First Secretary Radetzky
When I found out I might be assigned to our embassy on Rireinu, I read up on it of course. It sounded like almost too good to be true. Class M planet, gravity close to 1g, day not too much shorter than 24h, climate mostly tropical, native sapients Human to ten decimal places... That the natives all look like Human females and that they seem to have a thing against clothes, were a bonus. I joined a naturist club in college, so I figured I was used to going about my business in the nude. I'd be able to fit in and move about unnoticed, always a useful skill for a diplomat.
So, long story short, I got the posting. The trip took so long I managed to get reasonably fluent in the language, so I thought I was prepared for everything. Well, it was everything as advertised, really. The dress code is belts with pouches, hats and sandals optional. The weather is great and the food is good. The sapients are very friendly when they find out I'm actually a galactic.
That was a problem for me in the beginning. Everybody just kept staring at me wherever I went. When I wore my clothes, it was curious stares, mostly friendly. I was obviously a galactic since I was wearing clothes, yet I looked so similar to them. When I went nude, the stares were much harder, very unfriendly. I was clearly not welcome. It took me the longest time to figure out what the problem was.
Hair. Since the natives don't really do clothing, they have a thing about hair. There's lots of rules about the cutting and styling of hair. All hair, but especially pubic hair. Pubic hair is... you could say that tuvu, pubic hair, is kinda sacred. It's a sign of adulthood, and age is very important to them, so they basically never cut their pubic hair. So, getting your pubic hair shaved is a punishment. It makes you symbolically into a child again and marks you as a ward of the state, so it's like a prison uniform as well.
Enter me, an ignorant galactic. The custom back home is to have all your body hair removed, which of course I had done as soon as I had any body hair to remove, ie. in high school, like all the cool kids. So when I walked out the embassy gate, undressed like the natives, I looked just like a native... a native just released ex-convict at best, an escapee at worst.
So nowadays I wear a merkin whenever I want to go out unnoticed further than the Embassy Quarter. Around here, everybody knows me already.