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My personal votes go to 8 and e.
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Re: My ENF stories
This is more interest than I expected.
While I cannot tell these stories in chronological order due to not remembering when most of them took place, there is a good point raised about the earliest story laying a foundation for later ones.
I shall start with 2.
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For a bit of background I grew up in the American south to a Jewish household which included parents, an older brother, an older sister, a younger brother, a younger sister, and a grandmother and grandfather who lived with us. Cousins, aunts, and uncles frequently visited us. I am a natural redhead which you can probably guess is why I have my fondness for Jessica Rabbit displayed in my account icon. I swing both ways and had a very active dating life come my late teen years. But before that I was quite socially awkward due to teasing for my flaming locks, thick curves, and unusually large breasts. I was an early bloomer and was called derogatory names, compared to a cow, or accused of sexualizing myself because of it. Despite my self-consciousness I was still very proactive about having a social life, my large family no doubt helping me deal with group social settings.
You would think that my self-consciousness was there from the start but no it came as I began to develop around the onset of puberty. While I have next to no memories of my years before this my family has told many stories about my exploits as their little nudist. Normally I would doubt them but they have shown me photo albums and home movies which corroborate them. Apparently I was the first child in my grade to be successfully potty trained because my mother used the threat that I could not run around nude if I still needed a diaper.
From how my parents tell it they had trouble getting me to keep my clothes on from an early age. Given it was the south it was fairly acceptable for a toddler to be nude or topless in the middle of summer. You might think my parents tried to fight me to get clothes on before giving up but from how they tell it one of my aunts on my mother's side who I never met is a nudist and this caused my mother to be more accepting of my childhood desire to not wear clothes. I can at least confirm that my mother says I never picked it up from her sister, so it must just be a gene she passed ha. Ah ha ha.
Since I was too young to remember these scattered anecdotes, I hope you don't mind the impersonal and somewhat disjointed way I share them. I promise that other stories I have clearer memories of will be more cinematic in their storytelling.
I first rediscovered this aspect of myself in my adulthood when going through old photo albums at a family reunion. It was the wedding of one of my cousins. As you flip through the photos you see that I at some point between them shed my little white dress. I appeared to be 4 years old at the time and my siblings and aunts teased me over it. One photo sticks out in my memory of my new cousin-in-law, a woman who looked barely 19, holding me in one arm. I'm completely naked, my nubile bare body pressed into the side of this woman in a wedding dress, sucking my thumb without a care in the world. My mother says I had remained nude even for the traditional Jewish dances held at the wedding and all my extended relatives and new in-laws marveled at what a cute little thing I was.
I would head out to play with my two siblings closer to me in age and any cousins my age who were visiting. Kids in the neighborhood would often play outside back then. While I enjoyed the occasional video game, movie, TV show, or board game, I did most of my activities out in the southern sunlight. From how my mother tells me, it was rarer for me to come home with my clothes still on than not. She had apparently scolded me on losing them many times and I never could give her an explanation for where they went. From how my siblings and the friends I kept in contact with said, I would always shed them myself. On the rare occasion a boy my age would try to get me to disrobe, all it took was the mere suggestion for me to pull my dress up and off, drop my panties, and kick off my sandals.
An older gentleman who often watched us play from his porch told me once that the boys were always very curious about my body, though I would scream and thrash if they tried to touch me without asking first. He says I was fine with them looking all they wanted, and if they asked politely or with respect, I would even do a bit of posing for them so long as I felt like it. Apparently flattery would get them very far in these requests for a good view or copping a feel.
His grandson was my age and he says I seemed to have a puppy crush on him. On the days he was out playing with us, our volunteer guardian would frequently see me, still in single digit age, teasing him with my bare body. I would bend over to moon him and affectionately press up against him when we were sitting down to rest or I was chatting him up. This caused him much mixed feelings between "cute naked girl" and "ew, cooties." When we played any game which required roles, I would apparently always insist on being his wife in whatever scenario it was, even if married couples were not required for the scenario. The old man says despite his grandson's shyness regarding my bare forwardness, he would often talk about me to his parents at the end of the day. He says his grandson's father would always shake his head in disapproval, but the boy's mother would encourage him about his little crush on the cute naked redhead.
Some other anecdotes my neighbors and family have told me, some of which have a photo or two to corroborating them:
I couldn't stand wearing anything above the waist. I would doff my blouses or shirts as soon as I got home.
My two older siblings would give me a bath in the morning if it was a particularly sweltering night. After toweling me off, I would run away and refuse to get dressed. They would coax me into my clothes if it was a school day, but there was no getting me to stay dressed on the weekends, even when friends were visiting.
I often went naked to friends' houses even when I was as old as 7. I have only scattered snippets of what went on at these houses but even when I went fully dressed, I would always return completely nude. Judging by how none of the parents of my friends complained, I presume it was just seen as something cute and innocent by them.
School, on the other hand, was tumultuous. They let me take my shirt off in preschool and even let me strip nude for the bathroom or naps. Come kindergarten, the teachers tried to get me to stay dressed but finally gave up on this losing war. Come 1st grade, the teasing from my classmates about my nudity in class or on the playground finally pressured me into not indulging in nudity at school. But I would always strip as soon as I got home, if not along the way from school.
I would frequently return from playing outside completely covered in dirt or, on wetter days, mud. My mother would insist on hosing me down outside and letting me drip off so I wouldn't make the house dirty. Usually some of my playmates would follow me home just to watch this happen. Mom says I was akin to a labrador retriever and absolutely loved the cold spray on my naked body. She says I would jump and dance and pantomime stereotypical shower motions I had seen in movies, much to the delight of the boys watching. She let them, just seeing it as harmless curiosity. Boys would be boys after all, and she felt a healthy interest in her adorable daughter's body would benefit both the developing boys and her developing naked daughter. While waiting for myself to dry, I would sit with these fully clothed boys and chat, with them hanging on every word I said as they watched the water drip between my butt crack and off my tiny pink erect nipples. The fact even the black and Hispanic boys were clearly interested in my body at that age led my aunt to make jokes that are quite racially insensitive by today's standards. Occasionally one of the girls would tag along to watch this spectacle, but they rarely came a second time. I think the fact it was nothing but boys watching me made them awkward and self-conscious about being the only girl present expressing similar interest in my naked body.
On that note, you would think the little nudist girl would get hate from girls my age but you'd be wrong. They were usually almost as curious about my body as the boys, either due to future lives as bisexuals or lesbians, wanting to get a comparison of how someone else looked, or just because they found my nudity fun or a curiosity. I have a vague half-memory of feeling very weird when I let this little blonde girl in pigtails examine and touch my little pussy, but I sometimes wonder if it's a false memory. Apparently I never owned a single swimsuit, always going fully nude at the creek or public pool. When running into any teenagers or college aged adults, they would always treat me as an innocent girl just having fun and being a little nudist. I don't recall anyone ever perving on me. There was some casual touching of my shoulders due to Southern friendliness, but that was about it. Even the old man I mentioned who watched us play was just being a responsible adult supervisor for his grandson and his friends. Has still very happily married and deeply in love with his wife at that age with no desire to betray her, and had zero interest in perving on us. He simply saw my nude flirtation with his grandson as cute childish mischief. I would always scream bloody murder the moment I felt a touch which made me uncomfortable or I just didn't want.
I recall that sometimes on indoor days, I would sit on the armrest of my grandfather's old recliner. Fully nude in front of this elderly blood relative, he would scratch up and down my back. Apparently I would arch my spine and let out a low moaning sound which he compared to a cat purring. Eventually I would fall asleep, curled naked in my grandfather's slacks-clad lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. I still have some memories of this from when I was around 7 or 8 years old, though for years I forgot I was nude for them. A formative memory which sticks out to me was when I was 9 years old. I was leaning back as my grandfather really scratched at my bare back when I felt my new breasts jiggling on my chest. It was a foreign sensation to me which no doubt sparked my developing body shyness. There is something about brand-new budding breasts which were not there the day before, the sensation of them jiggling on your chest, which makes you suddenly very aware of your own body in ways you were not before.
It was sometime between the ages of 9 and 12 that I suddenly became quite self-conscious of my growing breasts and developing curves. Gone was the girl who boldly rubbed her nude body against a boy she liked. A pair of glasses and proper clothes became my norm as I went from the popular nudist girl to a redheaded Jewish nerd who stuck to the background even among her groups of friends. I forgot all about my time as a girlhood nudist. But perhaps these years were the subconscious cause of the nudity I would encounter in the years to come.
While I cannot tell these stories in chronological order due to not remembering when most of them took place, there is a good point raised about the earliest story laying a foundation for later ones.
I shall start with 2.
_
For a bit of background I grew up in the American south to a Jewish household which included parents, an older brother, an older sister, a younger brother, a younger sister, and a grandmother and grandfather who lived with us. Cousins, aunts, and uncles frequently visited us. I am a natural redhead which you can probably guess is why I have my fondness for Jessica Rabbit displayed in my account icon. I swing both ways and had a very active dating life come my late teen years. But before that I was quite socially awkward due to teasing for my flaming locks, thick curves, and unusually large breasts. I was an early bloomer and was called derogatory names, compared to a cow, or accused of sexualizing myself because of it. Despite my self-consciousness I was still very proactive about having a social life, my large family no doubt helping me deal with group social settings.
You would think that my self-consciousness was there from the start but no it came as I began to develop around the onset of puberty. While I have next to no memories of my years before this my family has told many stories about my exploits as their little nudist. Normally I would doubt them but they have shown me photo albums and home movies which corroborate them. Apparently I was the first child in my grade to be successfully potty trained because my mother used the threat that I could not run around nude if I still needed a diaper.
From how my parents tell it they had trouble getting me to keep my clothes on from an early age. Given it was the south it was fairly acceptable for a toddler to be nude or topless in the middle of summer. You might think my parents tried to fight me to get clothes on before giving up but from how they tell it one of my aunts on my mother's side who I never met is a nudist and this caused my mother to be more accepting of my childhood desire to not wear clothes. I can at least confirm that my mother says I never picked it up from her sister, so it must just be a gene she passed ha. Ah ha ha.
Since I was too young to remember these scattered anecdotes, I hope you don't mind the impersonal and somewhat disjointed way I share them. I promise that other stories I have clearer memories of will be more cinematic in their storytelling.
I first rediscovered this aspect of myself in my adulthood when going through old photo albums at a family reunion. It was the wedding of one of my cousins. As you flip through the photos you see that I at some point between them shed my little white dress. I appeared to be 4 years old at the time and my siblings and aunts teased me over it. One photo sticks out in my memory of my new cousin-in-law, a woman who looked barely 19, holding me in one arm. I'm completely naked, my nubile bare body pressed into the side of this woman in a wedding dress, sucking my thumb without a care in the world. My mother says I had remained nude even for the traditional Jewish dances held at the wedding and all my extended relatives and new in-laws marveled at what a cute little thing I was.
I would head out to play with my two siblings closer to me in age and any cousins my age who were visiting. Kids in the neighborhood would often play outside back then. While I enjoyed the occasional video game, movie, TV show, or board game, I did most of my activities out in the southern sunlight. From how my mother tells me, it was rarer for me to come home with my clothes still on than not. She had apparently scolded me on losing them many times and I never could give her an explanation for where they went. From how my siblings and the friends I kept in contact with said, I would always shed them myself. On the rare occasion a boy my age would try to get me to disrobe, all it took was the mere suggestion for me to pull my dress up and off, drop my panties, and kick off my sandals.
An older gentleman who often watched us play from his porch told me once that the boys were always very curious about my body, though I would scream and thrash if they tried to touch me without asking first. He says I was fine with them looking all they wanted, and if they asked politely or with respect, I would even do a bit of posing for them so long as I felt like it. Apparently flattery would get them very far in these requests for a good view or copping a feel.
His grandson was my age and he says I seemed to have a puppy crush on him. On the days he was out playing with us, our volunteer guardian would frequently see me, still in single digit age, teasing him with my bare body. I would bend over to moon him and affectionately press up against him when we were sitting down to rest or I was chatting him up. This caused him much mixed feelings between "cute naked girl" and "ew, cooties." When we played any game which required roles, I would apparently always insist on being his wife in whatever scenario it was, even if married couples were not required for the scenario. The old man says despite his grandson's shyness regarding my bare forwardness, he would often talk about me to his parents at the end of the day. He says his grandson's father would always shake his head in disapproval, but the boy's mother would encourage him about his little crush on the cute naked redhead.
Some other anecdotes my neighbors and family have told me, some of which have a photo or two to corroborating them:
I couldn't stand wearing anything above the waist. I would doff my blouses or shirts as soon as I got home.
My two older siblings would give me a bath in the morning if it was a particularly sweltering night. After toweling me off, I would run away and refuse to get dressed. They would coax me into my clothes if it was a school day, but there was no getting me to stay dressed on the weekends, even when friends were visiting.
I often went naked to friends' houses even when I was as old as 7. I have only scattered snippets of what went on at these houses but even when I went fully dressed, I would always return completely nude. Judging by how none of the parents of my friends complained, I presume it was just seen as something cute and innocent by them.
School, on the other hand, was tumultuous. They let me take my shirt off in preschool and even let me strip nude for the bathroom or naps. Come kindergarten, the teachers tried to get me to stay dressed but finally gave up on this losing war. Come 1st grade, the teasing from my classmates about my nudity in class or on the playground finally pressured me into not indulging in nudity at school. But I would always strip as soon as I got home, if not along the way from school.
I would frequently return from playing outside completely covered in dirt or, on wetter days, mud. My mother would insist on hosing me down outside and letting me drip off so I wouldn't make the house dirty. Usually some of my playmates would follow me home just to watch this happen. Mom says I was akin to a labrador retriever and absolutely loved the cold spray on my naked body. She says I would jump and dance and pantomime stereotypical shower motions I had seen in movies, much to the delight of the boys watching. She let them, just seeing it as harmless curiosity. Boys would be boys after all, and she felt a healthy interest in her adorable daughter's body would benefit both the developing boys and her developing naked daughter. While waiting for myself to dry, I would sit with these fully clothed boys and chat, with them hanging on every word I said as they watched the water drip between my butt crack and off my tiny pink erect nipples. The fact even the black and Hispanic boys were clearly interested in my body at that age led my aunt to make jokes that are quite racially insensitive by today's standards. Occasionally one of the girls would tag along to watch this spectacle, but they rarely came a second time. I think the fact it was nothing but boys watching me made them awkward and self-conscious about being the only girl present expressing similar interest in my naked body.
On that note, you would think the little nudist girl would get hate from girls my age but you'd be wrong. They were usually almost as curious about my body as the boys, either due to future lives as bisexuals or lesbians, wanting to get a comparison of how someone else looked, or just because they found my nudity fun or a curiosity. I have a vague half-memory of feeling very weird when I let this little blonde girl in pigtails examine and touch my little pussy, but I sometimes wonder if it's a false memory. Apparently I never owned a single swimsuit, always going fully nude at the creek or public pool. When running into any teenagers or college aged adults, they would always treat me as an innocent girl just having fun and being a little nudist. I don't recall anyone ever perving on me. There was some casual touching of my shoulders due to Southern friendliness, but that was about it. Even the old man I mentioned who watched us play was just being a responsible adult supervisor for his grandson and his friends. Has still very happily married and deeply in love with his wife at that age with no desire to betray her, and had zero interest in perving on us. He simply saw my nude flirtation with his grandson as cute childish mischief. I would always scream bloody murder the moment I felt a touch which made me uncomfortable or I just didn't want.
I recall that sometimes on indoor days, I would sit on the armrest of my grandfather's old recliner. Fully nude in front of this elderly blood relative, he would scratch up and down my back. Apparently I would arch my spine and let out a low moaning sound which he compared to a cat purring. Eventually I would fall asleep, curled naked in my grandfather's slacks-clad lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. I still have some memories of this from when I was around 7 or 8 years old, though for years I forgot I was nude for them. A formative memory which sticks out to me was when I was 9 years old. I was leaning back as my grandfather really scratched at my bare back when I felt my new breasts jiggling on my chest. It was a foreign sensation to me which no doubt sparked my developing body shyness. There is something about brand-new budding breasts which were not there the day before, the sensation of them jiggling on your chest, which makes you suddenly very aware of your own body in ways you were not before.
It was sometime between the ages of 9 and 12 that I suddenly became quite self-conscious of my growing breasts and developing curves. Gone was the girl who boldly rubbed her nude body against a boy she liked. A pair of glasses and proper clothes became my norm as I went from the popular nudist girl to a redheaded Jewish nerd who stuck to the background even among her groups of friends. I forgot all about my time as a girlhood nudist. But perhaps these years were the subconscious cause of the nudity I would encounter in the years to come.
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Very well written , I loved reading it. I assume the incidents will get better as you get older and have more of a recollection of what happened
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Nice story, didn't something ENF happen to you in the school showers or during a medical exam?
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I'd like to hear all of them, but #3 gets my vote. Either that, or chronological order would be nice too.
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They will certainly be more fleshed out the closer to the present they are. The incidents I remember more clearly will also have dialogue.Freesub wrote: Mon Sep 15, 2025 12:06 pm Very well written , I loved reading it. I assume the incidents will get better as you get older and have more of a recollection of what happened
Unfortunately my medical exams were all quite proper and chaste.youlao wrote: Tue Sep 16, 2025 3:53 am Nice story, didn't something ENF happen to you in the school showers or during a medical exam?
I was teased in the showers for my breasts but it was just verbal bullying. Some friends groped my breasts in the shower and while it was quite embarrassing I cannot say it was ENF because everyone was naked in a place we were supposed to be.
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Anytime a person is touched (while being naked) on places one doesn't want to be touched can be considered to be ENF/ENM.Spathic Swordmaiden wrote: Thu Sep 18, 2025 8:08 pm
I was teased in the showers for my breasts but it was just verbal bullying. Some friends groped my breasts in the shower and while it was quite embarrassing I cannot say it was ENF because everyone was naked in a place we were supposed to be.
Just because the others are also naked in the shower room doesn't decrease the humiliation.
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Hm... I suppose I was taking ENF a bit too literal in its definition. Thank you I appreciate the guidance.TeenFan wrote: Fri Sep 19, 2025 3:13 pmAnytime a person is touched (while being naked) on places one doesn't want to be touched can be considered to be ENF/ENM.Spathic Swordmaiden wrote: Thu Sep 18, 2025 8:08 pm
I was teased in the showers for my breasts but it was just verbal bullying. Some friends groped my breasts in the shower and while it was quite embarrassing I cannot say it was ENF because everyone was naked in a place we were supposed to be.
Just because the others are also naked in the shower room doesn't decrease the humiliation.
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These story premises are SO tantalizing! I really hope you keep writing them. My personal vote would be a MASSIVE yes for 4 and 6, with honorable mention to number 9. 4 might also continue the progression nicely (just a thought).
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