Her birthday suit was all she wore. What better way to end up naked, she reasoned, than to start naked?
In her head, she knew it was a major risk and she could get banned from the gym. But she wanted so desperately to let people here see her naked. On the other hand, the gym had her money and might well not refund it …
No, Sara was going to be naked at the gym today. She hadn't been naked beyond the locker room at the gym yet, so this was a milestone for her.
She began by stripping down as quickly as possible in the locker room. She created a combination for her locker, it being equipped with an electronic keypad. She hadn't even come with a change of clothes; she had stashed her street clothes in her gym bag. The clothes themselves pushed boundaries: a cropped tank top with short shorts and flip flops. But she would not even have those.
All she would have were her bracelets and a ready excuse: "Gym is a shortening of the word gymnasium, which comes from the Greek gymnos, meaning nude. I'm only returning to the classical form, albeit updated to let women participate, which is how it should have been in the first place."
Sara wasn't an outspoken feminist. She agreed that women should have the same rights as men, and she knew there were people who thought women should have fewer rights, less well-extended ones, or both, and thought such people were wrong. At least they were just a very stupid, though loud and annoying, minority. More than any other political issue, however, she wanted to be nude, and she figured the politician who ran while promising to legalize public nudity would be the most worthy of her attention.
Her heart no longer raced when she prepared to show herself off in the old haunts, at the park, the library, the beach or her neighbourhood. This would be new. This would excite her. But then a troubling thought struck her: she was also here to run up her heart rate the old-fashioned way. What if, just what if, the combination of adrenaline from exercise and excitement overstimulated her and she got too high? She could be injured, knocked out, or even killed.
But what a way to go it would be. And she probably wouldn't go that way; not today, anyway.
As she proceeded towards the exit, Sara could feel the eyes of some astounded women and girls on her. Chances were they didn't know her and were just too surprised to do anything. She made it onto the gym floor without incident.
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