Gymnogyny 101 (Ch 4 posted May 9, 2026)

[Skylar21]

How nice it would be if Hanna never got used to her nudity and lived in a continual state of humiliation while her brother is clothed.

Having her mother displayed naked in the casket is something different.

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I'm liking this, it seems to be going in an interesting direction.

[Lisa_The_Brave_12]

Even though the chapter was VERY dark and the necro scene was a bit much and not my thing at all, the story definitely has potential.

I'm interested in the daily life of the family and also what the girls are experiencing at school.

[Gymnogynist]

Here we get a new POV, in third person. We haven't seen the last of John's first-person POV, but the majority of the remainder of the story will be told in third person, with Hannah (and her cousins, but mostly Hannah) as the viewpoint character(s).

CHAPTER THREE

She could hardly believe it.

Here Hannah stood, completely naked, at her parent's viewing. Stripped of her dignity as surely as her clothing, she was no longer just the recipient of sympathetic condolences from the other mourners, a tragically orphaned young adult and an object of pity. Now she was the recipient of undisguised lustful gazes and scandalized outrage, the attention shifted from her tragic misfortune to her naked body.

The fact that she wasn't the only naked woman in the room made things a little bit better, but only barely. The men who knew and would recognize those women were men from her uncle's circle of acquaintances, men who were used to seeing those women naked and even saw it as their God-given right. Those anonymous men were bad enough, scrutinizing her body without shame as they passed by her in the line, not even pretending to not be looking.

But even worse were the people who knew only her, and whom she knew. They might be shocked or excited or both by the other naked women on display, but she was the girl they actually knew, were used to seeing fully dressed, who had been stripped. Her parents’ friends and colleagues and acquaintances, and her own and Joey's friends and classmates and the families thereof.

She wondered if any of the boys–or worse, any of the men–had ever wondered before what she looked like naked, had imagined her unclothed. If so, they now knew the answer to that question, no longer had to use their imagination. Their memory would be sufficient from now on.

And of course she was an object of attention not only because she had been newly stripped, but also in another way that even the other naked women, this time with the exception of her aunt and cousins who joined her in the receiving line, were not. Every single other person in this room would be passing by and directing their attention to her specifically as they told her, with differing levels of sincerity, how sorry they were that her parents had died.

“Jesus, Hannah, what's going on?"

The next person in line was her friend Bethany, her eyes comically large. Unsure where to begin and unwilling to explain in front of so many people, Hannah just promised her friend to explain later. "I'll text you.”

Behind Bethany were Bethany’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Slate. Their eyes echoed their daughter's concern, but they didn't mention Hannah's nudity, only told her how sorry they were, never quite looking her in the eye.

Next after them was her English teacher, Mr. Hunt. In contrast to the Slates, he not only looked her directly in the eye but was very clearly making a visible effort to avoid looking anywhere else. On at least three separate occasions during their forty-five second exchange, that effort apparently failed and his gaze dropped down to her naked body on display.

Never in the past had Mr. Hunt looked at her in a way that had ever seemed inappropriate. He had never creeped her out (unlike one or two male teachers she could think of) or done anything to make her think he thought of her as anything other than just a student with a mind to be shaped and guided. She knew now that that relationship had just been changed irrevocably. Every time she interacted with her teacher from now on, she would be thinking about the fact that he had seen her naked. Worse, she knew he would be thinking about it too.

Next were a few of her father's work colleagues, most of whom seemed more confused by her nudity than shocked, scandalized, or excited. Then a couple who were presumably friends of her uncle's, a man in his mid-forties accompanied by his naked wife who looked to be in her late thirties. The man took his time as he openly looked her up and down. “Nice tits," he said at last.

Hannah was so shocked she didn't know what to say. She could tell he wasn't being deliberately offensive. His tone hadn't been any different than she imagined it would be if she had been clothed and he had complimented her on her dress.

"That was a compliment, dear,” the man's wife said. "You should say thank you.” She didn't sound hectoring or judgemental; instead, there was a warmth in the woman's eyes that suggested that she knew exactly what Hannah was thinking and was merely trying to help her navigate the uncomfortable social situation.

"Umm, thank you, sir,” she forced herself to say. "Your wife has very nice tits, too." The woman beamed with what seemed to be a combination of genuine pleasure at the compliment and pride in Hannah for successfully responding to the exchange.

“She does," the man agreed, “but her cunt is better.”

Involuntarily, Hannah couldn't help looking down at the woman's vulva. Like that of all the other gymnogynist women Hannah had noticed, it was completely hairless and so she could clearly make out the clitoris and labia. “It's nice too," she agreed lamely.

The woman's smile grew even broader. She reached out and placed her hand on Hannah's bare shoulder. "We're sorry for your loss."

As the couple moved on, she noticed a teenaged boy holding up his phone in front of him. After about half a second, he let his arm drop and slipped the phone into his pocket.

She turned to her uncle. "Uncle John,” she told him, "I think that boy just took a picture of me!”

"Most likely," her uncle agreed. “Possibly a video."

"But I'm naked!”

"Yes, and the purpose of your nudity is so that men like that boy can look at you naked and take pleasure in seeing your naked body. That photograph will allow you to please him with your nakedness even once you are no longer physically present. It helps your nudity to fulfill its purpose. You should be thanking him for taking that picture.”

Hannah didn't say anything, knowing that arguing was pointless. She should have anticipated that her uncle's warped worldview wouldn't see her being photographed naked without her consent as something to be avoided.

She turned back to the receiving line only to feel a sudden knot in the pit of her stomach. The next person in line was Adam Fitzgerald, a handsome boy from her school on whom Hannah had had something of a crush for years. Next to him was Stacey Fitzgerald, his “mean girl" twin sister, and Ashley Bonaventure, Stacey’s best friend and Adam's girlfriend for the last three years.

He didn't try to disguise looking at her body the way most of the non-gymnogynist men did, but at the same time his gaze seemed to lack the entitlement of many of the gymnogynist men. He was looking at her naked, yes, but still he seemed to be seeing *her* naked, a person rather than a mere body or object put on display. There was desire in his eyes, but still he seemed more interested than prurient.

“I didn't know you were a nudist," he said, in the same tone of voice she imagined he would have used if he found out that she were an amateur equestrian or a volunteer at a homeless shelter.

She shrugged. "It's a relatively recent development,” she said.

Ashley was looking at her with a pensive, contemplative expression. “I think that's very brave of you," she said. “I don't think I would be able to do that."

“Well, I'm not surprised," Stacey said, a vicious smile on her lips. “I always knew you were a slut."

“Stacey, her parents just died,” Ashley chided her friend. Stacey just smirked, clearly unbothered.

Ashley turned back to Hannah. "It’s so horrible, what happened,” she said. "Let us know if there's anything we can do.”

And so it continued. Strangers and friends and acquaintances, one after another, each one a witness to her nudity, to her exposure, to her humiliation. By the time it was time to sit down for the funeral, she was so mentally and emotionally exhausted she didn't hear a single word spoken by the preacher her uncle had gotten to lead the rite.

An hour and a half later, she found herself in a cemetery, now dressed (if you could call it that) in her underwear and high heels, watching as her parents’ now-closed coffins were lowered into their open graves. They were truly gone, to be buried, and she knew the fully clothed life she had once known was gone with them.

Rest in peace.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

[Gymnogynist]

CHAPTER FOUR

That afternoon after the funeral luncheon, we rented a U-Haul and began packing up Hannah and Joey's house. Much of the stuff in the house would go into storage, as it duplicated items we already possessed at my own house. Hannah or Joey could make use of it once they were ready to live independently.

I didn't expect their neighborhood to be as accepting as my own, so Irena and the twins had on skimpy string bralettes in addition to their G-strings. Hannah was wearing the underwear she had been wearing underneath her funeral dress, bikini-cut panties and the strapless bra. They would do for now, although I would take her shopping for more appropriate (which is to say, revealing) lingerie as soon as possible. Once we entered my brother’s erstwhile residence, Irena and the girls immediately removed their underwear, with Hannah following the example of the others after only a brief hesitation.

I sent Irena and Kelsey to help John to pack up his bedroom while Darcy and I went with Hannah to her bedroom. Hannah almost immediately sat down on (what had previously been) her bed and crossed her legs. "Knees apart," I reminded her.

She signed dramatically but uncrossed her legs, her knees about eight inches apart, giving me a decent, but not great, view of her hairy cunt and inner thighs.

"Darcy, " I said, making sure to keep my voice even, "would you please help your cousin sit appropriately."

"Sure, Dad," my daughter answered respectfully as she walked over to Hannah. Darcy placed a hand on each of her cousin's knees and pushed them apart until they were about two feet apart, causing her legs to form an angle of about seventy-five degrees. Hannah rolled her eyes but left her legs where Darcy placed them. That was fine; I could handle her understandable petulance for now so long as I had her compliance, however reluctant.

"From now on," I said, keeping eye contact with my niece, "that is how I expect you to sit in the company of men. Understood?"

Hannah took a deep breath. "Yes, sir," she said sullenly.

Smiling, I turned away from her and towards her closet. Unsurprisingly, the majority of her wardrobe was entirely inappropriate for a young woman. I began to separate the clothing into three groups: one to be donated to charity, one appropriate to wear to school (meaning they technically satisfied the requirements of the school dress code, but only just barely), and one for other purposes in public, where there might not be a dress code as such but various levels of covering might still be required. Needless to say, the first pile was by far the largest, and the third pile had very little in it at all.

I removed a pink sleeveless shirt from Hannah’s closet and handed it to her. "Try this on."

She looked at the top skeptically. “I didn’t realize I still had that,” she said. “There’s no way that still fits.”

“Try it on,” I repeated.

She pulled the shirt on. It was indeed too small for her by any standard measure, but the fabric had enough stretch in it that she was able to get it over her head and tits. It had no doubt originally been intended as a full shirt on a smaller girl, but now the bottom hem of the shirt now rested about halfway between her bellybutton and the bottom of her tits, making it effectively a crop top. The tight fabric lost some of its opacity as it stretched to its breaking point to contain Hannah’s braless tits. Nothing was left to the imagination as to their shape, and in particular that of her nipples which were very clearly visible. Standing bottomless in front of me and her cousin in just the salmon t-shirt and nothing else, the words “Princess Forever” written in white cursive across her tits seemed deliciously ironic.

“That’s acceptable," I told her, pointing to the third pile. She removed the shirt (not without some difficulty) and placed it on the pile. “You’ll find,” I continued, “that there is a modesty of its own in a girl’s nudity. It’s obscene that a girl own so many clothes that she can forget which ones she owns. When a girl spends most of her time naked, as she should, she finds she only needs a small handful of garments. You’ll be sharing a closet with Darcey and Kelsey. There will be no room for extravagance or conspicuous consumption when it comes to your clothing.”

Once we had gone through Hannah’s entire wardrobe, placing almost all of it all in the pile destined for charity, I handed Hannah a box the size of a large shoebox, about six by eight by fifteen inches. "Put any personal items you want to bring with you in this,” I instructed her. “We'll have the movers put everything else into storage." It took her over half an hour to reduce the number of items she wanted to take into what would fit in the shoebox, as she agonizingly triaged her material possessions.

Once we were finished with her room, the three of us headed over to John's room to join the rest of the family in packing up his stuff. Since he would be getting his own room, he would be allowed to bring more of his things with him, beginning with but not limited to his entire wardrobe, his bed and bedding, his books, some sports equipment, and various collectibles. Once we finished boxing everything up that was to go, the girls again donned their underwear and we began to carry the large cardboard boxes full of personal items out to the moving van parked in the street. Since my late brother's neighborhood was not as accustomed to see nearly-naked women out and about as was my own, the sight of the girls carrying cardboard boxes to the van was understandably and expectedly capturing a certain amount of attention, as neighbors emerged from their houses to stare at my wife, my daughters, and my niece.

"What is happening?" inquired an aged man, likely in his late seventies, wearing a white sleeveless tee and stained jeans, his posture vaguely antagonistic. He was joined by a young boy and girl, both pre-teens and presumably his grandchildren, who were dressed in denim shorts, graphic tees, and tennis shoes.

"Our family is relocating, Mr. Henderson," Hannah declared, her voice carrying an unexpected confidence. Having endured the scrutiny of her late parents' social circle, the fathers and brothers of her peers, and even her own male acquaintances while entirely exposed, the prospect of appearing in her underwear by an elderly neighbor and his pre-teen grandchildren must not have seemed as all that big a deal to her, especially with her aunts and cousins wearing far more revealing underwear.

Mr. Henderson stared at her confusedly. "But why are you in your underwear?"

I stepped in. "We are gymnogynists, sir. We believe in women wearing as little clothing as possible--none at all, preferably."

Mr. Henderson laughed, seemingly delighted by this answer, while the pre-teens just stared dumbfounded at the girls. "So you just surround yourself with naked women?"

"That's the idea," I agreed.

"What do you think of that, Izzy?” he asked, turning to his granddaughter. "How would you like to be naked all the time?" Not even waiting for the girl's answer, he then turned to his grandson. "What about you, Phil? Do you think your sister should have to be naked?"

"Yes?" answered Phil, his tone and cadence making it more a question than an answer.

I pulled a packet of laminated cards from the inside breast pocket of my blazer and handed one of the cards to Mr. Henderson. "Here's some places you can find out more about our beliefs if you would like to learn more," I told him. The cards had a number of URLs for websites explaining and advocating for the gymnogynist ideology written on them.

Tucking the card into his pocket, he nodded. "I'll do that," he replied, casting an appreciative glance toward his granddaughter. "I will certainly look into it."

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

[Gymnogynist]

I'm interested in the daily life of the family and also what the girls are experiencing at school.

I'm very excited about my next chapter (Chapter 5; I posted Chapter 4 this morning) because in it Hannah and Joey finally move into their uncle's house and we begin to see all the specifics of how a gymnogynist household is run in actual practice.

We will definitely also have more scenes taking place at school, but not for at least a few more chapters, since right now it's Saturday afternoon and school isn't until Monday morning. We'll have plenty happening in between, including Hannah's first visit to a gymnogynist church.

[Skylar21]

"What do you think of that, Izzy?” he asked, turning to his granddaughter. "How would you like to be naked all the time?" Not even waiting for the girl's answer, he then turned to his grandson. "What about you, Phil? Do you think your sister should have to be naked?"

"Yes?" answered Phil, his tone and cadence making it more a question than an answer.

Now there's a possible convert!

[Skylar21]

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She turned to her uncle. "Uncle John,” she told him, "I think that boy just took a picture of me!”

"Most likely," her uncle agreed. “Possibly a video."

"But I'm naked!”

"Yes, and the purpose of your nudity is so that men like that boy can look at you naked and take pleasure in seeing your naked body. That photograph will allow you to please him with your nakedness even once you are no longer physically present. ... You should be thanking him for taking that picture.”
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Hannah learns her value in her new life!

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