Landing

Denial like this was hellish, especially after getting worked up to such a degree. Leanne was thankful that a distraction came in the form of the flight attendant Cristy coming over, but now a mild dread as to why she was coming wafted over the nude woman, dulling her arousal a little.

"Excuse me ma'am-" Cristy began in a lowered tone "We'll be landing soon, would you like me to retrieve your clothes?"

Leanne blinked in realisation, then relaxed a little "My clothes? I uh, I mean..."

"Mhm, your clothes" The brunette repeated with a smile.

Her mind in a was still in a bit of a haze of arousal, with the nude woman interpreting that as meaning 'getting her clothes so she could put them on because she was naked'

"Oh uh, no. No thank you, I'm good" She said with a slight smile, she was gonna leave this plane naked.

"Okie dokie then, well we'll be landing in a few minutes so just relax and...I wish you luck" Cristy flashed an uncertain smile and made her way back to her compartment.

The landing sequence did come after a short wait, with it going rather smoothly. But it did nothing to ease Leanne's nerves. What if she got into trouble? No, it was legal, so it should be fine. Surely it'd be a common knowledge law, like in Germany. The plane touching down shook her out of her spiral and she instead took a look out of the window, seeing other planes landed, the terminal...where she'd be in a second, nude.

Taxiing over didn't take too long and soon the plane was at a complete halt, with the flight attendants letting everyone know it was safe to stand. And so everyone stood, including Leanne out of reflex.

"Holy shit someone is naked on this plane!" Called out a young man's voice.

There were a couple of whistles from further up the plane, not to mention the whispering.

"Hey flight attendant, isn't that illegal? Can't I call the cops?" An irate passenger asked rather loudly, despite being right next to the attendant Leanne recognised as Lisa.

She was a topic of conversation. She was the topic of conversation. Certainly didn't help the urges.

But thankfully nobody seemed to be bothering her directly, a relief as she grabbed her purse and made her way along towards the exit, giving a curt 'thank you' to each flight attendant she passed until she was finally off the plane, her skin feeling the much cooler air of the flight terminal. The crowd was starting to get more clustered, but she was still getting attention, too much to distinguish individuals...it was all just noise, but it just made her hornier.

"Get a hold of yourself Leanne...immigration control first..." She bit her lip and tried to focus on getting the important stuff done first, getting in queue was relatively easy, though she was turning heads. Just waiting like this was insane, none of her previous dares were anything on this level.

Working her way through the line she finally got called up, coming face to face with a tired middle aged woman, blonde hair in a neat-ish bun. Whatever serious expression she had though was replaced with surprise.

"Uhh...good morning?" She asked. This clearly was not a situation she's dealt with too much. "Passport?"

Leanne quickly opened her purse up and handed it over, which the other woman checked...then checked again. "UK citizen?"

"Oh uh, yes. Born there" The nude woman answered quickly.

"Purpose of visit?" The immigration officer's demeanour got more professional, the initial surprise wore off. Maybe nude people were simply uncommon.

"Long term, I plan to become a full citizen" Leanne answered again, quickly and concisely.

"I see. So you're not a full citizen at the moment?" A question that the nude woman shook her head at "Okay, at the far end of the booths on your left there will be a member of staff waiting for you, they'll need to go over a couple of things" She explained, handing her passport back.

"Oh um, okay? Cool" Leanne complied, making her way down the booths, earning a number of shocked gasps and whistles before seeing a staff door propped open by a maybe-thirty year old man, he seemed just as tired though, clean shaven with short black hair, wearing a wrinkled suit.

"Hello ma'am" He spoke with a thick Toronto accent "Pleasant flight?" He asked, stepping aside to let her pass.

Leanne just shrugged, stepping through the door into a corridor "It wasn't bad, in flight meal wasn't the best" She added with a chuckle.

He chuckled back and lead on, opening door on the left that led into an interview room. Leanne again complied, it was a decent size, featureless besides the table in the middle with two chairs on opposite sides.

"Okay to preface, you're not in trouble. Not in serious trouble I mean, please take a seat" He gestured at a chair, sitting in the one opposite.

"I uh. I mean...I'm in trouble?" She asked, quickly taking a seat, her bare ass feeling the cold plastic of the chair.

"Well yes, but not in serious trouble. I see you've read up on some of our laws" He gestured vaguely at her state of undress.

"I know that nudity is protected. Am...I in here because of something else?" Leanne asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Not quite. Nudity is a protected right for Canada's citizens. I take it you didn't read the website past the part about masturbation not being legally protected?" He joked...must get this kind of thing happening a bit huh.

"...maybe? Um, wait so you're saying I was breaking the law?" Her tone started to slip into panic "Am I going to jail?"

"I wouldn't go that far, you didn't know and while ignorance of the law isn't immunity from it, doesn't mean you're being left out in the cold" He explained, setting a small clipboard down on the table.

"What's this?" She asked, skimming her eyes across it. The topmost paper appeared to be a form of some kind, simple stuff...but the big text at the top read 'non-citizen nudism registry'

"This is a choice. Either A. I can go get you your luggage and let you get dressed, or if you brought no clothes with you at all I can find you something from our lost and found. And you enter the country and do whatever you were intending to do"

"Option B?" Leanne asked, biting her lip.

He simply tapped the form "You fill this in and you're added to a national registry of non-citizen nudists. Legally protected nudity, like a citizen. But you'd be obligated to stay naked"

"...stay naked...?" She blinked in surprise. Stuck naked...?

"Yep. I'm no expert on the specifics, but it was mainly meant to stop people from just going on vacation to, well...show off, y'know?" He explained with a shrug.

Leanne just sat there thinking. Her whole purpose was to show off on her terms, but this meant that she'd be naked at all times. But was that such a bad thing? She'd still be taking advantage of fully legal nudity.

"What happens if I become a citizen?" She asked calmly.

"Well I suppose you just get the regular protections, but that'd be a bit of a wait if you're...y'know" He gave another shrug "Not into the whole clothing thing"

"Can I just, y'know-" She gestured at the clipboard, getting a nod from the man. Picking it up she began to skim the questions on the form, it was all fairly standard stuff, looking like it was there to determine if someone actually cared about being naked for a prolonged period of time. Leanne was not a nudist, not in the slightest...but was she enough of a pervert to sign up anyway?

"Hey what is this question about me consenting to an identifying tattoo?" She asked, pointing at the question on the second page.

The man leaned in to look at it, then just nodded "Right yeah, they have to mark you with a scannable tattoo...it's non-permanent so it's not a lifelong commitment. But it's a way to ID you as a legal non-citizen nudist if you're out without your wallet. Which I mean, you're not wearing any pants so isn't entirely unlikely"

"Right yeah" Leanne replied with a little laugh. A tattoo...even if it doesn't last, that's one hell of an ID.

Was she really contemplating this? Was she really stupid or crazy enough to sign up for nudity to get her rocks off?