Author’s note: One day, I might write a story which doesn’t, at any point, rely on characters changing after going swimming as an excuse to get them naked. This is not that story. There are going to be some echoes of my first “changing cubicle” story here. I’m reusing some of the early ideas I had for that, which I ended up rejecting because they just didn’t fit with the way it developed. This new story hopefully has enough differences to be worthwhile, and has also been inspired by several threads that have been discussed recently in the “Your True Stories” forum.
One big difference between this and my other stories is that most of the main characters are younger (age 10/11), for reasons which will quickly become obvious. I’m aiming for something more light-hearted and innocent, so the embarrassment is going to be limited to simple naked exposure in front of others. I’m telling you this now, so you know not to expect anything more!
A short teaser for now - more to follow...
Prologue – Lifeguard duty
John sat on his elevated chair, surveying the swimming pool. The 16-year-old lifeguard enjoyed his job, getting to watch all the hot girls and young ladies cavorting around in their swimwear. He had a girlfriend (she was hot too), but he told himself there was no harm in looking. He had to watch for danger, after all.
The pool wasn’t full entirely of female eye candy, of course. There were men swimming too, and older, less attractive women, and kids. It was the school holidays, and there were a lot of families making use of the facility.
John saw a woman in her 30s enter the pool from the ladies’ changing room. She was dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit and had two boys in tow behind her. The boys were wearing board shorts and looked about age 10 or thereabouts.
John frowned. The pool had a strict rule against children over age 8 using the opposite sex changing room. Tom, the pool manager, had told all the staff to enforce it, ever since a male customer had complained of being made to feel uncomfortable when another man had brought his 10-year-old daughter into the male changing room while he had been naked.
These boys looked about the same age. John recognised one of them. He was of medium build and had an impish face topped with floppy, mousey-brown hair. This was Harry, part of a gang of kids who turned up at the pool regularly and were a frequent thorn in John’s side. They were noisy and boisterous, with little regard for the rules against running or bombing into the pool, and often disturbing the other swimmers. Fortunately, the rest of his group didn’t seem to be here today.
The woman was clearly Harry’s mother, John could see the resemblance, but the other boy didn’t seem to be related to them. He looked familiar to John too, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen him before. Slighter in build than Harry, the yellow shorts he wore would’ve slid off his hips if they hadn’t been tied tight. His dark hair was spiky and very short. John was certain he’d seen his face before. A lot of kids came to the pool, but John didn’t think that was it.
Ah well, it didn’t matter. He resolved to have a quiet word with the woman at a convenient moment, but it slipped his mind as he found himself distracted by a group of teenage girls in rather small bikinis. He thought nothing more about the two boys until he saw one of them put his hands flat on the side of the pool. The boy, the one John recognised as Harry, hauled himself out and began to walk away.
“Wait, where are you going, Harry?” asked the other boy, the familiar one with the spiky hair. Harry stopped, grinned and ran back to the poolside. “To land on your face!” he shouted, tucking his legs up as he leapt into the pool and bombing into the water with a splash, before John could stop him. The lifeguard blew his whistle and looked angrily at the boy.
Harry ignored him and climbed out the pool again. “No seriously,” he said. “I need to go pee. I’ll be back in a minute.” “In the men’s room?” asked the other boy. “Yeah,” Harry replied. “Mum only makes me change with her. She lets me use the toilet by myself.” He said this with a touch of sarcasm.
“I’m coming with you,” said the other boy, climbing out after him. “What?” Harry asked. “No Sam, that’s weird. Only girls go to the toilet together.” Sam shook his head and followed anyway. “I’m coming with you,” he repeated.
John, still watching the pair, had heard this conversation. Suddenly he realised where he knew the second kid from, and why he hadn’t recognised them before. He climbed down from his lifeguard chair and intercepted the pair as they were about to enter the male changing room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Harry looked puzzled at being asked. Sure, the lifeguard often told him off for what he was doing, but going for a pee? Sam answered for him. “Er, to the toilet?” he said. Harry nodded, clutching at his penis through his board shorts with some urgency, as if he couldn’t hold it in much longer. “I need to pee,” he confirmed, rather unnecessarily.
John pointed to Harry. “You’re fine,” he said. Then he pointed at Sam and said, matter-of-factly, “You, on the other hand, can’t go in there. No girls allowed in the men’s changing room. And by the way, why exactly are you wearing boys’ swimming shorts, Samantha?”
To be continued…
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Samantha Davies and her family had recently moved to the area. She and her younger sister Isobel would be starting at a new school soon and their parents were keen they meet as many of their new classmates as possible, to make the start of term easier. Samantha was small for her age, and had been bullied by boys at her last school.
She was also self-conscious about her hair, following an unfortunate recent incident. Samantha had, without telling anyone, bought numerous hair products and experimented with styling her hair and dying it purple in the bathroom by herself. It had all gone horribly wrong. Samantha had been devastated when her mother had told her that her beautifully long tresses were unsalvageable and would have to be cut off. She had cried uncontrollably while the hairdresser did the deed.
But things were looking up since then. She had already become good friends with one girl who would be in her new class, and she had known one of the boys for years. Samantha’s mother and Harry Woodhouse’s mother had been friends long before the recent house move and, while the two children weren’t very close friends, they had been occasional playmates.
Today, Samantha had been visiting Harry’s house, while her mother was working and her father was taking Isobel to a birthday party to meet a few of her own future classmates. Samantha and Harry had been getting restless. Sick of them running around her house, Harry’s mother had suggested taking them to the pool to burn off some energy. She had offered to call by Samantha’s home along the way, so she could collect her bathing things, but Samantha had pointed out that wouldn’t work. No one else was at home, and Samantha didn’t have a door key. She had nothing to swim in.
Mrs Woodhouse had looked Samantha up and down for a moment, pondering. “Hmm,” she said. “Not wanting to get too personal, my dear, but it doesn’t look like your chest has started developing yet, dear. Am I right? If so, you can borrow Harry’s spare shorts and swim in those instead of your normal costume.”
“But,” Samantha protested, “people will think I’m a BOY! I already get jokes about that with my hair the way it is at the moment!” Harry sniggered beside her, but his mother ignored him and continued talking to Samantha. “No one will know or care whether you’re a boy or a girl, but it’s shorts or nothing. Do you want to go swimming or would you rather stay here?”
“Go swimming, I guess. Sorry, Mrs Woodhouse,” Samantha apologised. “Thanks for letting me borrow Harry’s shorts”. Harry grabbed her by the wrist. “Come on,” he said, taking Samantha to his bedroom. He rummaged in a drawer and tossed out two pairs of board shorts, which landed on his bed. They were of similar style, with drawstrings and mesh inner linings for going swimming in. One was green with pictures of palm trees on, the other was plain yellow.
“Here you go,” Harry said. “Take your pick.” Samantha looked doubtful, was she really going to wear nothing but a pair of shorts in front of Harry and a whole pool full of people? Harry noticed her hesitation. “If you don’t like them, Mum said it was shorts or nothing. So, I guess you could wear nothing.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows to suggest he’d like it if she did that.
“Ha ha,” Samantha deadpanned, and picked up the yellow shorts. Harry picked up the green pair and his grin faded. He looked uneasy for a moment, then said, “Erm, my mum makes me go in the ladies’ changing room with her. I usually change into my shorts before we leave home, so I don’t have to, y’know, get undressed around all the women and girls.” He blushed a little as he said this.
Samantha was surprised. Firstly that Harry’s mother made him change with her, and secondly that he seemed ashamed about it. She hadn’t known him to embarrass easily. “Does that mean you get to watch all the women and girls undressing?” she giggled. “No wonder you wanted me to wear nothing. Do you see them NAKED?” She felt naughty saying the last word out loud.
“Not as much as you’d think,” Harry muttered glumly. “Most of them keep their cossies on in the shower and change in the cubicles or under towels when they know a boy is there.”
“Oh, poor boy,” Samantha mocked him. Without preamble, she turned her back to Harry, quickly slipped her knickers off underneath her dress and put the yellow shorts on instead. The bottom of the shorts was just about visible below the hem of her dress when she turned back around. Her quick change had taken all of about ten seconds. “There,” she said. “I’m ready!”
She sat down on Harry’s bed. “Aren’t you going to change too?” she asked Harry, eyeing him closely. He was flustered, both that Samantha had casually changed out of her underwear in front of him (not that he’d been able to see anything) and at the thought of doing the same. “What? I’m not changing in front of you!” “Why not? You’re the one who suggested wearing NOTHING. I think you should show me how,” Samantha teased. Harry shook his head. “No, I’ll go in the bathroom. Be back in a minute.”
Harry’s mother, however, was using the bathroom when he got there. She was changing into her own swimsuit before putting her regular clothes back on over it. Not wanting to wait, Harry decided to change in his parents’ bedroom instead. No one was in there and it would only take a moment. He gave the bedroom door a gentle push closed behind him. It didn’t shut all the way, but that was fine, he reasoned. No one else was around.
Or so he thought. Samantha, meanwhile, had figured there was no point waiting in Harry’s room alone. She was ready to leave for the pool as soon as Harry and his mum were, so she went to go back downstairs and wait for them. The door of Harry’s parents’ room was slightly ajar as she passed it, and a movement inside caught her eye.
Samantha paused and looked past the crack in the door to see Harry, his back turned mostly to her. He was still wearing his t-shirt but had taken his trousers off and the only other item he had on was a pair of pale blue briefs. It had been a long time since Samantha had last seen Harry in his underwear, and they had been a lot younger back then. She watched his hands grab the sides of his waistband, about to slip his briefs off.
Harry was stripping naked and Samantha was right there to witness it! She froze silently. While she hadn’t seen Harry’s underwear for a long time, she had NEVER seen what he kept hidden inside it. But now his bum cheeks were coming into her view. From the back, Harry’s briefs could almost be mistaken for a pair of girl’s knickers and, as he pulled them down, Harry’s bottom could also be mistaken for that of a girl too. Of course, Samantha knew that the really interesting parts were at the front, but even so, she delighted in the forbidden glimpse of her friend’s bare bum for the first time ever.
She lingered behind the door as she watched the boy step into his board shorts, hoping but failing to see anything further. She retreated downstairs as Harry pulled his shorts up around his waist and began to tie them. The show was over and she didn’t want to get caught when he turned around.
She replayed the incident in her head on the drive to the swimming pool, enjoying the memory of her mostly naked playmate. She didn’t let on about what she had seen. Maybe she would do sometime, but she would save the revelation for a time when it would have maximum impact, such as when he next teased her about her hair.
What Harry had said about the changing rooms at the pool was true. Everyone in there was very careful not to let him see anything. Once Samantha had pulled her dress off over her head and stood there in Harry’s spare yellow shorts, people who noticed her (and hadn’t seen her in her dress) kept away from her too. Mrs Woodhouse had been right, Samantha’s chest still looked basically the same as a boy’s chest, and no one would know that she hid girl parts instead of boy parts inside the shorts she was wearing.
It was an odd feeling, being surrounded by women and girls and assumed to be a boy. It made Samantha feel out of place, as if she was trespassing somewhere she wasn’t meant to be. She figured this must be a taste of what Harry felt every time he came here. “Um, if people are going to think I’m a boy, I guess I’d better go with it,” she said to Harry and his mother. “Can you call me ‘Sam’ rather than ‘Samantha’ when we’re in the pool, please? I don’t want to get weird looks for being a girl in shorts, or for anyone to comment about me not wearing a top! It’s bad enough being a girl with short hair!”
That feeling of being in the wrong changing room was forgotten once they got into the pool and began playing. They splashed around with other kids at times. True to her wishes, Harry remembered to call her ‘Sam’ and no one commented on her unusual swimming attire. Samantha started to enjoy the game of pretending to be a boy, although she was glad it was only pretend. Boys had those funny parts between their legs. Samantha was interested in what they looked like, but wouldn’t want to have them as part of her own body.
Harry bombed into the pool and splashed her in the face, distracting her from thoughts of boy parts. But then he told her he needed to pee, and was going off to the male changing room to do it. Samantha hadn’t hesitated. She was indistinguishable from a boy at present. This was her chance to see inside their changing room, maybe even see a few boys naked!
“I’m coming with you,” she said, climbing out of the pool and following Harry. He was surprised by this. They both knew Samatha had no good reason to be in the male changing room. Besides, Harry reasoned, if Samantha really wanted to pass for a boy, she’d better learn that boys do NOT visit the toilet in pairs. “What? No Sam, that’s weird. Only girls go to the toilet together,” Harry said, but she shook her head and followed him anyway. “I’m coming with you,” she repeated, determined.
They hadn’t quite made it off the poolside and into the changing room when an older voice stopped them in their tracks. “Where do you think you’re going?” asked a voice Samantha recognised as belonging to her new teenage neighbour, John. “Uh oh, busted!” she thought. She hadn’t known John worked as a lifeguard here, and there was no way he hadn’t recognised Samantha through her ‘disguise’.
She tried bluffing it out anyway. “Er, to the toilet?” she answered. Harry nodded in agreement, and made an exaggerated show of needing to pee. “I need to pee,” he added, just in case John hadn’t got the message. He had, but he wasn’t about to let Samantha off the hook. “You’re fine,” he said to Harry. Then he pointed at Samantha and added, “You, on the other hand, can’t go in there. No girls allowed in the men’s changing room. And by the way, why exactly are you wearing boys’ swimming shorts, Samantha?”
She gave it one last try. “It’s ‘Sam’, thank you, and you should respect my life choices.” The elder boy wasn’t buying it. John might not know his new neighbour that well, but he’d been told off before for shortening her name to ‘Sam’, because she’d sad it made her sound too much like a boy. He also knew she was into dresses, make-up, glitter and K-pop. She was definitely not a boy, trans or otherwise.
“Okay, ‘Sam’, have it your way,” he said to her. “You can wear what you want and be called what you want. But you are not a boy, and you’re not allowed in the male changing room unless you’re with a male parent or guardian. And unless you’re under 8, for that matter.”
Samantha thought furiously. “Alright, I admit it,” she hissed to John in a hushed voice. “But I’m stuck borrowing Harry’s swim shorts and everyone else here thinks I’m a boy. I’ll get stranger looks going to the ladies’ toilets than the men’s while I look like this!” John sighed. She was right, he couldn’t fault Samantha’s logic. “OK, fine,” he said. “But be quick about it, and don’t let anyone know you’re a girl!”
“You’re the best!” Samantha beamed to the teenager, and followed Harry into the men’s room.
Inside was the same layout as the ladies’ side. To encourage everyone to wash before and after their swim, you had to walk through the open shower area to get to the rest of the changing room. There was a man showering when Harry and Samantha walked through. He was totally naked and his private parts looked big and hairy to Samantha, a thick willy and dangling pair of balls surrounded by a matt of hair. There was just so… MUCH hanging between his legs, compared to a girl. She couldn’t help but stop and stare at the alien sight.
The man noticed and looked uncomfortable. “Hey, quit gawking, kid,” he told Samantha, “you’ll look like this one day too, you know.” He covered his parts with his hands and turned away from her. Samantha supressed a giggle. Little did the man know she would never look like that. If he felt awkward about Samantha looking at him when he thought she was a boy, she could only imagine how he’d feel if he knew the truth. She couldn’t have known that he was the same man who’d made a complaint to the manager previously about kids in the wrong changing room.
“Keep moving,” Harry whispered in Samantha’s ear. “You’re going to give yourself away, staring like that!” In truth, he also felt uneasy about Samantha witnessing male nudity, as if he were betraying his own gender by letting her be there with him.
Samantha followed Harry to the other side of the showers, casting backward glances at the naked man’s bum until they turned a corner into the main changing area. This was also like the ladies’ side, mostly open benches with little privacy, but for a handful of changing cubicles and a toilet room off to one side. The opposite wall was a row of lockers. Samantha was disappointed not to see any more nakedness. While there were a few men and a couple of boys there, they were all at least half-dressed.
They went into the toilets, the only place where the layout was different from the ladies’ room. That was all toilet stalls, whereas the men’s side had only one stall and a row of urinals. Harry went into the stall. “You’re not going to use those?” Samantha asked him, indicating the urinals and sounding disappointed. Harry looked exasperated. “I’m not getting my willy out for you to stare at, Samantha,” he said determinedly, and shut the stall door in her face.
But a curiosity had awakened in Samantha. She heard the sound of Harry’s piss splashing into the toilet bowl and tried to picture what he looked like behind the door right now, with his willy out and pee streaming from it. A few of her friends from her old school had younger brothers. She’d seen their willies when they were being changed or helped to use the potty as babies and toddlers. She had also seen pictures in books when they learned about such things at school. Now she had just seen an adult man’s private parts too. But she had never yet seen those of a boy her own age.
Would they be large and hairy like the man’s, or small and bald like a baby’s? She guessed probably somewhere in-between. Probably not very hairy, although she knew that she was going to start growing hair between her legs in the next year or two, and that men were hairier than women, so maybe a boy her age would be hairy already? Samantha wanted to find out. More than that, male parts seemed strange to her and she found it difficult to imagine them on a friend or counterpart. Driven also by the secret glimpse she’d had of Harry’s bare behind earlier, she now had a powerful yearning to see what he looked like from the front as well, whether he liked it or not.
Harry was finished a minute later. He emerged from the stall, rinsed his hands, and the two of them headed back into the swimming pool together. Neither of them knew it, but Samantha was going to get her wish very, very soon.
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Half an hour later, Mrs Woodhouse declared it was time for them to leave the pool, and ushered Harry and Samantha into the ladies’ changing room. She told them to start rinsing off while she fetched their shampoo and towels from the lockers.
Harry was only too happy to comply. A mother and daughter were already showering. The mother was in her swimsuit but, as she stepped to one side, Harry could see that the daughter, a girl maybe a year older than him, was completely naked. She was blonde and pretty too. The girl’s eyes went wide and she let out a soft “Eeek!” sound as she saw Harry and Samantha standing there in their board shorts.
Harry had a split-second glance at the slit between the girl’s legs and a small pair of breasts before she threw her arms over them both protectively, in a classic Venus pose. It was always this way, the briefest glimpse was the best he could hope for, and he never got a good enough look at a girl’s private parts. He cherished those glimpses, but they always left him hungry for more.
“Mum, there are BOYS in here!” complained the girl, whose name was Alicia. Once more, Samantha felt that awkwardness of being mistaken for a boy in the wrong changing room. She didn’t like being a cause of the other girl’s embarrassment. Before the girl’s mother could say anything, Samantha stepped under the shower and spoke to Alicia.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m not a boy. I’m a girl, just like you. My name’s Samantha.” On a whim, she gestured at Harry, “and this is Harriet. We’re just wearing boy’s swim shorts for fun!” The other girl looked unconvinced and made no move to uncover herself. Samantha wished her long hair would hurry up and grow back, but there was another way to show that she was a girl. It wasn’t a way she would ever use to prove it to boys, but to another girl it was okay.
Samantha untied the string of her swim shorts and hooked her thumbs inside them. She pulled the waistband outwards at the front, away from her body and stepped right up to Alicia. “See,” she said simply, urging the blonde girl to look inside.
Alicia looked at Samantha’s face suspiciously, trying to figure out if this was some sort of trick. Even if it was, she wasn’t about to pass up the chance to peek inside a boy’s swimwear. She looked down inside Samantha’s shorts and her eyes widened in surprise. Harry felt a thrill and a growing hardness inside his own shorts. He wished he could see what that girl was seeing right now!
A moment later, Harry worried what he would do if the naked girl wanted similar proof from him. If she looked inside HIS shorts, she would definitely know he wasn’t a girl! Harry felt embarrassed at the thought, but it seemed Alicia was satisfied from checking out Samantha. “Oh my god, she’s right, they are girls!” Alicia said to her mother, dropping her arms to her sides and relaxing. “You freaked me out a bit there, Samantha. I’m Alicia.”
“Well, I’m glad that’s sorted,” said Alicia’s mother, just as Harry’s mother returned from the lockers. “What are you waiting for?” she asked her son, seeing him standing there in an apparent daze. “Into the shower, Harry.” “Come on, next to me,” put in Samantha quickly, talking over Mrs Woodhouse to make it appear she had cut her off before she finished saying “Harriet’s” name.
Harry’s heart was in his mouth as he stepped into the showers next to Samantha. Alicia was naked and she WASN’T covering up! Samantha stood between him and the naked girl, but she wasn’t doing much to block Harry from looking. He had never had a treat like this before! But this was like when he and Samantha were in the men’s shower earlier, with their positions reversed. He had to keep his cool, to avoid giving the game away.
He looked at Alicia’s body as much as he thought he could get away with, without arousing her suspicions, or her mother’s. Or Harry’s mother’s, for that matter. This was the first time ever that he’d managed to get a good, uninterrupted look at a girl’s private parts. He mustn’t do anything to end the opportunity early! Harry was fascinated by what he was seeing. He drank in every detail, learning new things about female anatomy than he hadn’t known before.
He saw that the girl’s privates were not, as he’d assumed from the glances he’d had of other girls in the past, simply a vertical slit where he had a willy and balls instead. Her body curved outwards into a small mound between her legs. It didn’t protrude as much as his own private parts did, but it was there nonetheless. Her slit wasn’t just a slit, it was formed by a distinct pair of lips, the sight of which excited Harry in ways he had only a partial understanding of.
A few fine, blonde hairs were growing on this most intimate area, the beginnings of puberty for the girl, but not enough to conceal any details of the skin beneath. Higher up, at the girl’s chest, her breasts were starting to develop. They weren’t properly grown yet, but there were clearly a pair of bumps forming there and her nipples were larger and more pointed than any boy’s were.
Samantha watched Harry staring. She felt a slight pang of guilt for causing Alicia to unwittingly expose herself to a boy, but figured there was no harm done. The older girl was unaware, after all, so long as Harry didn’t do anything stupid. Alicia had been embarrassed when she thought Samantha and Harry were boys, and not embarrassed now she thought they were girls. Samantha convinced herself she had done a good deed, really.
Harry tugged at the front of his shorts, trying to subtly rearrange the stiffness inside that threatened to give the game away and reveal him to be a boy. Samantha was simultaneously curious and exasperated at what he was doing. She forced herself not to watch him and talked to Alicia instead, to distract her from noticing. To Harry’s other side, his mother was washing her hair, minding her own business, and seemed not to have realised anything unusual. Maybe she just didn’t want to say.
The show was over too soon for Harry. He admired Alicia’s bum as she stepped away from him and out of the shower. He continued to watch until she wrapped her towel around her body, and she and her mother vanished around the corner to get dressed.
Samantha, Harry and his mother finished their own showers and walked to the changing area a few minutes later. It was busy, with lots of women and girls dressing. Harry experienced the same disappointment Samantha had had in the men’s room, in that there were no interesting body parts on show. He saw Alicia, who already had a pair of jeans on. She was still partly topless, but a training bra covered her developing breasts. Her mother also had underwear on, and everybody else Harry could see was more clothed than either of them.
Worse was to come. To Harry’s dismay, all the changing cubicles were taken. His mother set their clothes down on an empty bench. Harry fidgeted nervously. “Can I wait for a cubicle, Mum?” he asked quietly. Samantha knew the cause of his distress. She felt it too, the risks inherent in the two of them changing in front of each other, the danger that something might be seen that they wanted to keep hidden. But she kept quiet, leaving Harry to argue the case with his mother.
Mrs Woodhouse told him no, however. “Those people might’ve only just gone in. We’re not waiting around for ages,” she told him. “Well, can I get changed in the toilets then?” Harry tried. “Of course you can’t,” said his mother. “Those stalls aren’t clean and there’s nowhere you can put your clothes. You can change perfectly well by this bench. You’ve done it plenty of times before.”
This was true. When Harry was aged 5 and 6, he used to stand up on a bench in the open, facing the rest of the changing room, as his mother dried and dressed him. Being raised up like that had meant the whole room had a clear view of him. He hadn’t cared at the time, but he cringed now to think about how many girls and women must’ve seen him naked back then.
Harry also remembered being 7 and 8, and becoming more aware of how he had body parts that other people in that room didn’t have, and that this was important somehow. He grew self-conscious of how people stared at his willy when he was changing, especially girls close to his own age. He would turn away so that he was facing as few people as possible while he was fully naked, and would dry his private parts and put his underpants on as quickly as he could.
When he was 9 and 10, Harry began insisting on using a changing cubicle if one was available. His mum had let him, and he had ben grateful for the privacy. But when the changing room was busy, like it was today, he’d had to change by the benches again. He’d tried to wrap his towel around himself so no one would see him. His mother always changed that way, but Harry found he wasn’t very adept at it. No matter what he did, his towel never seemed to protect his modesty entirely. It would gape open at the front, or lift up too much when he raised his legs, or keep coming undone when he tried to tie it. It seemed that someone or other would always end up seeing his willy.
He had turned 11 the previous month. Now he was another year older, Harry felt even more that his private parts should stay hidden from female eyes. He was too old to be casually naked in front of strangers. He felt he was too old to be seen by his mother as well, although she didn’t seem to agree. Today there was, of course, an added factor. He was CERTAINLY too old to be naked in front of a girl he knew well.
“Samantha wasn’t here before. I shouldn’t have to strip in front of her!” he complained. “Please stop whining before everyone notices you making a scene, Harry,” his mother hissed quietly. “Samantha isn’t making a fuss about it.”
Samantha had, in fact, decided to get on with dressing while Harry was busy arguing. She had towelled herself dry, including rubbing dry the swim shorts she was wearing as well as she could. Then she put her dress on over her head and took the damp shorts off underneath it.
Harry had no such advantage. Having given up the fight with his mother, he dried himself and put on his t-shirt, but it wasn’t nearly long enough to cover what needed to be covered. He had to tie his towel around his waist and try to manoeuvre his swim shorts off and his underpants on underneath it, without Samantha getting a peek. He’d have to be more careful at this than he’d ever been before!
Samantha faced away from him as she climbed into her knickers, to prevent him from seeing anything below her dress as she raised first one leg and then the other. Harry took the momentary opportunity to pulled his shorts down without her watching him. He tugged too hard and felt the towel start to come down with them.
Harry stopped to re-secure his towel, momentarily revealing his front as he re-tied the knot in it. He did so hurriedly, because by now Samantha had got her underwear on and was turning back to face him as he was doing it. A second earlier and she might’ve seen his exposed privates! He had managed to tie a knot that felt secure enough but, in his hurry, he had tied it too loosely. The towel now hung lower on his hips than it had done.
Samantha sat down on the bench and watched Harry. She smiled when she saw how low his towel hung, displaying a lot of skin below his belly button. She willed it to fall the rest of the way, almost as strongly as Harry was willing it to stay up. He would’ve turned his back to her, like she had just done to him. But that would mean facing the rest of the room, where EVERYONE might see him if something went wrong.
Harry stepped out of his shorts and felt the towel slip down another inch. Naked underneath, he didn’t dare try to adjust it again with Samantha watching so closely. The knot would have to do. The top of the towel was still an inch or two above his private parts. Harry would just have to get into his underwear quickly, before it slipped down much further.
But then disaster struck. As Harry lifted his feet to step out of the shorts that were pooled around his ankles, the motion dislodged the towel further. The knot held, but it slipped over the widest part of Harry’s hips. With nothing else to hold it up, gravity inevitably took over. The towel fell straight down to the floor to join the shorts at his feet. The knot didn’t even come undone as it fell. A second was all it took to reveal Harry’s lower body completely.
Harry was in shock. His willy, his balls, EVERYTHING he considered personal and private was suddenly out in the open, right there in front of Samantha. He glanced up at her involuntarily. She was looking at him too, but not at his face. Despite what he’d said about not showing her his willy, he’d done it anyway. Samantha was looking at his private parts! Harry’s face grew hot.
He wasn’t completely nude, of course. He was wearing a t-shirt, but it covered nothing important. He was naked in every way that mattered. Somehow, wearing his t-shirt made it worse. The contrast between being clothed up top emphasised how exposed he felt down below. It seemed especially demeaning, like he was a little kid, running around bottomless.
Samantha took in the sight of everything that was exposed below the hem of Harry’s t-shirt. This was the view she would've had if he'd been facing the other way when changing in his parent's bedroom earlier. Harry's willy, a two-inch long appendage, about the width of one of her fingers, tapered to a tip at the end he used for peeing from. It hung down over a slightly wrinkled sack containing his balls, which clung, small and tight to his body. There was not a hair on him to hide the folds of skin where the strange parts joined onto the rest of his body.
Samantha was surprised and transfixed. Harry’s boyhood was much more similar than she was expecting to the younger boys she had seen. She liked it very much though. The naked man’s parts had seemed quite scary, but she thought the mostly-naked boy in front of her looked rather cute.
Harry danced around in a panic, abandoning his towel on the floor and choosing to pick up his briefs instead. He needed to get some more clothes on, fast! His mind refused to shut out Samantha’s piercing stare as she looked alternately between his blushing face and his exposed private parts. All he could think of was that Samantha was seeing his willy!
Harry raised his head to his mother as he stepped into his briefs. He wasn’t sure why. For help, maybe hoping she would order Samantha to look away? But he saw his mother was also watching his indecent exposure, and seemed quietly amused by his plight. “Don’t look!” he pleaded to them both, to no avail. Harry realised he should’ve been paying more attention to what he was doing instead. His foot missed the leg hole of his underwear. He hopped around on one leg, trying again.
Samantha delighted at the way Harry’s little willy bounced around as he rushed to climb into his underwear, and the rush of power she felt at his failing attempts to and hide it from her sight. The movement was comical and she could see more of Harry’s balls hanging behind it as his willy swayed from side to side. For Harry, the sensation of his private parts wobbling about only added to his embarrassment.
Alicia and her mother had finished dressing and were about to leave the changing room when they heard Harry’s squeal of “Don’t look!” Alicia looked at where the shout had come from and saw the bare bottom of someone she still assumed to be a floppy-haired girl, hopping around, trying to get into what looked like a pair of pale blue knickers.
Alicia thought it odd for Harriet to be so bashful about her body, when she and her friend had both been happy to parade around topless in boys’ swimming shorts. When Alicia had been in a similar panic in the showers earlier, it had been because she had thought Harriet and Samantha were both boys. She felt less ridiculous about that now. After all, here was a kid freaking out even though she KNEW she was only surrounded by women and girls. She laughed at the absurdity of it.
Harry was only too aware that he was surrounded by women and girls. He heard Alicia laugh behind him, presumably at the sight of his bare bottom as he jumped about. It added to his discomfort, but he was mainly aware of Samantha right in front of him. Her gaze kept switching between his willy and his face, as he struggled to regain his dignity.
Eventually Harry managed to get both feet into his briefs. He hoisted them up as quickly as he could. The movement pulled his balls up uncomfortably tight against his body. He tugged his underwear down slightly, adjusting it for comfort, but at least he was now covered. All in all, he had probably only been exposed for less than 20 seconds, but it had felt like an eternity.
Harry couldn’t look at Samantha. He didn’t pause after putting his briefs on. Wearing a T-shirt and underpants was a hundred times less bad than t-shirt and NO underpants, but it was still undignified. He grabbed his trousers and pulled them on quickly too, still blushing furiously.
Only once he had got his trousers up around his waist could he bear to look at Samantha. Her gaze remained fixed on his crotch until he finished fastening them. Then she met his eyes and grinned at him triumphantly. Her curiosity was satisfied. Harry smiled weakly back, but couldn’t hide his embarrassment at what his female friend had just seen. How was he going to face Samantha for the rest of the day?
Last edited by BareB4U on Tue Apr 14, 2026 11:39 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Absolutely beautiful!
So cute and innocent.
And embarrassing.
Not sure how much more you have planned, but some ‘show and tell’ later at home might be fun.
A great story. First Harry is able to see a naked female, slightly older than him and then he himself is exposed, not naked but showing, for him, the most important parts that he wanted to keep hidden from all females including his sister and mother. Perhaps there will be further exposure later?
Jonjon2 wrote: Wed Apr 15, 2026 8:08 am
A great story. First Harry is able to see a naked female, slightly older than him and then he himself is exposed, not naked but showing, for him, the most important parts that he wanted to keep hidden from all females including his sister and mother. Perhaps there will be further exposure later?
Sister?
I believe Sam is his friend, making it that much MORE embarrassing
There are going to be some echoes of my first “changing cubicle” story here. I’m reusing some of the early ideas I had for that, which I ended up rejecting because they just didn’t fit with the way it developed. This new story hopefully has enough differences to be worthwhile, and has also been inspired by several threads that have been discussed recently in the “Your True Stories” forum.
