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This isn’t exactly an experience about girls watching boys change, but similarly, an experience that I had involving women watching boys change. It happened such a long time ago and I don’t remember all of the details clearly, but I do remember a few key moments and how they made me feel.
When I was about 7 years old, my class would go to the public pool once a week for swimming. On the first week that we went, all of us boys were completely horsing around in the locker room, we took way too long and everybody had to wait on us. So it was decided that something had to be done. The second week that we went to the pool, a handful of some of the other boys’ mothers came along. It wasn’t really an issue until it was time to go into the change room. I remember walking into the change room and there being four women in there waiting for us. We were expected to change while they watched and/or helped us. They started by ushering us into the showers, making us line up allowing around 6 of us to shower at a time. I most definitely kept my swim trunks on. I was really put off by the fact that they were there. I remember seeing my classmates all in different states of undress in front of these women, and thinking that it wasn’t right. I felt so violated for the other boys, because being naked in front of girls was far too embarrassing. I knew that I didn’t want them to see me naked. In the end, I grabbed my clothes and got changed in a bathroom stall.
The following week was the same. When we went swimming the same group of mothers came along and came into our locker room. Now I don’t remember exactly what was going on in my 7 year old brain at the time, but at some point I had decided that I wanted to get changed in front of them. I was actually excited about it. I took my shower, again wearing my trunks. I was so nervous as I walked back to the bench where I left my bag. I remember having butterflies in my stomach and having to will myself up to strip down. My little heart was racing as I removed my swim trunks. It felt so liberating. I paused for a moment, and then I pushed myself to turn and face them. I remember the rush that I felt being naked in front of these women. I stood there for a moment, when one of them came over to me and asked if I needed help. I told her no and then proceeded to get dressed. After that day I was hooked.
The following week, and all weeks that followed, I couldn’t wait to be naked in front of these women. I would even remove my swim trunks before I got into the shower. I would try to be naked around them for as long as possible. I even remember intentionally trying to be last in line for the showers, so that I could stand around them naked for longer. I didn’t know why, nor did I care, but I loved being naked around theses women.
I don’t really remember how long this went on for, my best assessment would be four or five weeks. Nor do I remember when it ended. All I know is that it happened, and then it was over. The most interesting part of story, to me at least, is that the next time that I would be naked in front of this many women at the same time, would be about 14 years later, in this same locker room. But that’s a story for another time.
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