“Oh my god, Lara!", Julia exclaimed in a surprise. “What you doing?"
Julia's surprise turned into a giggle.
"Ha! I just did!?" Lara said in a cavalier manner.
Julia giggled. “Oh my God Lara!”
“Well, if I'm going to be a naked writer, why not start now?” Lara countered.
"People are going to see out here!" Julia noted, still giggling.
"Yeah, but what's the point of becoming the naked writer if no one ever sees me naked?"
"Oh my God!" Julia was still giggling.
This was the Lara that Julia considered to be "the real Lara". It was Lara without feeling traumatized, not throwing tantrums, and not diving into her six-year old girl. This Lara was mature, intelligent, smarmy, daring, and yet still kinky in a playful, seductive way. Julia often asked to see "real Lara" when she sensed Lara transitioning into an alter. But Lara was never able to control her alters. The only alter she could voluntarily switch into was her six-year old girl, and that was through masturbation only. Otherwise, Lara's state of mind was dependent on external factors.
Lara looked out the passenger-side window. “So when are you leaving for Indiana?” She asked.
“Anytime this month; I’m already accepted.” Julia responded, trying to contain her amusement.
“I’m going to miss you, you know?” Lara said with a more serious tone.
Julia turned to look at her and smiled. “Aww, I'm going to miss you too!"
Julia changed her facial expression into something more goofy and said, "You and your naked butt!"
"But we’ll call each other?" Lara looked with a question.
“Yeah, we will!"
Lara looked down the street ahead and noticed a garbage can sitting by the curb.
“Hey, stop by that garbage can." Lara pointed.
“What, you want me to pull over?” Julia asked.
“Yeah, over there.” Lara said.
When the light turned green, Julia pulled over by the garbage can, and Lara stepped out, nude. She opened the garbage can and threw her clothes in, and then stood triumphantly with her arms and hands in the air.
"Ta da!" She exclaimed
Julia was astonished.
Lara got back into the car.
“You just threw away your clothes!”
“Yup!” Lara said smugly.
“You could have just kept them with you. I mean, you didn't have to throw them away!”
“Why” Lara asked. “If I’m going to be the naked writer, why would I need clothes?”
Julia shook her head in disbelief, and then chuckled and looked at Lara. Lara looked back and smiled with confidence.
Somehow, it wasn't enough to sit in the car naked. Lara needed to distance herself physically from her clothing. It made her feel more liberated knowing there weren't any clothes available to put on should she be confronted.
“Naked writer, huh?” Lara commented.
Julia smirked. “Well, it’s something anyway.”
“I think it would be cool to find a way to live without money.” Lara replied. “Maybe I could write or work in exchange for just living the way I want to live."
“Well that would definitely be you!” Julia answered.
Lara often talked about feeling free when she was naked, but in reality she was never free. Society demanded her to remain indoors if she wanted to be nude, and her mother had required her to put clothes on when guests were in the house. There wasn't much freedom in being naked.
“That’s what sucks about our country.” Lara said. “You can’t go anywhere naked. You have to always wear clothes. I mean, who made up that dumb rule?”
“My dad, that’s probably who!” Julia remarked emphatically.
Lara chuckled.
"Hey!" Lara spoke out. "Let's go to Bentley Park."
"Bentley Park?" Julia asked.
"Yeah, I want to show you something."
