bingerbonger wrote: Thu Mar 26, 2026 5:48 pm
Hope you dont mind me asking but how did you feel when your friends or cousins got to see you naked? Were any of them girls? Did you manage to also see some of the girls naked or was it just the boys?
It was a long time ago I was 8-10 years, so I have to piece together what I was feeling based on my few memories. I can’t say I hated it; in the end, if it happened, I didn’t protest and stayed naked just long enough to dry off (1–2 minutes).
On the beach, I’d seen strangers my age (both boys and girls) changing their swimsuits openly, so I didn’t find it strange.
I remember three incidents:
Once, my aunt and my cousin—who’s a year younger—were there. At first, they even turned away at my aunt’s suggestion, but while I was already naked, my mother said, “Don’t worry, Dario isn’t embarrassed in front of his aunt and cousin, is he?” My cousin turned her head back to look at me as if waiting for my answer; I gave in to the pressure and said, “Yes, yes,” partly because by then she had turned around and seen everything.
At first I didn’t think anything of it, but after a while I started to think it was unfair since I was the only one who’d been seen.
I thought the same thing even when I saw families with both boys and girls changing under the umbrella next to ours, but only the boys changed openly.
Another incident I remember is when a family of friends came with us; they had a daughter a year older than me. After an afternoon spent playing in the sand, her mother had her take off her swimsuit to brush off the sand. Incredibly, she didn’t cover herself at all. I remember I was lying on the towel, I lifted my head, and saw that she was naked, turned away from me.
Then, of course, I got changed the usual way. I felt a bit more at ease since I’d already seen my friend naked.
The third memory happened at least a year later (maybe two); we were on a trip to the beach with the neighborhood kids—there were three boys and two girls among us. When it was time to change, the girls changed under their skirts, while we boys went to hide in the pine forest near the beach (it was a secluded beach you reached through a pine forest).
The girls secretly followed us and only jumped out when one of us was naked. They started giggling and teasing him for letting them see his “willy.” But he stayed naked in front of them, saying, “Look, I don’t care.” In the end, all three of us changed in front of the girls. I remember looking at my friend and thinking, “Well, I can do that too.”
All in all, my feelings were mixed. On the one hand, when I was seen naked, I didn’t rebel or feel angry. My competitive spirit—the part that said, “That’s not fair!”—only kicked in later.
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