All the time! A 1500 word short story I wrote for this site is now a 120,000 word and counting epic partially published elsewhere (because it doesn't fit this site's theme). Other stories have done that to a lesser extent.BareB4U wrote: Wed May 13, 2026 10:21 pm Fellow authors, do you ever find your stories run away from you like this?
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Part 7 – Class encounters (1)
Two days later, Harry and Samantha were sitting cross-legged on the floor off Harry’s living room. Samantha wore a flower-print dress, happy to be dressed in girls’ clothes again. A chess board lay on the floor between the two of them. They had been playing for half an hour, while Harry's dad was busy in the kitchen and his mum was folding laundry upstairs. As he leaned forward to move a piece, Harry saw a small flash of white under the hem of Samantha’s dress. “Hey, Samantha,” he told her, “I can see your knickers!”
Samantha let out a small squeak and rearranged the hem of her dress. She quickly recovered, leaning forwards herself and capturing Harry’s bishop. “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve seen your willy. Twice,” she retorted, reminding him that she held the upper hand in that contest. Harry fidgeted, feeling suddenly very conscious of his private parts, almost as if Samantha could somehow see them through his trousers. “I can’t believe you saw it AGAIN,” he complained, advancing one of his pawns. “I swear, I‘m going to kill Kaito for pantsing me like that. AND you saw my bum that time as well!”
“Don’t worry, Harry. I’d seen your bum before,” Samantha assured him with a giggle, moving one of her own pawns forward. Harry looked up at her, the board momentarily forgotten. This was news to him. “What? When?” he asked, alarmed.
“That time your mum took us swimming. Remember when you were changing in your mum and dad’s bedroom? You didn’t close the door properly and I saw your bum as I went past.”
Harry thought back to that day, and cringed at the revelation that he had been watched. Samantha continued, “You know something else, Harry? I think you LIKE me seeing all your private stuff.”
Harry moved his queen forward aggressively. “You must have me mixed up with Yuto. He seems to like showing off his privates to girls. I don’t, it’s embarrassing!”
Samantha countered his attack by bringing out her own queen. “Really?” She pressed the point. “I’ve been thinking about this, Harry. You leave the bedroom door open so I can see your bum. Later the same day, you drop your towel in front of me and let me see that cute willy of yours. Then, when we went back to the pool with your friends, you leave your shorts untied so Kaito can pull them down and I get to see both sides of you at once! I think you did all of that on purpose. Check.”
Harry ignored his threatened king and stared at Samantha, gobsmacked. “I did not!” he protested. How could she think such a thing? Samantha stared back at Harry with amusement. “It’s your turn, by the way,” she reminded him.
“You’re right. It IS my turn,” said Harry, chuckling as he moved a rook in to defend his king. “I helped you see the guys naked. When are you going to make good on your end of the deal, and let me see your fanny?”
Samantha gave him a teasing smile as she moved her queen out of Harry’s rook’s line of attack. “I haven’t seen ALL of them naked yet,” she reminded Harry. “You still need to help me see Kaito’s, Nathan’s and Theo’s willies.” It wasn't difficult for her to keep track of the boys she still needed to see. She could picture exactly in her mind what each of the boys she had seen looked like. Charlie, Max, Yuto, Rafi, and of course Harry.
“The deal was, I pretend you’re a boy and help you get into the changing rooms,” Harry pointed out, threatening her retreating queen with one of his knights. “I never guaranteed you’d see every boy’s willy. You might get to see Kaito’s if we go again, but you’re never going to see Nathan’s or Theo’s, not when they always change in the cubicles.”
Samantha captured Harry’s knight with her own, a piece that he’d failed to notice. “The deal was also that I would THINK about showing you my fanny, not that I definitely would,” she reminded him. “We’ve got one more week before the start of term, one more trip to the pool together. Help me again then, and maybe you’ll get your reward. You boys seem to like pantsing each other. Nathan’s trunks don’t have a drawstring, and Theo’s baggy shorts should come down pretty easily too. Check.”
Harry moved his king. He was on the defensive, but he wasn't about to let Samantha push him around. She was, after all, six months younger than him, and a girl. “If you want to see their privates so badly, YOU should pants them,” he countered. “I’ll carry on pretending you’re a boy, but that’s all. Besides, Theo still has trauma from the last time someone pantsed him in front of a girl,” he added. “I’m not putting him through that again.”
Samantha considered this. Perhaps she was pushing Harry too far, with too little promise of reward. “Fair enough,” she said. “I think I understand Theo. What’s Nathan’s story? How come he doesn’t get changed with you?” Samantha knew that Nathan’s sister had pulled his towel off in front of two of her friends, but that had taken place in Nathan's own bedroom, not in public. She didn’t think that should’ve made him reluctant to change in the open around other boys.
Harry thought carefully about how to answer Samantha. Six months ago, Nathan had come out as gay to Harry and the others. Ever since then, he’d changed away from them. They had told Nathan they were all cool with it, and couldn’t care less about continuing to change with him. As Harry had told Samantha on a previous occasion, they were all boys and all had the same bits and pieces. The rest of them continued to shower naked around Nathan, but he started keeping his trunks on in the shower and steadfastly left his friends alone after showering, to change in a cubicle.
Harry couldn’t tell Samantha any of this. Nathan hadn’t come out to anyone beyond his closest circle of friends. It wasn’t Harry’s secret to share. He didn’t feel right telling Samantha, especially since she was concealing a pretty big secret of her own from Nathan and the other boys. “You’ll have to ask Nathan that,” was all he could say.
Samantha shrugged and moved her queen again. There were lots of things about her changing room experience that she wanted to know more about. She asked a different question. “How come Max’s willy is bigger than yours?”
Harry spluttered. “What?” he asked, taken aback. He wasn't yet old enough to be too concerned about the relative size of his willy compared to others, but he knew some boys were, and it still felt like a very personal question for Samantha to ask him.
“You must’ve noticed,” Samantha answered. “I mean, Charlie is tall and thin, and his willy is long and thin. Yuto is shorter and chubbier, and so’s his willy. But Max is smaller than you, but with a bigger willy. How come?”
On the board, Harry made another defensive move, while trying hard not to blush. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Samantha,” he said, not having given the subject much thought before. “Different boys have different-sized ones, that’s all. I don’t think there’s any pattern to it.”
“Oh, okay.” She took in this almost-answer. “So what about Rafi? How come the end of his willy looks so different to the end of your willy, and everyone else’s?”
Harry sighed. He wished Samantha would stop asking awkward questions, but at least he could answer this one. “It’s to do with his religion,” he said. “Rafi told us about it one time. His parents had the skin at the end removed when he was a baby.”
Samantha tried to process this revelation. “They CUT OFF part of his willy?”
“Not a part of his main willy. Just the loose skin at the end. All willies look like that underneath that skin.”
Samantha took in this fascinating new information about boys. attacked Harry’s king again. “Check. You mean yours looks like that too?”
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. He moved his king. “Yeah, if I roll the skin back. Dad says I have to do that in the shower so I can wash the part of my willy underneath. He says I need to keep it clean under there.”
Samantha looked at him slyly. “Can I see?”
“NO!” Harry protested emphatically.
“Alright, I was only asking. Checkmate.”
Harry sighed again, and knocked over his king in defeat. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Harry’s mother called from upstairs, where she was doing chores. “Harry! Can you answer the door, please?” He went to the living room window to see who was at the door, and saw a familiar boy.
“It’s Rafi!” he told Samantha. “I forgot, he said he was coming over today to borrow those comics over there.” He gestured to a pile of comic books on the coffee table. Samantha looked back at Harry in shock. “He can’t see me like this!” she protested, patting her flowery dress. If Rafi learned that ‘Sam’ was Samantha, the game would be over, and she wouldn’t get to join all the boys in their changing room again!
“Quick, go hide in my room!” Harry suggested, not wanting to be discovered as Samantha’s accomplice, any more than Samantha herself wanted to be discovered. She ran quickly upstairs while Harry answered the door.
“Hey Rafi,” he said, as casually as he could manage. “You here for those comics? Come on in. I’ve got them all for you here.” Harry slid the abandoned chessboard aside as he entered the living room, hoping Rafi wouldn’t ask who he’d been playing with.
“Thanks mate,” Rafi replied. “I can’t stop long. I just came to pick them up.” He thumbed through the pile of comic books on the table. “Huh,” he said. “There’s an issue missing.” He showed Harry, who smacked his own forehead. “I must’ve left it in my bedroom,” he cursed. “Wait here, and I’ll go fetch it for you.”
Rafi, however, was already heading up the stairs. “Nah, I’ll come up with you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your room,” he said. Then, “Hello, Mrs Woodhouse,” as he encountered Harry’s mum on the landing. “Oh, hello Rafi, dear,” she said. “Harry mentioned you might be coming over. Did he find you all the comics you wanted?”
Harry’s mother had bought him a few precious moments of time to follow Rafi upstairs, but it was not quite enough. “Almost,” Rafi said to his mum. “There’s one issue in his room.” Rafi opened the door and went into Harry’s bedroom. Harry heard the surprise in his friend’s voice. “Oh, hi Sam. I didn’t realise you were here!”
Harry bounded up the last of the stairs and followed Rafi into his bedroom, fearing the worst. But Rafi hadn’t mentioned Samantha’s dress and, as Harry entered the room, he saw why. There she was, sat casually on Harry’s bed, wearing not her dress, but a t-shirt and shorts that Harry recognised as his own. She was leafing through a comic book she had found on the floor.
Samantha had acted as soon as she first got to Harry’s bedroom, pulling the first clothes she could find out of his drawers and getting into them. She had only intended it as a precaution but, just like borrowing Harry’s boxer shorts, it turned out to be a very necessary precaution. She had heard Rafi climb the stairs and speak with Harry’s mother, which had given her just the time she needed.
“Hi,” Samantha said, looking up at Rafi from the comic book she was pretending to read. “Is this one of the ones you wanted to borrow? It’s really cool,” she told him.
Rafi took the comic book as she handed it to him. They exchanged a few opinions about superheroes, most of which Samantha didn’t understand, although she appreciated the parts about secret identities and masterplans. She tried not to think too much about how she and Harry had been discussing intimate secrets about Rafi’s willy just before he arrived. Rafi, who had only known one girl to have seen his willy before, would no doubt be horrified and comic book adventure stories would be forgotten.
After a few minutes of small talk, they said their goodbyes. Harry escorted Rafi to the front door, then quickly ran back to his bedroom as soon as he had closed it behind his friend. As Rafi walked away from Harry’s home, his eyes passed over a pink bicycle and matching cycle helmet, parked outside, alongside Harry’s red bicycle and helmet. They didn’t register consciously in his mind at the time, but he would remember seeing them on a later occasion.
From his bedroom window, Harry watched as Rafi walked down the street and out of sight. He breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s gone,” Harry said. “That was a narrow escape, Samantha. I don’t think I can do this any more.” She laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Oh relax,” she said, “Rafi didn’t suspect a thing.”
“Yeah, we got lucky, just like we were lucky on Tuesday,” Harry replied, sounding doubtful. Rafi’s unexpected appearance had made him realise how much he and Samantha were playing with fire. “For you, the risks might be worth it, Samantha. I’m not sure they are for me. I’m risking friendships here, not to mention the likelihood you might see my privates AGAIN. And for what? That you’ll THINK about MAYBE showing me yours in return? Forget it. I want out.”
He looked as serious as Samantha had ever seen him. She sniggered involuntarily at Harry mentioning the possibility of getting another look at his private parts, but she also knew he was right. What he was saying echoed her own thoughts from a short while earlier, that maybe she was pushing Harry too far. Yet she didn’t want him to give up. She NEEDED this.
They faced each other awkwardly in silence for a moment. Then Harry said, “You’d better change back into your dress before my parents see you like this. We don’t want them asking a whole lot of questions about why you’re wearing my clothes. I’ll go back downstairs while you get changed.”
It was a sign of how much he’d given up on seeing any part of Samantha's body that he didn’t even suggest staying in the room while she changed. She thought of a way to win him back and came to a decision. “Wait, Harry!” Samantha called, just as his hand was on the door handle. “How about a little sneak peek at your reward, IF we stick to the plan next week?”
Her heart racing, before she could let herself change her mind, Samantha peeled off the t-shirt she had borrowed from Harry's drawer and tossed it onto his bed. The borrowed shorts she had been wearing swiftly followed. Harry’s eyes went wide. All Samantha had on now was a small pair of white knickers, with a little white bow at the waistband. He was alone, in his bedroom, with an almost naked girl! A girl who he had been friends with for years, who had seen him naked and who was finally now returning the favour, at least partially.
Harry was transfixed by the way the fabric curved smoothly between Samantha's legs, hugging her most private parts closely. No one could mistake her for a boy if they saw her now, he thought. Samantha spread her arms wide and twirled around slowly on the spot, letting Harry view her from every angle. As she turned her back, he admired the shape of her bottom, barely covered by her knickers, which left little to his imagination. Then Samantha’s front side came into view again, where her knickers left, tantalisingly, just a little too much to his imagination
Harry felt a familiar stirring inside his own underwear, as his body reacted to the sight of his female friend almost naked. He knew in that moment he would do anything for Samantha, to live this again, without the “almost” part...
This was, of course, exactly what Samantha had planned, but it didn’t ease her nervousness at stripping off in front of Harry like that. This wasn’t like when she wore his boxer shorts, which were very modest and weren’t even her own underwear. Her knickers were supposed to be private, and they didn’t cover very well things that were even MORE private.
Samantha found the intensity with which Harry stared at her overwhelming. In fact, the reason she decided to spin around was to avoid meeting his gaze. Was this how Harry had felt, those times when Samantha had seen HIM exposed. And he was only seeing her in her underwear right now. She could only imagine how she would feel if she were fully naked!
After turning on the spot three times, Samantha pulled her dress out from where she had hidden it under Harry’s bed. He continued to watch her as she pulled it over her head and arms, and let it drop to cover her body once again. They grinned at each other. “So… are we good?” Samantha asked. Harry nodded eagerly, like a dog with a juicy bone. Samantha wondered if he might start drooling. “Yeah, we’re good,” he replied.
The plan was back on. They returned downstairs and played another chess match, as if nothing had happened. This time, Harry won. Samantha wondered if she should take that as some sort of omen. She still hadn’t ACTUALLY promised to show Harry her private parts but, for all practical purposes, a deal had been made. Harry would be so mad with her if she decided not to go through with it in the end. Still, it had been embarrassing enough having Harry stare at her in her knickers. Could she really do this, and strip all the way for him?
Samantha wasn’t sure, but she knew she had a few days to try to work up the courage to not let him down. She liked Harry and wanted to play fair with him. She had seen his private parts, after all. Twice in fact, as she had reminded him. And in the meantime, she was going to get another opportunity to see several other naked boys again!
Two days later, Harry and Samantha were sitting cross-legged on the floor off Harry’s living room. Samantha wore a flower-print dress, happy to be dressed in girls’ clothes again. A chess board lay on the floor between the two of them. They had been playing for half an hour, while Harry's dad was busy in the kitchen and his mum was folding laundry upstairs. As he leaned forward to move a piece, Harry saw a small flash of white under the hem of Samantha’s dress. “Hey, Samantha,” he told her, “I can see your knickers!”
Samantha let out a small squeak and rearranged the hem of her dress. She quickly recovered, leaning forwards herself and capturing Harry’s bishop. “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve seen your willy. Twice,” she retorted, reminding him that she held the upper hand in that contest. Harry fidgeted, feeling suddenly very conscious of his private parts, almost as if Samantha could somehow see them through his trousers. “I can’t believe you saw it AGAIN,” he complained, advancing one of his pawns. “I swear, I‘m going to kill Kaito for pantsing me like that. AND you saw my bum that time as well!”
“Don’t worry, Harry. I’d seen your bum before,” Samantha assured him with a giggle, moving one of her own pawns forward. Harry looked up at her, the board momentarily forgotten. This was news to him. “What? When?” he asked, alarmed.
“That time your mum took us swimming. Remember when you were changing in your mum and dad’s bedroom? You didn’t close the door properly and I saw your bum as I went past.”
Harry thought back to that day, and cringed at the revelation that he had been watched. Samantha continued, “You know something else, Harry? I think you LIKE me seeing all your private stuff.”
Harry moved his queen forward aggressively. “You must have me mixed up with Yuto. He seems to like showing off his privates to girls. I don’t, it’s embarrassing!”
Samantha countered his attack by bringing out her own queen. “Really?” She pressed the point. “I’ve been thinking about this, Harry. You leave the bedroom door open so I can see your bum. Later the same day, you drop your towel in front of me and let me see that cute willy of yours. Then, when we went back to the pool with your friends, you leave your shorts untied so Kaito can pull them down and I get to see both sides of you at once! I think you did all of that on purpose. Check.”
Harry ignored his threatened king and stared at Samantha, gobsmacked. “I did not!” he protested. How could she think such a thing? Samantha stared back at Harry with amusement. “It’s your turn, by the way,” she reminded him.
“You’re right. It IS my turn,” said Harry, chuckling as he moved a rook in to defend his king. “I helped you see the guys naked. When are you going to make good on your end of the deal, and let me see your fanny?”
Samantha gave him a teasing smile as she moved her queen out of Harry’s rook’s line of attack. “I haven’t seen ALL of them naked yet,” she reminded Harry. “You still need to help me see Kaito’s, Nathan’s and Theo’s willies.” It wasn't difficult for her to keep track of the boys she still needed to see. She could picture exactly in her mind what each of the boys she had seen looked like. Charlie, Max, Yuto, Rafi, and of course Harry.
“The deal was, I pretend you’re a boy and help you get into the changing rooms,” Harry pointed out, threatening her retreating queen with one of his knights. “I never guaranteed you’d see every boy’s willy. You might get to see Kaito’s if we go again, but you’re never going to see Nathan’s or Theo’s, not when they always change in the cubicles.”
Samantha captured Harry’s knight with her own, a piece that he’d failed to notice. “The deal was also that I would THINK about showing you my fanny, not that I definitely would,” she reminded him. “We’ve got one more week before the start of term, one more trip to the pool together. Help me again then, and maybe you’ll get your reward. You boys seem to like pantsing each other. Nathan’s trunks don’t have a drawstring, and Theo’s baggy shorts should come down pretty easily too. Check.”
Harry moved his king. He was on the defensive, but he wasn't about to let Samantha push him around. She was, after all, six months younger than him, and a girl. “If you want to see their privates so badly, YOU should pants them,” he countered. “I’ll carry on pretending you’re a boy, but that’s all. Besides, Theo still has trauma from the last time someone pantsed him in front of a girl,” he added. “I’m not putting him through that again.”
Samantha considered this. Perhaps she was pushing Harry too far, with too little promise of reward. “Fair enough,” she said. “I think I understand Theo. What’s Nathan’s story? How come he doesn’t get changed with you?” Samantha knew that Nathan’s sister had pulled his towel off in front of two of her friends, but that had taken place in Nathan's own bedroom, not in public. She didn’t think that should’ve made him reluctant to change in the open around other boys.
Harry thought carefully about how to answer Samantha. Six months ago, Nathan had come out as gay to Harry and the others. Ever since then, he’d changed away from them. They had told Nathan they were all cool with it, and couldn’t care less about continuing to change with him. As Harry had told Samantha on a previous occasion, they were all boys and all had the same bits and pieces. The rest of them continued to shower naked around Nathan, but he started keeping his trunks on in the shower and steadfastly left his friends alone after showering, to change in a cubicle.
Harry couldn’t tell Samantha any of this. Nathan hadn’t come out to anyone beyond his closest circle of friends. It wasn’t Harry’s secret to share. He didn’t feel right telling Samantha, especially since she was concealing a pretty big secret of her own from Nathan and the other boys. “You’ll have to ask Nathan that,” was all he could say.
Samantha shrugged and moved her queen again. There were lots of things about her changing room experience that she wanted to know more about. She asked a different question. “How come Max’s willy is bigger than yours?”
Harry spluttered. “What?” he asked, taken aback. He wasn't yet old enough to be too concerned about the relative size of his willy compared to others, but he knew some boys were, and it still felt like a very personal question for Samantha to ask him.
“You must’ve noticed,” Samantha answered. “I mean, Charlie is tall and thin, and his willy is long and thin. Yuto is shorter and chubbier, and so’s his willy. But Max is smaller than you, but with a bigger willy. How come?”
On the board, Harry made another defensive move, while trying hard not to blush. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Samantha,” he said, not having given the subject much thought before. “Different boys have different-sized ones, that’s all. I don’t think there’s any pattern to it.”
“Oh, okay.” She took in this almost-answer. “So what about Rafi? How come the end of his willy looks so different to the end of your willy, and everyone else’s?”
Harry sighed. He wished Samantha would stop asking awkward questions, but at least he could answer this one. “It’s to do with his religion,” he said. “Rafi told us about it one time. His parents had the skin at the end removed when he was a baby.”
Samantha tried to process this revelation. “They CUT OFF part of his willy?”
“Not a part of his main willy. Just the loose skin at the end. All willies look like that underneath that skin.”
Samantha took in this fascinating new information about boys. attacked Harry’s king again. “Check. You mean yours looks like that too?”
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. He moved his king. “Yeah, if I roll the skin back. Dad says I have to do that in the shower so I can wash the part of my willy underneath. He says I need to keep it clean under there.”
Samantha looked at him slyly. “Can I see?”
“NO!” Harry protested emphatically.
“Alright, I was only asking. Checkmate.”
Harry sighed again, and knocked over his king in defeat. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Harry’s mother called from upstairs, where she was doing chores. “Harry! Can you answer the door, please?” He went to the living room window to see who was at the door, and saw a familiar boy.
“It’s Rafi!” he told Samantha. “I forgot, he said he was coming over today to borrow those comics over there.” He gestured to a pile of comic books on the coffee table. Samantha looked back at Harry in shock. “He can’t see me like this!” she protested, patting her flowery dress. If Rafi learned that ‘Sam’ was Samantha, the game would be over, and she wouldn’t get to join all the boys in their changing room again!
“Quick, go hide in my room!” Harry suggested, not wanting to be discovered as Samantha’s accomplice, any more than Samantha herself wanted to be discovered. She ran quickly upstairs while Harry answered the door.
“Hey Rafi,” he said, as casually as he could manage. “You here for those comics? Come on in. I’ve got them all for you here.” Harry slid the abandoned chessboard aside as he entered the living room, hoping Rafi wouldn’t ask who he’d been playing with.
“Thanks mate,” Rafi replied. “I can’t stop long. I just came to pick them up.” He thumbed through the pile of comic books on the table. “Huh,” he said. “There’s an issue missing.” He showed Harry, who smacked his own forehead. “I must’ve left it in my bedroom,” he cursed. “Wait here, and I’ll go fetch it for you.”
Rafi, however, was already heading up the stairs. “Nah, I’ll come up with you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your room,” he said. Then, “Hello, Mrs Woodhouse,” as he encountered Harry’s mum on the landing. “Oh, hello Rafi, dear,” she said. “Harry mentioned you might be coming over. Did he find you all the comics you wanted?”
Harry’s mother had bought him a few precious moments of time to follow Rafi upstairs, but it was not quite enough. “Almost,” Rafi said to his mum. “There’s one issue in his room.” Rafi opened the door and went into Harry’s bedroom. Harry heard the surprise in his friend’s voice. “Oh, hi Sam. I didn’t realise you were here!”
Harry bounded up the last of the stairs and followed Rafi into his bedroom, fearing the worst. But Rafi hadn’t mentioned Samantha’s dress and, as Harry entered the room, he saw why. There she was, sat casually on Harry’s bed, wearing not her dress, but a t-shirt and shorts that Harry recognised as his own. She was leafing through a comic book she had found on the floor.
Samantha had acted as soon as she first got to Harry’s bedroom, pulling the first clothes she could find out of his drawers and getting into them. She had only intended it as a precaution but, just like borrowing Harry’s boxer shorts, it turned out to be a very necessary precaution. She had heard Rafi climb the stairs and speak with Harry’s mother, which had given her just the time she needed.
“Hi,” Samantha said, looking up at Rafi from the comic book she was pretending to read. “Is this one of the ones you wanted to borrow? It’s really cool,” she told him.
Rafi took the comic book as she handed it to him. They exchanged a few opinions about superheroes, most of which Samantha didn’t understand, although she appreciated the parts about secret identities and masterplans. She tried not to think too much about how she and Harry had been discussing intimate secrets about Rafi’s willy just before he arrived. Rafi, who had only known one girl to have seen his willy before, would no doubt be horrified and comic book adventure stories would be forgotten.
After a few minutes of small talk, they said their goodbyes. Harry escorted Rafi to the front door, then quickly ran back to his bedroom as soon as he had closed it behind his friend. As Rafi walked away from Harry’s home, his eyes passed over a pink bicycle and matching cycle helmet, parked outside, alongside Harry’s red bicycle and helmet. They didn’t register consciously in his mind at the time, but he would remember seeing them on a later occasion.
From his bedroom window, Harry watched as Rafi walked down the street and out of sight. He breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s gone,” Harry said. “That was a narrow escape, Samantha. I don’t think I can do this any more.” She laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Oh relax,” she said, “Rafi didn’t suspect a thing.”
“Yeah, we got lucky, just like we were lucky on Tuesday,” Harry replied, sounding doubtful. Rafi’s unexpected appearance had made him realise how much he and Samantha were playing with fire. “For you, the risks might be worth it, Samantha. I’m not sure they are for me. I’m risking friendships here, not to mention the likelihood you might see my privates AGAIN. And for what? That you’ll THINK about MAYBE showing me yours in return? Forget it. I want out.”
He looked as serious as Samantha had ever seen him. She sniggered involuntarily at Harry mentioning the possibility of getting another look at his private parts, but she also knew he was right. What he was saying echoed her own thoughts from a short while earlier, that maybe she was pushing Harry too far. Yet she didn’t want him to give up. She NEEDED this.
They faced each other awkwardly in silence for a moment. Then Harry said, “You’d better change back into your dress before my parents see you like this. We don’t want them asking a whole lot of questions about why you’re wearing my clothes. I’ll go back downstairs while you get changed.”
It was a sign of how much he’d given up on seeing any part of Samantha's body that he didn’t even suggest staying in the room while she changed. She thought of a way to win him back and came to a decision. “Wait, Harry!” Samantha called, just as his hand was on the door handle. “How about a little sneak peek at your reward, IF we stick to the plan next week?”
Her heart racing, before she could let herself change her mind, Samantha peeled off the t-shirt she had borrowed from Harry's drawer and tossed it onto his bed. The borrowed shorts she had been wearing swiftly followed. Harry’s eyes went wide. All Samantha had on now was a small pair of white knickers, with a little white bow at the waistband. He was alone, in his bedroom, with an almost naked girl! A girl who he had been friends with for years, who had seen him naked and who was finally now returning the favour, at least partially.
Harry was transfixed by the way the fabric curved smoothly between Samantha's legs, hugging her most private parts closely. No one could mistake her for a boy if they saw her now, he thought. Samantha spread her arms wide and twirled around slowly on the spot, letting Harry view her from every angle. As she turned her back, he admired the shape of her bottom, barely covered by her knickers, which left little to his imagination. Then Samantha’s front side came into view again, where her knickers left, tantalisingly, just a little too much to his imagination
Harry felt a familiar stirring inside his own underwear, as his body reacted to the sight of his female friend almost naked. He knew in that moment he would do anything for Samantha, to live this again, without the “almost” part...
This was, of course, exactly what Samantha had planned, but it didn’t ease her nervousness at stripping off in front of Harry like that. This wasn’t like when she wore his boxer shorts, which were very modest and weren’t even her own underwear. Her knickers were supposed to be private, and they didn’t cover very well things that were even MORE private.
Samantha found the intensity with which Harry stared at her overwhelming. In fact, the reason she decided to spin around was to avoid meeting his gaze. Was this how Harry had felt, those times when Samantha had seen HIM exposed. And he was only seeing her in her underwear right now. She could only imagine how she would feel if she were fully naked!
After turning on the spot three times, Samantha pulled her dress out from where she had hidden it under Harry’s bed. He continued to watch her as she pulled it over her head and arms, and let it drop to cover her body once again. They grinned at each other. “So… are we good?” Samantha asked. Harry nodded eagerly, like a dog with a juicy bone. Samantha wondered if he might start drooling. “Yeah, we’re good,” he replied.
The plan was back on. They returned downstairs and played another chess match, as if nothing had happened. This time, Harry won. Samantha wondered if she should take that as some sort of omen. She still hadn’t ACTUALLY promised to show Harry her private parts but, for all practical purposes, a deal had been made. Harry would be so mad with her if she decided not to go through with it in the end. Still, it had been embarrassing enough having Harry stare at her in her knickers. Could she really do this, and strip all the way for him?
Samantha wasn’t sure, but she knew she had a few days to try to work up the courage to not let him down. She liked Harry and wanted to play fair with him. She had seen his private parts, after all. Twice in fact, as she had reminded him. And in the meantime, she was going to get another opportunity to see several other naked boys again!
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 20th May
This has a very sweet angle to it.
I Hope Sam and Harry work out.
Keep the exposure/exploration between them equal.
I love Harry reluctantly helping Sam see more of the boys.
But what I really hope is for Harry to develop a ‘like’ for showing Sam, and vice versa
I Hope Sam and Harry work out.
Keep the exposure/exploration between them equal.
I love Harry reluctantly helping Sam see more of the boys.
But what I really hope is for Harry to develop a ‘like’ for showing Sam, and vice versa
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 20th May
Yes, I'd love for it to end that way, but there's a long way to go , and many more willies too see!NudeBaG wrote: Wed May 20, 2026 11:29 pm This has a very sweet angle to it.
I Hope Sam and Harry work out.
Keep the exposure/exploration between them equal.
I love Harry reluctantly helping Sam see more of the boys.
But what I really hope is for Harry to develop a ‘like’ for showing Sam, and vice versa
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 27th May
Part 8 – Class encounters (2)
Samantha sat at her kitchen table with her friend Asha, who was painting Samantha’s fingernails. Asha’s own nails were already decorated in a variety of colours. She had a talent for painting them that she was sharing with her new friend. Samantha felt envious of Asha’s beautiful long, dark hair that hung forward as she worked. It reminded Samantha of her own hair, which she still missed terribly. Between losing that and pretending to be a boy, it felt nice to be doing something that made her feel properly like a girl again.
She had invited Asha over. After all, Samantha was supposed to be getting to know her new school friends. She and Asha were going to be in the same class in just over a week’s time, along with Harry and the other boys. Besides, Samantha had a lot to talk to Asha about.
As Samantha had said to Harry, she was keen to share the juicy details of everything that had happened recently with Asha. Well, not quite everything. She wasn’t going to tell Asha about how she had stripped down to her underwear in front of Harry. That was far too personal to share and Samantha still couldn’t quite believe she had really done it. She also kept the promise they had all made to Rafi, not to repeat the stories of the times he and other boys had been caught naked by girls on previous occasions. Samantha kept those to herself, but that still left all the things she had seen in person (and she had seen a LOT of things in person).
Asha had to concentrate to avoid laughing too much, which would cause her to slip and ruin the artwork she was making on Samantha’s nails. “I’m so jealous of you, girl!” Asha said. “I’d love to get away with something like that but, you know, these might be a giveaway.” She cupped her growing breasts. They were small, but noticeable beneath her halter top. There was no way Asha could pass for a boy.
Samantha cupped her own chest over her vest top. “I think mine are starting to grow too,” she said, torn between wanting and not wanting it to be true. She didn’t want Asha to think she was so much less mature than her, even though they were most of a year apart in ages. On the other hand, she didn’t want the boys to notice any signs of growing bumps on her chest. That would be embarrassing. Fortunately, as Harry’s mum had suggested, Samantha could still get away with it. “Not that any of the boys noticed,” she added.
“So, they all just uncovered their bits, thinking there weren’t any more girls around to see them, and let you look as much as you wanted to?” Asha asked, as she resumed decorating Samantha’s nails. She wanted to be sure she had understood all the details of Samantha’s story correctly. “Pretty much,” Samantha confirmed with a grin. “Well, Rafi took a bit longer to uncover, and four of them kept their swimming things on. But Kaito pulled Harry’s shorts down, so I saw his willy too!” She didn’t mention that it wasn’t the first time she had seen Harry’s privates.
Asha chuckled, “So you saw what was in Dinosaur Boy’s dinosaur pants, then?” Samantha was puzzled, “His what?” she asked, so Asha explained. “Oh, I forgot you don’t know about this! Harry Woodhouse is ‘Dinosaur Boy’ to us girls, though we never call him that to his face. The boys were playing around in the park one time after school. I persuaded them it would be funny if they pulled each other’s shorts down.”
“One of the boys got Harry’s shorts and, get this, he had these silly dinosaur underpants on underneath! They were so funny. There was, like, a T-Rex, and that one with the three horns, and right at the front, about where Harry’s willy would be, there was one with a long neck. It was like a blue cartoon willy! Harry was so embarrassed at being seen in them!”
Samantha giggled. She had heard this story before from Harry, but he’d left these details out. No wonder he didn’t want me looking through his underwear drawer, she thought. “I guess whoever designed those undies didn’t think it through,” she joked. Asha laughed back, “I guess not! But I only saw his cartoon willy, you saw the real thing!”
“I did,” Samantha said proudly, “but I’ve heard the boys talking about that time in the park. You saw Theo’s willy that day, didn’t you? Not just through his undies, but completely bared?” Asha smirked, “Oh yes, you heard about that? I’m not surprised. Theo still blushes whenever we remind him about that LITTLE incident. I think the boys still tease him too.”
Samantha nodded. “There you go, you’ve seen at least one willy that I haven’t. Theo won’t undress in front of ANYONE any more. I think you’ve given him a complex. It must’ve been a big deal, having so many people see him naked.”
Asha sniggered, “It was worse than you realise. It definitely wasn’t a BIG deal, if you get my meaning.” Samantha didn’t. Asha rolled her eyes. She lowered her voice conspiratorially, although there were only the two of them in the kitchen. “Theo has a really tiny willy,” she explained. “He had this plump, round bag of balls, but on top of it was just this wee little thing, about this big.” Asha held her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and sniggered. Still seeing Samantha looking puzzled, she rolled her eyes again at having to explain EVERYTHING to her new friend. “Boys with small willies get really embarrassed about them, and now everyone knows about Theo’s!” she said slowly.
Samantha put this information in the mental wiki she was gradually gathering about boys and their bodies, but she wasn’t sure that Asha was right. “I dunno,” she said doubtfully. “Yuto’s got a small willy, and he didn’t seem at all embarrassed about that younger girl seeing it. And Max has a big one, but he was REALLY embarrassed when she saw it.”
Asha put down the nail painting kit and put a hand over her mouth, which had opened wide. She grabbed hold of both of Samantha’s wrists. “Okay, girl, now you're getting to the good stuff! Spill the rest! I want to know shapes and sizes, everything!”
Unfortunately for Asha, Samantha’s younger sister chose that moment to come bounding into the kitchen. At 8 years old, Isobel was the spitting image of Samantha in miniature, although unlike her bigger sister, Isobel’s hair remained long, and was tied back in a pony tail. “I heard you two whispering,” she declared curiously. “Whatcha talking about that’s so secret?”
Asha let go of Samantha’s wrists. “Never you mind,” she told Isobel seriously. “Big girl stuff,” added Samantha. Unable to keep a straight face, both older girls suddenly burst out laughing. Isobel looked at them crossly. “Why won’t you tell me?” she complained. Samantha shooed her away. “Go play outside, Izzy,” she said. “I’ll tell you about it when you’re older!”
“Fine, keep your secrets!” Isobel replied. She turned away, tossed her pony tail dramatically at them both, and flounced off. As soon as she was outside, Asha leaned in towards Samantha once again, and whispered, “So come on, tell me. Who’s got a big one and who’s got a small one? Oh no, you said Yuto’s was small. Please don’t tell me that means his brother’s is small too. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy? Dreamboat Kaito has a little willy? Say it isn’t so!”
Samantha replied honestly, shaking her head. “I don’t know, I didn’t see Kaito’s.” She tried to remember how big the bulge at the front of Kaito’s jammers was, but it had been hard to tell. Asha looked disappointed at not knowing. Samantha reassured her, “Hey, I’m going to the pool with them again next week. It’s my last chance before term starts, so I’d better to make the most of it. You can come round here again afterwards and, if I see your BOYFRIEND’S willy, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it,” she teased.
“Ha, if ONLY Kaito were my boyfriend!” Asha chuckled. “Okay, you didn’t see Kaito’s and you didn’t see Theo’s. Who else's willies DID you see? Oh wait,” she remembered, “what about Dinosaur Boy? Tell me what that dino neck really looks like!”
Samantha laughed some more. As she spilled the details of all the different willies she’d seen and how they compared, one thought kept popping into her mind: It was a good thing Harry wasn’t there. He would be so mad with her if he could hear this conversation…
Later that weekend, Mrs Davies prepared to take her two daughters shopping for clothes. Samantha and Isobel both needed uniforms for their new school.
“Can you buy me some football kit for playing around with the boys, Mum?” Samantha asked. “It’s too hot to wear leggings and I don’t want to get my white shorts stained again.” Mrs Suzuki had only been partially successful at removing the grass stains, and Samantha’s mother hadn’t been pleased at the state of them. She thought about her daughter’s request. “You’ve got plenty of dark skirts, like the one you’re wearing now” she said. “Can’t you play in one of them?”
Obviously, Samantha couldn’t. ‘Sam’ doesn’t wear skirts. She rolled her eyes and made an excuse. “Boys play rough, Mum. I don’t want them to see my knickers, do I?” She clutched the hem of her purple skirt demurely. Samantha certainly wasn’t going to tell her mother that she had recently let one specific boy see her in her knickers and nothing else. She hadn’t even told Asha that. Samantha blushed at the memory.
Mrs Davies saw the shyness on her elder daughter’s face and smiled kindly. My girl is growing up, she thought. “No, of course not. We can buy you some shorts,” she agreed. Samantha beamed. “Thanks Mum!”
An hour later, the three of them were in a department store, picking out clothes to buy. Samantha had chosen a football shirt and shorts that she liked. They passed as boys’ clothes, but were bright and colourful enough that she wouldn’t also mind wearing them when she wasn’t in disguise. They also found the clothes Samantha and Isobel needed for their school uniforms, a white shirt, black skirt and blue cardigan each.
“Go try them on to make sure they fit,” the girls’ mother told them. “Come find me in the womenswear section when you’re done. I don’t see why I shouldn’t get some new clothes as well,” she joked. Samantha carried the pile of clothes and took Isobel by the hand to the dressing room.
The room consisted of eight stalls, four on each side. Each stall had a full-length mirror inside and a curtain for privacy. It was a unisex room, after all. Only one stall at the far end appeared to be occupied. The girls took a stall together, choosing the one furthest away, on the opposite side of the room to the occupied one. They stripped down to their vests and knickers. Sam divided the school clothes and handed the smaller-sized set to her sister. “Here you go, these are yours,” she said.
Then she heard an unexpected voice, coming from outside their stall. “Sam, is that you?” Oh no, she thought. That sounds like Charlie! I can’t let him see me like this! Her vest and knickers were clearly those of a girl. There was no bulge between her legs where a willy would be. She hadn’t removed Asha’s paintwork from her fingernails yet either. Samantha kept quiet and still. Realising something was up, Isobel instinctively copied her. There was the sound of a curtain being drawn back.
Charlie had been in the occupied stall. Like Samantha and Isobel, he was shopping for new school clothes. His parents complained that their son was like a beanpole, never stopping growing and always in need of new clothes. His father had drawn the short straw and taken him to buy a new uniform. Charlie was also down to just his underwear, a pair of white y-fronts with blue trim. He peeked around the curtain when he heard Sam’s voice. Seeing just the one occupied stall in an otherwise empty dressing room, he figured it was safe to come out. No one else would see him.
“Come on, I know it’s you. Who are you talking to, Sam?” Charlie asked. “Er, just a minute! Don’t come in!” Samantha replied, flustered. She hastily pulled on the football shirt and shorts to cover up her girlish underwear. “Stay there,” she hissed to Isobel, who was struggling to climb into her new school skirt. Isobel looked down at herself in her underwear and gave Samantha a look that said, “Well, duh!”
Dressed in an outfit that ‘Sam’ would wear, Samantha ducked around the curtain, taking care not to reveal her sister in her current state of undress. There wasn’t much she could do about her fingernails. She clenched both hands into fists and tried to keep them behind her back, hoping Charlie wouldn’t notice them.
“Hi Charlie,” she said, then, “Oh! Why aren’t you wearing any clothes? That’s brave of you to come out here like that!” Samantha’s eyes were drawn to the bulge in the front of Charlie’s y-fronts. She recalled a memory of the parts that lay within and used it to make out their shape. I’m like a superhero in one of Harry’s comics, she thought. The Girl with the X-ray Eyes, able to see boys’ willies through their clothing!
Charlie shrugged. “I figured I could risk it. No one else is here, right?” he said. He peered at the closed curtain Samantha had come out of. “I heard you talking to someone. Is there another boy in there with you?”
“No, but there’s another GIRL!” Isobel announced, whipping the curtain back dramatically. Upon hearing her sister ask why the boy wasn’t wearing clothes, she had finished dressing in a rush, anxious to see. She was not disappointed by the sight of the tall, skinny, blonde boy in front of her, wearing only small blue and white garment on his lower body. “Hello, I can see your pants!” she said by way of a greeting, admiring Charlie’s y-fronts.
Charlie was surprised. “Um, Sam, why were you sharing a stall with that girl?” he asked, holding his hands modestly in front of his underwear-clad privates. He registered that the girl was wearing a uniform from his school. Fantastic, thought Charlie sarcastically. I bet she tells a whole class of younger kids about this!
“That’s my younger sister, Isobel,” Samantha sighed apologetically. “My mum is making me help her try things on. Sorry, Charlie. I DID try to hint that you shouldn’t be undressed out here.” Then to her sister, she said, “Izzy, the boy in the underwear that colour-matches your school uniform is Charlie. He normally wears more clothes than this.”
Her remarks had the desired effect on both Charlie and Isobel. The boy retreated, embarrassed, back to his stall. The girl giggled too much to say anything more. Samantha was glad Charlie hadn't picked up Isobel's remark about being "another" girl, but she was sure to spill the beans if she kept talking. Samantha herded Isobel quickly back into their own stall.
“How come that boy let you see his pants, but covered up when I was trying to look?” Isobel asked quietly. Samantha put a finger to her sister’s lips, signalling her to be quieter still. “Because he thinks I’m a boy too,” she whispered. “Now shush, and let him carry on thinking that. Please don’t spoil this for me, Izzy!”
Isobel’s eyes twinkled, amused at the deception. She thought it was funny that the boy had let Samantha get a good long look at him in his underwear. She also enjoyed the power it gave her over her big sister. Samantha needed her cooperation. “What are you going to do?” she whispered back. “Mum’s going to come looking for us if we take too long. You still need to try your uniform on.”
“Samantha picked up the larger skirt. “It’s fine, it probably fits,” she said. Isobel looked doubtful. “You’ll be in trouble with Mum if it doesn’t!” she replied. Samantha realised she was right. “Charlie has to get dressed too,” she reasoned. “I’ve got time, and he’ll probably leave us alone now he knows you’re here.” She slipped off the football kit. “I can get changed back into this if he’s still here when we leave.”
In his own stall, Charlie caught sight of his reflection and blushed at Sam’s little sister having seen him like that. He pulled the black school trousers quickly, wanting the security he felt at being properly covered up again. He added the white shirt and finally the blue sweater. They all fit, loosely enough to have what his father referred to as “growing room”, but not so loose as to look silly. They would do. He began to take them off again to change back into his regular clothes.
In a stall on the other side of the room, Samantha had also finished putting on her uniform. She turned in front of the stall mirror, checking what she looked like from all sides. Isobel was still wearing her uniform too. “We match!” she said with pleasure. “Shh! Remember Charlie!” Samantha warned her, in a hushed voice. “Ooh, I’ll go check and make sure he leaves you alone!” Isobel said, and dashed out of the stall before Samantha could stop her.
“IZZY, NO!” Samantha cried, but it was too late. Isobel yanked backed the curtain to Charlie’s stall. Charlie was bent over with his back to her. He had removed his school trousers and was rummaging on the floor for his own trousers that he’d been wearing earlier. Startled, Charlie looked over his shoulder as Isobel pulled the curtain back. She sniggered as she saw him in his underpants again. He was still wearing his school shirt and sweater, but the more interesting parts of him were less covered. Bent over as he was, the back of Charlie’s underwear was pointing right in Isobel’s face.
It was an easy target and Isobel didn’t hesitate. Charlie got as far as yelling an outraged, “Hey!” before she grabbed hold of his underwear and pulled down hard. Charlie yelped as Isobel completely bared his rear. “Get off me!” he demanded, turning to shove her away from him. Isobel had seen it as soon as she pantsed him, but Charlie’s full moon remained visible in the mirror behind him. “Nice bum!” she cackled gleefully, peering at his reflection.
Luckily for Charlie, Isobel had only managed to pull down the back of his briefs. The front of them had come down slightly, revealing more of his pelvic area than before, but the bottom of his shirt hid most of that and his privates remained just about covered. Embarrassed at being almost stripped by a younger girl, and at her getting an eyeful of his bare bum, he hastily adjusted his underwear, pulling it back into place again.
Not pausing to put any more clothes on, Charlie advanced on Isobel as she retreated back to the stall she shared with Samantha. He tried to look threatening, but the effect was ruined by his state of undress. Isobel backed away, but she was still laughing manically at him. She backed into the curtain. Charlie pulled it aside. “Hey, Sam,” he said crossly, “can you keep your sister under control?”
Then he stopped dead, taking in what ‘Sam’ was wearing. School uniform, black and white and blue, but not like his. The black was a skirt, rather than trousers. The blue was a cardigan, rather than a sweater.
“Sam, why are you dressed like a girl?” he asked, utterly confused, his anger with Isobel temporarily forgotten.
Well, there’s no point pretending any more, thought Isobel. She might as well enjoy this moment. “Because she IS a girl, dummy!” she said to the bewildered Charlie. “And her name’s not ‘Sam’. It’s SamANTHA.”
Samantha’s heart sank as her careful web of deception fell apart. She gave Charlie a guilty smile and shrugged. Then she held up her brightly painted nails for him to see, just in case he needed any more confirmation. The game was up. She’d been looking forward to one more group shower with her naked male classmates, but that would probably never happen now.
“But…” Charlie spluttered, trying to make sense of this. “But, you were a boy before!”
“I never said that I was a boy, Charlie. You all just assumed that.”
“But you came swimming with us! You wore boys’ shorts!” Charlie’s face went pale. “You were in the boys’ changing room! You saw my… my…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Samantha helped him out. “Your willy?” she suggested brightly. Like her sister, she figured she should make the most of the hand that fate had just dealt. Beside her, Isobel cackled at hearing the naughty word. Samantha continued, “Yes Charlie, I saw your willy. Don’t feel bad, I liked seeing it. It’s a nice willy. I saw most of the other boys’ willies too.”
Isobel’s jaw dropped. For the first time in a long while, she felt completely in awe of her elder sister.
Charlie’s mind was still racing in overdrive. He replayed the events of the previous Tuesday in his mind, trying to remember what Sam (no, ‘SamANTHA’, he corrected himself) must’ve seen. “Oh god,” he gulped, “you saw me waving it about when I was doing that impression of Yuto in the shower, didn’t you?”
Samantha nodded with another smile. “Uh huh. You said you’d die if a girl saw you doing that!” Charlie stood speechless, looking as if he might faint. Isobel stared at the front of his underwear, trying to imagine a willy waving about down there. “Please don’t die, Charlie,” Sam insisted, now starting to feel slightly worried about him. “I like you and it would be a terrible shame.”
But Charlie’s brain was still throwing up more memories. “I can’t believe I tried to reassure you it was okay to change in front of us,” he said, feeling hurt. Then his eyes went wide. “You came with me to the toilet, didn’t you? You… you saw me PEEING!” This was the most personal, most embarrassing thing Charlie could imagine a girl seeing him do with his willy. In time, as he got older, he would learn that there were far more personal and embarrassing things, but that was no consolation to him right now. Isobel found the news that her sister had seen him hilarious and started giggling all over again.
Charlie’s face went from white to a brilliant red. He remembered he was standing there with his y-fronts still on show, to not one but TWO girls. He ran back to his stall and grabbed his own trousers. He pulled them on, not even shutting the curtain first. Why bother? Both girls had already seen him in his underpants. Both had seen his bum. One of them had seen a whole lot more.
Samantha tried to blot out her sister’s laughter and reassure Charlie. “It’s not that bad, Charlie. I saw the other boys too, remember,” she told him. “They might’ve forgotten you wiggling your privates about in front of me,” she told him, trying hard not to smirk. “And no one else needs to know that I saw you having a pee.”
Charlie did up the front of his trousers and took several deep breaths. He reminded himself he was a leader, an adventurer, and not someone who let himself get pushed around by others. He could brush off any embarrassment with a casual remark, just like he had done when Lucy had tricked him into showing his willy to her when they were in the park. Why were girls always outsmarting him in this way?
Being seen naked by a girl at age 11 was a much bigger deal than at age 9, and Samantha had REALLY seen him. While Lucy had a good, long look at Charlie’s privates, Samantha had seen them for even longer, and seen him doing things that Lucy never had. He had no secrets from this sneaky girl, who had led him to believe she was a boy.
Still, there was no point feeling sorry for himself. What had been seen couldn’t be unseen. Samantha was clearly having fun with him, but she could be a lot crueller about it if she wanted to. Besides, Charlie had to admit, it had been a superb trick. He looked back at the two girls. Samantha chewed her lip nervously. “Are you mad at me? Are you going to tell the others?” she asked Charlie.
Charlie considered it for a moment, then his face lit up with a grin. He was embarrassed, but he wasn’t angry any more. Plus he was no snitch. What better way to take control of the situation than to pretend he knew all along? He stepped back over towards Samantha and Isobel. “You’re coming swimming with us again in a couple of days, aren’t you?” Samantha nodded. Charlie nodded back. “Okay, Sam… Samantha… whatever your name is, I’ll keep your secret. It’s a good prank, and I want in on it!”
It was as if a weight had been lifted from them both. “Oh, thank you, Charlie!” Samantha said, clapping her hands. It reminded Charlie disturbingly of Lucy. “Er, I mean, thanks mate,” Samantha rephrased, slapping him on the shoulder. He chuckled and said, “See you in a couple of days.” He went back to his stall, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were a girl!” he muttered to himself, under his breath.
Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. Charlie didn’t hate her for what she had done. They were still friends. Best of all, he wasn’t going to stop her from showering and changing with he and the other boys again. Okay, he might not let her see his willy again, but Harry had said that and still ended up giving her an accidental show. All in all, it could be a whole lot worse.
Charlie changed back into the remainder of his own clothes and left the dressing room. His dad was waiting for him outside. “What took you so long? Was everything okay in there? I thought I heard you yelling at one point.” “Everything’s fine, Dad,” Charlie assured him. “I just ran into a couple of girls from school, that’s all.”
Samantha and Isobel waited until Charlie was gone before changing back also. “Was all of that true?” Isobel asked her big sister. “Did you REALLY see lots of boys NAKED?” “I did indeed!” Samantha replied proudly, then, deadly seriously, she added, “but you can’t tell Mum about any of this, okay? Pinkie promise?” She held up her little finger. Isobel hooked her own little finger around it. “Pinkie promise,” she pledged.
They gathered up all the clothes they had tried on and crossed the department store to find their mother. “You have all the fun. It’s not fair. When do I get to see boys’ willies?” Isobel complained in a quiet voice. Samantha looked down at her younger sister and ruffled Isobel’s hair affectionately. With all the accumulated wisdom of her ten-and-a-half years, she said, “When you’re older, Izzy. When you're older!”
Samantha sat at her kitchen table with her friend Asha, who was painting Samantha’s fingernails. Asha’s own nails were already decorated in a variety of colours. She had a talent for painting them that she was sharing with her new friend. Samantha felt envious of Asha’s beautiful long, dark hair that hung forward as she worked. It reminded Samantha of her own hair, which she still missed terribly. Between losing that and pretending to be a boy, it felt nice to be doing something that made her feel properly like a girl again.
She had invited Asha over. After all, Samantha was supposed to be getting to know her new school friends. She and Asha were going to be in the same class in just over a week’s time, along with Harry and the other boys. Besides, Samantha had a lot to talk to Asha about.
As Samantha had said to Harry, she was keen to share the juicy details of everything that had happened recently with Asha. Well, not quite everything. She wasn’t going to tell Asha about how she had stripped down to her underwear in front of Harry. That was far too personal to share and Samantha still couldn’t quite believe she had really done it. She also kept the promise they had all made to Rafi, not to repeat the stories of the times he and other boys had been caught naked by girls on previous occasions. Samantha kept those to herself, but that still left all the things she had seen in person (and she had seen a LOT of things in person).
Asha had to concentrate to avoid laughing too much, which would cause her to slip and ruin the artwork she was making on Samantha’s nails. “I’m so jealous of you, girl!” Asha said. “I’d love to get away with something like that but, you know, these might be a giveaway.” She cupped her growing breasts. They were small, but noticeable beneath her halter top. There was no way Asha could pass for a boy.
Samantha cupped her own chest over her vest top. “I think mine are starting to grow too,” she said, torn between wanting and not wanting it to be true. She didn’t want Asha to think she was so much less mature than her, even though they were most of a year apart in ages. On the other hand, she didn’t want the boys to notice any signs of growing bumps on her chest. That would be embarrassing. Fortunately, as Harry’s mum had suggested, Samantha could still get away with it. “Not that any of the boys noticed,” she added.
“So, they all just uncovered their bits, thinking there weren’t any more girls around to see them, and let you look as much as you wanted to?” Asha asked, as she resumed decorating Samantha’s nails. She wanted to be sure she had understood all the details of Samantha’s story correctly. “Pretty much,” Samantha confirmed with a grin. “Well, Rafi took a bit longer to uncover, and four of them kept their swimming things on. But Kaito pulled Harry’s shorts down, so I saw his willy too!” She didn’t mention that it wasn’t the first time she had seen Harry’s privates.
Asha chuckled, “So you saw what was in Dinosaur Boy’s dinosaur pants, then?” Samantha was puzzled, “His what?” she asked, so Asha explained. “Oh, I forgot you don’t know about this! Harry Woodhouse is ‘Dinosaur Boy’ to us girls, though we never call him that to his face. The boys were playing around in the park one time after school. I persuaded them it would be funny if they pulled each other’s shorts down.”
“One of the boys got Harry’s shorts and, get this, he had these silly dinosaur underpants on underneath! They were so funny. There was, like, a T-Rex, and that one with the three horns, and right at the front, about where Harry’s willy would be, there was one with a long neck. It was like a blue cartoon willy! Harry was so embarrassed at being seen in them!”
Samantha giggled. She had heard this story before from Harry, but he’d left these details out. No wonder he didn’t want me looking through his underwear drawer, she thought. “I guess whoever designed those undies didn’t think it through,” she joked. Asha laughed back, “I guess not! But I only saw his cartoon willy, you saw the real thing!”
“I did,” Samantha said proudly, “but I’ve heard the boys talking about that time in the park. You saw Theo’s willy that day, didn’t you? Not just through his undies, but completely bared?” Asha smirked, “Oh yes, you heard about that? I’m not surprised. Theo still blushes whenever we remind him about that LITTLE incident. I think the boys still tease him too.”
Samantha nodded. “There you go, you’ve seen at least one willy that I haven’t. Theo won’t undress in front of ANYONE any more. I think you’ve given him a complex. It must’ve been a big deal, having so many people see him naked.”
Asha sniggered, “It was worse than you realise. It definitely wasn’t a BIG deal, if you get my meaning.” Samantha didn’t. Asha rolled her eyes. She lowered her voice conspiratorially, although there were only the two of them in the kitchen. “Theo has a really tiny willy,” she explained. “He had this plump, round bag of balls, but on top of it was just this wee little thing, about this big.” Asha held her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and sniggered. Still seeing Samantha looking puzzled, she rolled her eyes again at having to explain EVERYTHING to her new friend. “Boys with small willies get really embarrassed about them, and now everyone knows about Theo’s!” she said slowly.
Samantha put this information in the mental wiki she was gradually gathering about boys and their bodies, but she wasn’t sure that Asha was right. “I dunno,” she said doubtfully. “Yuto’s got a small willy, and he didn’t seem at all embarrassed about that younger girl seeing it. And Max has a big one, but he was REALLY embarrassed when she saw it.”
Asha put down the nail painting kit and put a hand over her mouth, which had opened wide. She grabbed hold of both of Samantha’s wrists. “Okay, girl, now you're getting to the good stuff! Spill the rest! I want to know shapes and sizes, everything!”
Unfortunately for Asha, Samantha’s younger sister chose that moment to come bounding into the kitchen. At 8 years old, Isobel was the spitting image of Samantha in miniature, although unlike her bigger sister, Isobel’s hair remained long, and was tied back in a pony tail. “I heard you two whispering,” she declared curiously. “Whatcha talking about that’s so secret?”
Asha let go of Samantha’s wrists. “Never you mind,” she told Isobel seriously. “Big girl stuff,” added Samantha. Unable to keep a straight face, both older girls suddenly burst out laughing. Isobel looked at them crossly. “Why won’t you tell me?” she complained. Samantha shooed her away. “Go play outside, Izzy,” she said. “I’ll tell you about it when you’re older!”
“Fine, keep your secrets!” Isobel replied. She turned away, tossed her pony tail dramatically at them both, and flounced off. As soon as she was outside, Asha leaned in towards Samantha once again, and whispered, “So come on, tell me. Who’s got a big one and who’s got a small one? Oh no, you said Yuto’s was small. Please don’t tell me that means his brother’s is small too. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy? Dreamboat Kaito has a little willy? Say it isn’t so!”
Samantha replied honestly, shaking her head. “I don’t know, I didn’t see Kaito’s.” She tried to remember how big the bulge at the front of Kaito’s jammers was, but it had been hard to tell. Asha looked disappointed at not knowing. Samantha reassured her, “Hey, I’m going to the pool with them again next week. It’s my last chance before term starts, so I’d better to make the most of it. You can come round here again afterwards and, if I see your BOYFRIEND’S willy, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it,” she teased.
“Ha, if ONLY Kaito were my boyfriend!” Asha chuckled. “Okay, you didn’t see Kaito’s and you didn’t see Theo’s. Who else's willies DID you see? Oh wait,” she remembered, “what about Dinosaur Boy? Tell me what that dino neck really looks like!”
Samantha laughed some more. As she spilled the details of all the different willies she’d seen and how they compared, one thought kept popping into her mind: It was a good thing Harry wasn’t there. He would be so mad with her if he could hear this conversation…
Later that weekend, Mrs Davies prepared to take her two daughters shopping for clothes. Samantha and Isobel both needed uniforms for their new school.
“Can you buy me some football kit for playing around with the boys, Mum?” Samantha asked. “It’s too hot to wear leggings and I don’t want to get my white shorts stained again.” Mrs Suzuki had only been partially successful at removing the grass stains, and Samantha’s mother hadn’t been pleased at the state of them. She thought about her daughter’s request. “You’ve got plenty of dark skirts, like the one you’re wearing now” she said. “Can’t you play in one of them?”
Obviously, Samantha couldn’t. ‘Sam’ doesn’t wear skirts. She rolled her eyes and made an excuse. “Boys play rough, Mum. I don’t want them to see my knickers, do I?” She clutched the hem of her purple skirt demurely. Samantha certainly wasn’t going to tell her mother that she had recently let one specific boy see her in her knickers and nothing else. She hadn’t even told Asha that. Samantha blushed at the memory.
Mrs Davies saw the shyness on her elder daughter’s face and smiled kindly. My girl is growing up, she thought. “No, of course not. We can buy you some shorts,” she agreed. Samantha beamed. “Thanks Mum!”
An hour later, the three of them were in a department store, picking out clothes to buy. Samantha had chosen a football shirt and shorts that she liked. They passed as boys’ clothes, but were bright and colourful enough that she wouldn’t also mind wearing them when she wasn’t in disguise. They also found the clothes Samantha and Isobel needed for their school uniforms, a white shirt, black skirt and blue cardigan each.
“Go try them on to make sure they fit,” the girls’ mother told them. “Come find me in the womenswear section when you’re done. I don’t see why I shouldn’t get some new clothes as well,” she joked. Samantha carried the pile of clothes and took Isobel by the hand to the dressing room.
The room consisted of eight stalls, four on each side. Each stall had a full-length mirror inside and a curtain for privacy. It was a unisex room, after all. Only one stall at the far end appeared to be occupied. The girls took a stall together, choosing the one furthest away, on the opposite side of the room to the occupied one. They stripped down to their vests and knickers. Sam divided the school clothes and handed the smaller-sized set to her sister. “Here you go, these are yours,” she said.
Then she heard an unexpected voice, coming from outside their stall. “Sam, is that you?” Oh no, she thought. That sounds like Charlie! I can’t let him see me like this! Her vest and knickers were clearly those of a girl. There was no bulge between her legs where a willy would be. She hadn’t removed Asha’s paintwork from her fingernails yet either. Samantha kept quiet and still. Realising something was up, Isobel instinctively copied her. There was the sound of a curtain being drawn back.
Charlie had been in the occupied stall. Like Samantha and Isobel, he was shopping for new school clothes. His parents complained that their son was like a beanpole, never stopping growing and always in need of new clothes. His father had drawn the short straw and taken him to buy a new uniform. Charlie was also down to just his underwear, a pair of white y-fronts with blue trim. He peeked around the curtain when he heard Sam’s voice. Seeing just the one occupied stall in an otherwise empty dressing room, he figured it was safe to come out. No one else would see him.
“Come on, I know it’s you. Who are you talking to, Sam?” Charlie asked. “Er, just a minute! Don’t come in!” Samantha replied, flustered. She hastily pulled on the football shirt and shorts to cover up her girlish underwear. “Stay there,” she hissed to Isobel, who was struggling to climb into her new school skirt. Isobel looked down at herself in her underwear and gave Samantha a look that said, “Well, duh!”
Dressed in an outfit that ‘Sam’ would wear, Samantha ducked around the curtain, taking care not to reveal her sister in her current state of undress. There wasn’t much she could do about her fingernails. She clenched both hands into fists and tried to keep them behind her back, hoping Charlie wouldn’t notice them.
“Hi Charlie,” she said, then, “Oh! Why aren’t you wearing any clothes? That’s brave of you to come out here like that!” Samantha’s eyes were drawn to the bulge in the front of Charlie’s y-fronts. She recalled a memory of the parts that lay within and used it to make out their shape. I’m like a superhero in one of Harry’s comics, she thought. The Girl with the X-ray Eyes, able to see boys’ willies through their clothing!
Charlie shrugged. “I figured I could risk it. No one else is here, right?” he said. He peered at the closed curtain Samantha had come out of. “I heard you talking to someone. Is there another boy in there with you?”
“No, but there’s another GIRL!” Isobel announced, whipping the curtain back dramatically. Upon hearing her sister ask why the boy wasn’t wearing clothes, she had finished dressing in a rush, anxious to see. She was not disappointed by the sight of the tall, skinny, blonde boy in front of her, wearing only small blue and white garment on his lower body. “Hello, I can see your pants!” she said by way of a greeting, admiring Charlie’s y-fronts.
Charlie was surprised. “Um, Sam, why were you sharing a stall with that girl?” he asked, holding his hands modestly in front of his underwear-clad privates. He registered that the girl was wearing a uniform from his school. Fantastic, thought Charlie sarcastically. I bet she tells a whole class of younger kids about this!
“That’s my younger sister, Isobel,” Samantha sighed apologetically. “My mum is making me help her try things on. Sorry, Charlie. I DID try to hint that you shouldn’t be undressed out here.” Then to her sister, she said, “Izzy, the boy in the underwear that colour-matches your school uniform is Charlie. He normally wears more clothes than this.”
Her remarks had the desired effect on both Charlie and Isobel. The boy retreated, embarrassed, back to his stall. The girl giggled too much to say anything more. Samantha was glad Charlie hadn't picked up Isobel's remark about being "another" girl, but she was sure to spill the beans if she kept talking. Samantha herded Isobel quickly back into their own stall.
“How come that boy let you see his pants, but covered up when I was trying to look?” Isobel asked quietly. Samantha put a finger to her sister’s lips, signalling her to be quieter still. “Because he thinks I’m a boy too,” she whispered. “Now shush, and let him carry on thinking that. Please don’t spoil this for me, Izzy!”
Isobel’s eyes twinkled, amused at the deception. She thought it was funny that the boy had let Samantha get a good long look at him in his underwear. She also enjoyed the power it gave her over her big sister. Samantha needed her cooperation. “What are you going to do?” she whispered back. “Mum’s going to come looking for us if we take too long. You still need to try your uniform on.”
“Samantha picked up the larger skirt. “It’s fine, it probably fits,” she said. Isobel looked doubtful. “You’ll be in trouble with Mum if it doesn’t!” she replied. Samantha realised she was right. “Charlie has to get dressed too,” she reasoned. “I’ve got time, and he’ll probably leave us alone now he knows you’re here.” She slipped off the football kit. “I can get changed back into this if he’s still here when we leave.”
In his own stall, Charlie caught sight of his reflection and blushed at Sam’s little sister having seen him like that. He pulled the black school trousers quickly, wanting the security he felt at being properly covered up again. He added the white shirt and finally the blue sweater. They all fit, loosely enough to have what his father referred to as “growing room”, but not so loose as to look silly. They would do. He began to take them off again to change back into his regular clothes.
In a stall on the other side of the room, Samantha had also finished putting on her uniform. She turned in front of the stall mirror, checking what she looked like from all sides. Isobel was still wearing her uniform too. “We match!” she said with pleasure. “Shh! Remember Charlie!” Samantha warned her, in a hushed voice. “Ooh, I’ll go check and make sure he leaves you alone!” Isobel said, and dashed out of the stall before Samantha could stop her.
“IZZY, NO!” Samantha cried, but it was too late. Isobel yanked backed the curtain to Charlie’s stall. Charlie was bent over with his back to her. He had removed his school trousers and was rummaging on the floor for his own trousers that he’d been wearing earlier. Startled, Charlie looked over his shoulder as Isobel pulled the curtain back. She sniggered as she saw him in his underpants again. He was still wearing his school shirt and sweater, but the more interesting parts of him were less covered. Bent over as he was, the back of Charlie’s underwear was pointing right in Isobel’s face.
It was an easy target and Isobel didn’t hesitate. Charlie got as far as yelling an outraged, “Hey!” before she grabbed hold of his underwear and pulled down hard. Charlie yelped as Isobel completely bared his rear. “Get off me!” he demanded, turning to shove her away from him. Isobel had seen it as soon as she pantsed him, but Charlie’s full moon remained visible in the mirror behind him. “Nice bum!” she cackled gleefully, peering at his reflection.
Luckily for Charlie, Isobel had only managed to pull down the back of his briefs. The front of them had come down slightly, revealing more of his pelvic area than before, but the bottom of his shirt hid most of that and his privates remained just about covered. Embarrassed at being almost stripped by a younger girl, and at her getting an eyeful of his bare bum, he hastily adjusted his underwear, pulling it back into place again.
Not pausing to put any more clothes on, Charlie advanced on Isobel as she retreated back to the stall she shared with Samantha. He tried to look threatening, but the effect was ruined by his state of undress. Isobel backed away, but she was still laughing manically at him. She backed into the curtain. Charlie pulled it aside. “Hey, Sam,” he said crossly, “can you keep your sister under control?”
Then he stopped dead, taking in what ‘Sam’ was wearing. School uniform, black and white and blue, but not like his. The black was a skirt, rather than trousers. The blue was a cardigan, rather than a sweater.
“Sam, why are you dressed like a girl?” he asked, utterly confused, his anger with Isobel temporarily forgotten.
Well, there’s no point pretending any more, thought Isobel. She might as well enjoy this moment. “Because she IS a girl, dummy!” she said to the bewildered Charlie. “And her name’s not ‘Sam’. It’s SamANTHA.”
Samantha’s heart sank as her careful web of deception fell apart. She gave Charlie a guilty smile and shrugged. Then she held up her brightly painted nails for him to see, just in case he needed any more confirmation. The game was up. She’d been looking forward to one more group shower with her naked male classmates, but that would probably never happen now.
“But…” Charlie spluttered, trying to make sense of this. “But, you were a boy before!”
“I never said that I was a boy, Charlie. You all just assumed that.”
“But you came swimming with us! You wore boys’ shorts!” Charlie’s face went pale. “You were in the boys’ changing room! You saw my… my…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Samantha helped him out. “Your willy?” she suggested brightly. Like her sister, she figured she should make the most of the hand that fate had just dealt. Beside her, Isobel cackled at hearing the naughty word. Samantha continued, “Yes Charlie, I saw your willy. Don’t feel bad, I liked seeing it. It’s a nice willy. I saw most of the other boys’ willies too.”
Isobel’s jaw dropped. For the first time in a long while, she felt completely in awe of her elder sister.
Charlie’s mind was still racing in overdrive. He replayed the events of the previous Tuesday in his mind, trying to remember what Sam (no, ‘SamANTHA’, he corrected himself) must’ve seen. “Oh god,” he gulped, “you saw me waving it about when I was doing that impression of Yuto in the shower, didn’t you?”
Samantha nodded with another smile. “Uh huh. You said you’d die if a girl saw you doing that!” Charlie stood speechless, looking as if he might faint. Isobel stared at the front of his underwear, trying to imagine a willy waving about down there. “Please don’t die, Charlie,” Sam insisted, now starting to feel slightly worried about him. “I like you and it would be a terrible shame.”
But Charlie’s brain was still throwing up more memories. “I can’t believe I tried to reassure you it was okay to change in front of us,” he said, feeling hurt. Then his eyes went wide. “You came with me to the toilet, didn’t you? You… you saw me PEEING!” This was the most personal, most embarrassing thing Charlie could imagine a girl seeing him do with his willy. In time, as he got older, he would learn that there were far more personal and embarrassing things, but that was no consolation to him right now. Isobel found the news that her sister had seen him hilarious and started giggling all over again.
Charlie’s face went from white to a brilliant red. He remembered he was standing there with his y-fronts still on show, to not one but TWO girls. He ran back to his stall and grabbed his own trousers. He pulled them on, not even shutting the curtain first. Why bother? Both girls had already seen him in his underpants. Both had seen his bum. One of them had seen a whole lot more.
Samantha tried to blot out her sister’s laughter and reassure Charlie. “It’s not that bad, Charlie. I saw the other boys too, remember,” she told him. “They might’ve forgotten you wiggling your privates about in front of me,” she told him, trying hard not to smirk. “And no one else needs to know that I saw you having a pee.”
Charlie did up the front of his trousers and took several deep breaths. He reminded himself he was a leader, an adventurer, and not someone who let himself get pushed around by others. He could brush off any embarrassment with a casual remark, just like he had done when Lucy had tricked him into showing his willy to her when they were in the park. Why were girls always outsmarting him in this way?
Being seen naked by a girl at age 11 was a much bigger deal than at age 9, and Samantha had REALLY seen him. While Lucy had a good, long look at Charlie’s privates, Samantha had seen them for even longer, and seen him doing things that Lucy never had. He had no secrets from this sneaky girl, who had led him to believe she was a boy.
Still, there was no point feeling sorry for himself. What had been seen couldn’t be unseen. Samantha was clearly having fun with him, but she could be a lot crueller about it if she wanted to. Besides, Charlie had to admit, it had been a superb trick. He looked back at the two girls. Samantha chewed her lip nervously. “Are you mad at me? Are you going to tell the others?” she asked Charlie.
Charlie considered it for a moment, then his face lit up with a grin. He was embarrassed, but he wasn’t angry any more. Plus he was no snitch. What better way to take control of the situation than to pretend he knew all along? He stepped back over towards Samantha and Isobel. “You’re coming swimming with us again in a couple of days, aren’t you?” Samantha nodded. Charlie nodded back. “Okay, Sam… Samantha… whatever your name is, I’ll keep your secret. It’s a good prank, and I want in on it!”
It was as if a weight had been lifted from them both. “Oh, thank you, Charlie!” Samantha said, clapping her hands. It reminded Charlie disturbingly of Lucy. “Er, I mean, thanks mate,” Samantha rephrased, slapping him on the shoulder. He chuckled and said, “See you in a couple of days.” He went back to his stall, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were a girl!” he muttered to himself, under his breath.
Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. Charlie didn’t hate her for what she had done. They were still friends. Best of all, he wasn’t going to stop her from showering and changing with he and the other boys again. Okay, he might not let her see his willy again, but Harry had said that and still ended up giving her an accidental show. All in all, it could be a whole lot worse.
Charlie changed back into the remainder of his own clothes and left the dressing room. His dad was waiting for him outside. “What took you so long? Was everything okay in there? I thought I heard you yelling at one point.” “Everything’s fine, Dad,” Charlie assured him. “I just ran into a couple of girls from school, that’s all.”
Samantha and Isobel waited until Charlie was gone before changing back also. “Was all of that true?” Isobel asked her big sister. “Did you REALLY see lots of boys NAKED?” “I did indeed!” Samantha replied proudly, then, deadly seriously, she added, “but you can’t tell Mum about any of this, okay? Pinkie promise?” She held up her little finger. Isobel hooked her own little finger around it. “Pinkie promise,” she pledged.
They gathered up all the clothes they had tried on and crossed the department store to find their mother. “You have all the fun. It’s not fair. When do I get to see boys’ willies?” Isobel complained in a quiet voice. Samantha looked down at her younger sister and ruffled Isobel’s hair affectionately. With all the accumulated wisdom of her ten-and-a-half years, she said, “When you’re older, Izzy. When you're older!”
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 27th May
Still going strong, here.
Sam pulled that one out of her ass!
Loving Isobel as well!
Sam owes her, eventually.
And so, the ruse continues…
Still loving Sam as a CFNM/ENM idol
Sam pulled that one out of her ass!
Loving Isobel as well!
Sam owes her, eventually.
And so, the ruse continues…
Still loving Sam as a CFNM/ENM idol
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 27th May
Great chapter! I know you said you already had an outline and not taking suggestions so this is just my reader thoughts out loud....I wonder if Charlie is really ok with it and wants to play along in the prank or if this is an elaborate plan to get some harmless prank revenge on Sam when the time is right?????? Excited to see where the story goes!
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 27th May
At this stage, Charlie is trying to convince himself that he's okay with it, as much as anything else. That's not to say he won't try to get his own back later on, but he's not thinking about that right now.JustHere10 wrote: Thu May 28, 2026 2:25 am Great chapter! I know you said you already had an outline and not taking suggestions so this is just my reader thoughts out loud....I wonder if Charlie is really ok with it and wants to play along in the prank or if this is an elaborate plan to get some harmless prank revenge on Sam when the time is right?????? Excited to see where the story goes!
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Re: What Sam Saw - NEW 27th May
Hey, Bare!
I’m pretty late to the party on this one, but WHAT A PARTY it is!!
I’ve only recently had time to read, which has been great, as I’ve been able to binge all 8 chapters over the last couple of days
This is shaping up to be one of my all time favourites. Pushes so many ( very unique ) buttons for me; so many great moments already in just the first few chapters!
(I’ll message you directly to give specifics.)
I can tell you’ve borrowed a few scenes from your true stories!
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to write such a brilliant series, I’m enjoying this one a LOT
Chat soon,
Bobby
I’m pretty late to the party on this one, but WHAT A PARTY it is!!
I’ve only recently had time to read, which has been great, as I’ve been able to binge all 8 chapters over the last couple of days
This is shaping up to be one of my all time favourites. Pushes so many ( very unique ) buttons for me; so many great moments already in just the first few chapters!
(I’ll message you directly to give specifics.)
I can tell you’ve borrowed a few scenes from your true stories!
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to write such a brilliant series, I’m enjoying this one a LOT
Chat soon,
Bobby
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