The middle-aged town nudist

Jessica remembered her first day back senior year of high school like it was yesterday, even though it was twenty-five, almost thirty, years ago at this point. The catastrophe that had led her to be paraded nude around town had scarred her, but it had also awakened something deep inside her.

For the rest of high school she wore baggy clothes, to no avail as everyone remembered what she looked like underneath them. Then for college she went across the country to Georgetown, where the Potomac allowed her to explore her ... desires.

It started with skinny dipping where the presidents had once taken their own little naked swims. Then, whenever her roommate was away (which as a sorority sister she was quite often), she would take the underwear out of her dresser and throw them out the window at night, collecting whatever was left over the following morning. After a week of this she left to go commando, and after buying a couple of sundresses and once-in-a-while special-purpose outfits (business attire, athletic gear) she repeated the process for her bras, shirts, and bottoms, until by the time spring semester rolled around she was left with the wardrobe that would define her for the next couple decades.

Which was a sundress in public, without any hint of underwear or shoes (except for a lone pair of alpargatas if she felt the rocks and glass would be bad for her soles), and of course her finest birthday suit in her dorm. After years of this (not to mention even converting her roommate to the cause in the comfort of their own home), she came back home a changed woman and gained a reputation as the town's free spirit, turning what had once been shameful into a point of pride.

Coming across Renee's story, she was intrigued as to how she could convert the redhead to a full-time mostly-nudist lifestyle like she lived. One of her family friends, Tracy, told her about R.E.D. and invited her to come to a meeting sometime, no initiation required. Thrilled, Jessica could only oblige.