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It's not sexual...not really. You just love the feeling of being unrestrained by clothes, at one with nature, free from the shackles of modesty. The woods are seldom occupied, so you just love to feel the spring breeze on your womanhood, the gentle tingle of cool air on your oh-so-sensitive nipples.
The part of you that still remembers the masculinity of your original body is fascinated by this exhibitionist streak. You cede control to your instincts and allow your body to carry you where it yearns to go.
This is the life! You wonder what it would be like to stay in this dimension...