Best Path Forward

Shooting Tiffany a look, I find myself smiling broadly, not so quietly enjoying my exposure, and aware I may need this to keep my job... Also, I'm not exactly the only one enjoying my exposure, either. Smiling back, nodding back at him, I casually speak up, "Yes, I'm sure. I've made my choice ...and kind of need this, to be honest.", and I pause, catching myself before I could give away that work may require it of me, and thus dragging him through a long-winded explanation of my unexpectedly extended observation duties.

He nods, a look of curiosity showing on his face, his gaze lingering a bit longer once more on my curves, then at Tiffany before nodding and getting to work with something. While we wait, I find, much to my surprise, I actually felt something of a relief from admitting what I did... could, could I actually like being naked everywhere? I find myself pondering that, before he shuffles some paperwork and his inquiry draws me back into the present, "And she will be your witness, I take it?"

Tiffasny twirls her hair, smirking smugly next to me, shooting me a naughty glance, before declaring, "Yes, thats right... I'm the clothes-wearing witness to her declaraation f life long nudity." We share a laugh at that, even as I give her a confused glance, enjoying the emotions released by the moment.

"Tiff, why did you have to specify clothes wearing? The man can see what you are wearing, silly!" and I give her a playful push, as we laugh a bit. She gives me a playful shove back, as our laughter builds on it self./. It takes us a few moments to recover, still smiling, as he passes me some paperwork.

"We got your information pulled up here... just fill this out, and we can go from here.", he says, puzzled and smirking slightly at us as I take the papers and pen. I go through it quickly, signing where needed. It starts off fairly straightforward, "Sound mind & judgment... Giving up right to wear all clothing, in both public and private...", and as I go on, I find more interesting bits for the law, "From date of issue, only allowed to wear footwear... All other clothing must be sold, donated or given up by such and such a date.... May not purchase or receive as a gift any other article of clothing with the intent of this incigual to posess or usitise them upon their person...Understood and waive any rights to legal concerns at being stared at... .. Understand that you may be recorded, accidentally touched, grasped, or felt up by any witnesses that see your unclothed person...f"

I pause near the end, where it states, "Authorise all governmental officials, including law enforcement, to confiscate any clothing found, either being worn or owned, save for shoes, gloves and related articles pertinent to heath and safety, at any time. I shoot an eyebrow up, looking over at Tiffany, who simply smirks back at me, looking smug as can be, staring down at my now very exposed nakedness, her right hand on the small of my back, just below my rear.

She holds it there, staring contentedly at me, and after a few seconds, I turn back to looking at the paperwork. I felt a jolt of pleasure rush through me just then, and I barely resisted letting out a gasp, which may well have turned into a moan. I go through the order for work, how it allwas it only for while requred to by work, and at the discretion of the employer, and outside of this; including, of course, the option for me to remain bereft of all clothing. Yes, even those items, such as footwear, otherwise allowed. Also, "I will remain fully and completely unclothed outside of these hours, and the agreed-to laws herein apply fully."

Signing it all, I hand it back, catching Tiffany let out an exasperated. "Finally", even as she rubs softly at my back, each time her hand dips closer and closer down, leaving one to wonder when she'll stop rubbing at my back and rub at my ass instead. I find myself wondering if I might just want her to do just that...

As he fills it away, I glance over her way, catching sight of her smirking back, finding myself wondering if she wasn't having the same thought. That's when I jump, gasping in shock as the clerk comes back, something else in hand, "Now, normally there would be something of a trial period, where one gets used to going about adjusting to being so clothed... but, seeing how you already seem quite comfortable with being so... unencumbered, here are the temporary stamps for your body and instructions. Please don't forget to put them on, as to self-identify with any authorities until your permanent ID is mailed to you. Next!"

I pick it up, looking it over... I have to put one on each shoulder... but also, on my forehead, between my breasts, above my shaved mound, and just above my ass. Keeping my surprise in check, I make sure to look over the instructions, only for Tiffany to whisk it away, "Don't worry, my nymph neighbourhood skank, I got that part.

I pause, letting out a breath, watching her casually peel a temporary tattoo off, smacking it onto my forehead. "Hey, thanks for that. How could I have managed without ya?", I say, trying my best to remain deadpan, though it comes out far more amused than I sought to make it.

Tiffany is unabashed, smiling as she works, slapping them on me as she goes around my nakedness, staring tightly as she works, as if just using it as much to stare at my nipples, ass and intimate folds between my legs. Not that I mind, and besides, even if I did, I should remember I signed up for that from everyone I meet from now on... so, yea. I find my please rise. I saw more than a few onlookers staring with keen interest at our interactions, and of course, my nakedness so displayed before them. I hold my arms and legs out wide, giving her room to work ... which, also, made my complete lack of a stitch of. clothes means I was openly displaying my, well, everything to a room full of broad strangers.

"Oh, don't mention it! Anything to help, doll!" and as she says that, she slaps the last one on hard to my ass. She pauses, rubbing at it roughly a bit, until she's less making sure the temporary tattoo holds, and more just smacking my ass. After a bit, I let out a gasp, watching her work at it, even as she's practically spanking me in pubic. Before who knows how many.

I shoot her a look, and Tiffany's smile grows, shooting me a suave, faux innocent look before giving my ass one last, hard swat. She holds out her hand for me before, still smiling broadly at me, inquires, "So, ready to give up what worldly garments you still possess at home??

Smiling back her way, even if I wonder if I'm hiding my hesitancy or my arousal and desire, as I grab hold of her arm with mine. My voice comes out amused, as I reply, "Sure, why not!"

She laughs, thanking someone who holds the door for us as we exit, and moments later, I have to resist moaning as a hand finds my ass cheeks. My mind racing, I find myself wondering what I've gotten into, and why it seems so exciting...