I’m Kristin, your resident nudist guide, mischief-maker, and all-around champion of letting it all hang out (respectfully, of course). If you’ve ever shivered at the thought of parading your bare body around a busy public beach—or if your neighbors are the type who’d peer over the fence at the slightest hint of skin—then congratulations: you’ve come to the right place. This book is all about finding those sneaky, hush-hush corners of the world (and your backyard) where you can doff your clothes, relax, and not worry about an audience snapping photos from behind a bush.

You might be wondering, “Kristin, why would anyone want to be naked in secret?” Believe me, that question kept me up at night once upon a time, too. Then I realized my love-hate relationship with my own thighs wasn’t exactly helped by the idea of stepping into a swarm of strangers, stripped to my birthday suit. There’s something refreshingly peaceful about being naked all by yourself—or with a small, chosen group of partners in crime—without the added pressure of onlookers. Besides, sometimes you just want to sunbathe with your butt out, but also avoid an awkward run-in with the mailman.

I learned this lesson the hilariously hard way: one sunny morning, I decided to test the waters of backyard nudism. Things were going great—birds chirping, breeze tickling my bare skin—until Susan (our beloved troublemaker) barged through the gate, loudly announcing she needed to borrow a cup of flour. Within seconds, I was half-sprinting for the nearest towel while she cackled like some cartoon villain. The incident made me realize that while I love being nude, a little privacy can go a long way when you’re not prepared for an audience.

Of course, I still have my fearless best friend Tanya—queen of the “my butt is better than yours” brag—who never seems fazed by any onlookers, invited or not. I’ll never forget the time she dragged me to a secluded waterfall, then stripped down in record time, yelling, “See, Kristin? No random hikers here!” Two minutes later, a family of bird-watchers strolled by, jaws on the floor. Tanya’s “OOPS!” face is seared into my memory. Let’s just say, if you’re going to get naked in nature, you want to be absolutely sure it’s the right nature spot—hence the need for this book.

Here, you’ll find tips and tales for everything from turning your own home into a nudist fortress (double-check your blinds, trust me) to scouting out lesser-known beaches where you can skinny-dip at midnight without an audience of curious partygoers. If you’re more of a camping type, we’ll talk about how to find those secret trails where you can leave your clothes—and your cares—behind. Yes, I’ll share how Georgina and Jackson plan their stealthy nude getaways, as well as Janessa’s baby steps into the hidden corners of the naturist world. We’ll chat about the gear (or lack thereof) you need, how to outsmart prying neighbors, and how to handle unexpected visitors who may or may not appreciate your full moon.

I won’t promise that you won’t run into a curious bystander here or there—Susan’s living proof that some people can sniff out drama from a mile away. But I will promise that once you master the art of finding quiet places for your nudist escapades, you’ll tap into a sense of freedom that’s more exhilarating than any push-up bra or tailored suit could ever deliver. Whether you’re tiptoeing into the shallows of secret nudity or fully cannonballing into the deep end, this book is your treasure map. Pack lightly, leave your insecurities at the door, and get ready to explore the wide, wild world—clothes definitely not required.