bars and clubs again, even if I had to go naked, if I went with friends like Mia and there was a bouncer and other security there to hopefully discourage the worst creeps from chasing me, that would be something, at least. Also, I was grateful that the registration card didn't appear to have my birthday on it, so that was something, too.

That's when I remembered my 21st birthday was coming up... and I hoped I could be back in my clothes by then, so I wouldn't have to go to my birthday party in my birthday suit...