When I was a kid back in the 90s, things were really different to how they are now. Things seemed so much looser; the days before people started getting uptight and offended by everything. In the final two years of junior school we had a weekly swimming lesson at the pool just up the road from school. It was a scruffy, run-down old pool (demolished not long after I left) but the whole class of around 30 kids would go and it was great fun. The one thing about it that still really sticks in my memory is the changing room. There were separate guys and girls changing rooms, accessed from the main entrance lobby.
The girls changing room was right at the far end, but the door to the boys’ was close to the main building entrance. Our lessons were always in the first slot of the day, so they’d always just finished mopping the floors, which meant they propped the changing room door wide open with a heavy metal bin, I guess for ventilation. It didn’t really matter on the way in, as there would be no one in the lobby. Our teacher was female, so she always went in to supervise the girls while they changed. However, after our lessons it was a totally different story.
The slot after ours was booked for a different school, but the kids were around the same age as us. They always seemed to arrive early, so their teacher would make them all wait in the lobby until our class had finished changing. The lobby was fairly small for 25-30 kids, so they were always crowded in. I think their teacher must have gone off to talk to our teacher or the swimming teacher etc, as they usually seemed to be left unsupervised for some of the time. The layout meant that every week quite a few of them, including girls, would end up crowded right outside the wide-open door to the boys changing room. It was a fairly small rectangular room with open benches, so they could literally see a whole class of guys the same age as them stripping naked, drying off and getting dressed.
I remember a few occasions where I must have been the last one in, because I ended up having to use the section of bench nearest the door. It was literally only about 4 feet from the wide open doorway to the lobby. I remember I’d come in from the pool, dripping wet in just my trunks and there would be three or four girls already standing right by the open doorway, talking to each other. When I got to the bench it felt really awkward - I basically had to take off my trunks and dry myself right in front of them. I guess being 11 or whatever I wasn’t confident enough to say anything to them, and it’s not like they had anywhere else to move to.
(Bear in mind I was still a few years away from getting a thrill out of being seen) the worst part was they’d just stand and watch, totally blatantly, even making eye contact sometimes. They would just stand there right by the doorway, looking at all the guys as we got changed. Nothing was ever said or done about it though.
That said, there was one week where they pushed it too far - we came back from the pool to find three of the girls were stood just inside the doorway - actually in the boys changing room, and another was even sitting on the very end of the bench closest to the open door. Some of the guys in my class started making comments and shouting stuff at them, but they just gave as much back, smirking and shrugging etc. It was absolutely ridiculous, me and a couple of the other guys had to strip naked literally in touching distance of these fully clothed girls. However, things quickly changed when all of a sudden one of the guys who regularly played the fool suddenly ran across the changing room nude and threw a pair of someone’s underpants right at the one sitting down. They hit her straight in the face. Cue lots of ‘eww’ and ‘oh my god’ type comments, but it did the trick and they got out of there quick! Didn’t seem to stop them looking in again in later weeks, but they never came into the changing room again.
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