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Thanks for the great story! I love how Harry got to enjoy Alicia's nudity after Sam convinced her he was a girl!

Indeed...wonder if Lifeguard John will get back in the act?

Thanks everyone, for all your positive comments. It's always nice to read this kind of feedback and see that people like what I've written!

And yes, Sam is Harry's friend, not his sister. A long-time playmate, soon-to-be classmate, making what just happened particularly embarrassing for the poor lad. How both of them deal with this is going to be explored further...

I have some good news and some bad news on that front.

The good news is that this story is just getting started. I have a lot more planned.

The bad news is updates might be a little infrequent. This isn't like "Sharing a Changing Cubicle", when I had a ton of free time in which to write. Nor like the "Cousin Amy" follow-up, where I had a near-complete first draft and only needed to fill in a few gaps, polish and proof-read each chapter before I posted them. For this one, all I have at the moment is a basic story outline and some notes. I'll try to post a new chapter at least once a week, but please be patient with me!

Part 3 – Conversations and plans

Harry stared silently out of the car window on the drive home, lost in thought. How could he have let this happen? He wished he could rewind time, but there was nothing he could do to erase Samantha’s memory. Something had changed forever between them. Whenever they played together in future, Samantha had only to remember and she would know what his private parts looked like. Whenever they went to school together, she could think back and recall how silly he had looked, hopping around, trying to get his feet into his underpants.

Sitting beside him on the back seat, Samantha was also thinking. Admittedly a lot of that thinking involved looking down at her friend’s trousers and mentally picturing what he looked like inside them. They hadn’t said a word to each other since Harry’s accidental exposure, and he was clearly still quite embarrassed. She would have to be careful not to tease him about it. Well, not too much anyway.

Harry’s mother glanced in the rear-view mirror from the driving seat. “Are you two alright? You’re awfully quiet back there.”

“I’m good, thank you, Mrs Woodhouse,” Samantha replied politely. “I’m fine,” Harry mumbled, still looking out of the window. His mother detected the sullen tone in her son’s voice. “What’s the matter with you, Mr Grumpy Pants?” she asked.

“Can you not mention ‘pants’, please?” Harry complained, still looking out the window. Samantha couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think Harry’s a bit cross that we saw him without his pants on,” she said.

Harry’s mother was not as sympathetic as he’d have liked her to be. “Well, perhaps you should learn to tie your towel better, dear,” she told him. “But there was no harm done. I’m sure Samantha didn’t mind, did you?”

“No, Mrs Woodhouse, I didn’t mind at all,” she replied, trying hard to keep a straight face. Harry felt that was missing the point. He looked at his mother’s reflection in the car mirror and said indignantly, “I minded! She saw my willy and everything!”

“I’m sure Samantha already knew that you have a willy. What difference does it make that she saw it?”

“What difference does it make? Mum, it’s embarrassing!”

“Oh, don’t make such a fuss. You’re only kids. Girls have seen you changing before.”

Samantha decided to keep tactfully quiet while Harry continued to argue with his mother.

“Not girls who know me! This wouldn’t have happened if you let me change in the boys’ side, like Yuto’s mum does.”

“Harry, we’ve talked about this before. I don’t want you changing in there on your own. It’s different when you’re with a group of friends. Besides, Yuto’s mum probably doesn’t want to change in front of a whole gang of gawking boys.”

“Well, I don’t like changing in a room full of gawking girls!”

Samantha felt she had to break her silence. “I didn’t ‘gawk’, Harry. I just looked, that’s all,” she put in.

Harry’s mother wasn’t finished with him yet. “Don’t act like the innocent victim here, Harry Woodhouse,” she said, beginning to sound impatient. “I saw the way you were staring at that girl in the shower with no costume on. Don’t think I didn’t notice! So what if Samantha saw you getting dressed? Stop being melodramatic and just deal with it. Show some balls, isn’t that what you boys always say?”

“He already did that, Mrs Woodhouse!” Samantha sniggered.

She and Harry’s mother both laughed at the joke. Harry merely scowled and resumed staring out of the car window.

Gradually, however, Harry’s embarrassment began to fade away. They made it the rest of the way home, loaded their used towels and swimming costumes in the washing machine, and ate a snack together in the kitchen, all without anyone mentioning his private parts again. Maybe things would still be normal between them, after all.

Now he and Samantha were alone in the front room, sitting and playing Mario Kart together. Harry was Mario, as always. He had won the first race of the tournament, finishing ahead of Samantha, who was playing Princess Peach. Harry was starting to feel good about himself, at least until the last lap of the second race when, still keeping her eyes on the TV, Samantha leaned across to him and said, “I liked seeing your willy at the pool.”

That made Harry jump. On screen, Mario spun on a banana skin, letting his pink opponent come racing past him. “Can we not talk about that?” Harry complained.

Samantha had been waiting until he’d cheered up, but she was bursting to talk about the highlight of her day. She tried to reassure Harry. “What I mean is, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. It was cool. I can’t wait to tell Asha!”

Harry was not reassured. “Asha? Asha Chandra from our class?” Samantha nodded. His worry grew deeper. “You can’t tell Asha, or anyone else! I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Oh, it won’t be that bad.”

“It will. Theo still gets teased about how girls saw his willy, and that was more than six months ago! And Asha was one of the girls who saw him.”

Samantha giggled as she took an easy victory in the second race. “What happened to Theo?” she asked.

Harry figured he might as well tell the story while they were between races. Samantha would only ask Asha to tell it if he didn’t. “We’d had PE class at the end of the day, so we were in our PE kit when we walked home from school,” he began. “You know those gym shorts, they’re only held up by elastic. I can’t remember how it started, but us boys began pulling each others’ shorts down as a game. The girls were laughing and cheering us on as we chased each other around the park.”

Samantha was entranced, the Mushroom Cup temporarily forgotten. “Haha, sounds like fun! Did Asha see your undies that day?”

Harry’s cheeks turned slightly pink as he answered her question. “Yes, she did, but that’s nothing compared to what happened to Theo. Max caught him and pantsed him, but his underwear came down too. It was an accident and Max felt really bad about it, but Theo was really, really embarrassed. All the girls saw everything! He pulled his clothes up pretty quick, but we teased him about it a lot, and so did the girls. So that’s why you can’t tell anyone.”

Harry looked at Samantha pleadingly, but she wasn’t convinced. “Hmm, if you teased Theo, I guess you deserve to get teased back. Fair’s fair!”

“If we’re talking fair, since you saw my willy, I think you should let me see your fanny.”

“I can’t do that! That’s my private girl parts. Boys aren’t supposed to see!”

“Well, girls aren’t supposed to see my parts either!” He was starting to get agitated.

Samantha tried a more conciliatory approach. “You saw Alicia’s parts thanks to me, and then I saw yours. That seems fair to me.”

“That was great,” he admitted, “but it still isn’t fair that you saw me and I didn’t see you.”

They completed the whole of the third race in silence. Harry was determined to win this one and his kart crossed the finish line half a lap ahead of Samantha’s. While the results flashed up, Harry tried to think of something to say, to lighten the mood, before he loaded the next course. They seemed to be stuck on the topic of body parts.

“Did you know, in America, ‘fanny’ just means ‘bum’?” he asked, giggling.

Samantha giggled back, but was puzzled. “I thought ‘butt’ means ‘bum’?” she replied.

“It does, but ‘fanny’ means ‘bum’ too.”

“What do they call a girl’s parts, then? I know they call boys’ willies ‘wieners’!”

“Yuto’s brother says they call girls’ privates their ‘pussy’, or sometimes their ‘kitty’.”

Samantha looked sceptical. “What, like a cat? That’s so weird. Girl’s parts look nothing like a cat! At least ‘wiener’ makes sense, ‘cause your willies do look like sausages!”

Harry blushed a little, but chuckled. “Yeah, they kind of do.”

Samantha’s curiosity was piqued again. “Do all boys our age have ones like yours? Because I thought it was going to be bigger.”

Harry sighed. He’d started this conversation, but he didn’t like where it was going. Still, he was glad they were talking again. He could tough this out, like his mother had suggested. “This is not helping me not be embarrassed!” he joked. “Some are a bit bigger or smaller. They’ll get a lot bigger when we’re older. But mine is perfectly normal for eleven, I’ll have you know!” he added, defensively, before starting up the next race.

“I do want to know,” Samantha replied, as their karts pulled away from the start line for the fourth time. “When we were in the car, you said you go swimming with a bunch of other boys. Do you see them naked? What are their willies like?”

“Yeah, we go most weeks. We change together, and most of us take our swim shorts off in the showers. We’re all boys, we’ve all got the same stuff. We don’t care.”

“Are these boys from our class?”

“Most of them. Yuto’s mum takes us, so his older brother comes too. He’s nearly thirteen, so he’s in high school.”

“I want to come too, next time you go. Can you ask Yuto if I can?”

“Um, sure, I guess.”

“This is so cool. Can I borrow your swim shorts again?”

“What? Why?”

“How else can I get into the changing room with you?”

On screen, their karts banged together as they jostled for position.

“Samantha, you’re not going to change with us!”

“Why not? My parents say I should get to know the kids I’m going to class with.”

“I don’t think they meant you should know what they look like NAKED!” Harry doubted Mr and Mrs Davies wanted their daughter to get to know her new classmates THAT well.

Samantha shoulder-barged Harry playfully, mimicking the actions of their on-screen characters. “You saw that girl, Alicia, in the shower today. She didn’t care that you saw her, ‘Harriet’! We proved I can pass for a boy, so no one need know. C’mon, Harry, I want my turn!”

Harry immediately saw the obvious flaw in this logic. “Samantha, we’ll all be in school together. They’re going to find out!”

“Oh yes, they’ll find out then, but it’ll be too late. Won’t it be funny to see their reactions!”

Harry pictured it. He had to admit it would be pretty funny. “Um, yeah, but I’m not sure about betraying my mates like this.”

“I bet some of them would do the same to you. You know I was bullied by boys at my last school, don’t you?”

“Yeah, you told me about that. What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Pretend you’re a bully.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Say something mean to me.”

Mario threw a bomb at Princess Peach’s kart. It exploded and sent her crashing into a barrier. “Take that, you stupid girl! Ha, boys rule!” Harry gloated, badly over-acting, as his kart raced on ahead. It felt like a lame insult, but he was doing what Samantha had asked.

“Did boys rule when I saw your willy?” she jeered back immediately. “Not so big and mighty when you’re naked, are you?”

Harry visibly deflated. His kart came to a halt as he put down his controller. “Samantha, that’s mean,” he said quietly. Samantha put down her controller too. She gave Harry a hug, which was more important than remembering to pause the game. “Sorry,” she told him, “but you get my point. No boy can push me around as long as I hold that card.”

“My friends aren’t bullies! Sure, they can be a bit rough, but they aren’t cruel.”

“I won’t have to remind them, then. It’ll just be insurance.”

Harry still looked doubtful. He looked back at the TV screen. The game had timed out and he had finished the race second to last, only slightly ahead of Samantha. He started up the fifth and final race.

“I'll tell you what,” Samantha told him, as they sped around the track. “You’re interested in being fair. If you help me see the other boys, the way I helped you see Alicia, then maybe, just maybe, I might show you my own private parts after all…”

With the player controlling him suddenly and utterly distracted, Mario missed a corner, drove straight off the track and plummeted to his doom.

“Really? You’d do that?” Harry asked, now more enthusiastic. “I’d think about it,” teased Samantha, grinning, and thinking she should've led with that offer. “But I wanna see some buck-naked boys first!”

“I’m not saying I will, but let’s say I agree to this.” Harry paused the game so he could count off conditions on his fingers. “One, you can’t EVER let the other boys know I was in on it and that I helped you. Two, I’m not letting you see my privates again when we’re there. Three, you don’t tease my friends any more than you absolutely have to. Four, when this is over, you’ll show me your fanny!”

Samantha frowned. She counted on her own fingers. “One, agreed. Two, disappointing, but okay. Three, agreed, unless they do something to deserve it. Four, I said I’d think about it and I promise I will, but you’ve got to earn it first. Deal?”

“Let’s finish this tournament. I need to think.”

They resumed the final race. Harry’s death plummet had left him a long way behind Samantha. If they finished in their current positions, Princess Peach would take the trophy. Samantha, however, was cunning enough to play to Harry’s ego. She let him steadily gain on her and then deliberately took the last corner of the circuit wide on the final lap, allowing Mario to sweep ahead and take the tournament cup.

Harry came to a decision as he crossed the finish line. “Okay, deal,” he said, as the victory celebration played. Samantha clapped her hands together, pleased. “Hahaha, thank you so much, Harry! This is going to be brilliant! Oh, I need to borrow some undies from you too, just in case. We can’t have anyone finding girls’ knickers in my locker!”

“Um, okay, I guess. Do you want to come up to my room and get some now? The swim shorts are in the laundry, so you’ll have to pick them up next time you come over.”

They switched off the console and TV, and went upstairs to Harry’s bedroom. “It feels weird giving a girl my underwear,” Harry grinned, kneeling in front of a set of drawers. Samantha leaned over, but he insisted she stand back. She took a step backwards, but crossed her arms. “Really? I’ve seen you bare from the waist down, but you’re embarrassed about me looking in your underwear drawer?”

He was, actually. Harry owned several pairs of cartoonish underpants that he did not want Samantha to see. He still remembered the taunts, from boys and girls alike, that day his football shorts got pulled down in the park. He’d been lucky his cartoon dinosaurs had been forgotten after all the excitement over Theo’s willy.

Besides, Harry wanted to hold on to at least some remnants of his privacy. It might be trivial compared to Samantha having seen his most private parts, but he still wasn’t going to show her his entire underwear collection.

“Here,” he said, handing Samantha a pair of checked boxer shorts. “These are baggy enough that, even if someone sees you in them, they won’t be able to tell that you’re a girl. Mum bought me them but I never wear them.”

Samantha examined the strange garment with interest. “Why not?” she asked. “I don’t like the way my… stuff hangs around loose inside them,” Harry replied sheepishly, causing her to laugh again. “Boys are funny! I can’t wait to tell Asha about all of this!”

Harry slammed the underwear drawer shut and stood up to face Samantha. “What? You promised you wouldn’t tell!” Samantha shook her head. “I never did that. I don’t remember it being in the conditions we agreed.” Harry held up his hand, counting off the final finger. “Okay, FIVE, you can’t tell Asha or any other girls that you saw me naked, or about anything you see in the boys’ changing room.”

“Oh, I’m definitely telling Asha. But look at it this way, Harry, would you rather I told Asha that I only saw YOUR willy, or that I saw LOTS of other willies as well? I think the first would be more embarrassing for you, don’t you?”

Harry groaned. What had he gotten himself into?

The next day, Samantha was back at home. She was sitting outside, reading a book, when she heard the sound of a lawnmower starting up. John, the neighbours’ 16-year-old son, and the lifeguard who had accosted Samantha at the pool, was mowing the grass next door. Samantha put down her book and dragged her outdoor chair over to the fence that separated the Davies’ house from their neighbours. She climbed up on it so she could see over.

“John! Hey, John!” He turned the mower off and saw his young neighbour calling to him from over the fence. A floppy sunhat hid Samantha’s closely-cropped hair and she wore a frilly cardigan. John marvelled at how he could ever have mistaken her for a boy.

“Oh, hey Sam. What can I do for you?” He walked over to the fence. He was shirtless, in preparation for the sweaty work he was about to start. Samantha admired his physique and wondered if Harry’s body would look like that in a few years’ time.

“Are you working at the pool next week?” she asked.

“Yeah, every day,” John said. “Why?”

“I’m going back there with Harry and his friends on Tuesday.”

“Oh. Samantha, I don’t think you want to hang around with those boys. They’re a major pain in the… bum.”

John caught himself, not wanting to swear in front of the young girl. She smiled sweetly at him. “You’ll be there to look out for me though, won’t you? I wanted to tell you I’ll be wearing Harry’s shorts again, and I’ll be going as ‘Sam’. You won’t give me away, will you?”

John was puzzled. “Why?” he asked her simply. Samantha had already decided honesty was the best policy. “So that I can go in their changing room and see their willies, of course!”

John stared at her. She continued to smile innocently back. “Samantha…” he began. “SAM,” she corrected him. “Whatever,” he said. “This isn’t like yesterday, when you had an excuse for not having your own costume. You can’t go around invading other people’s privacy like that!”

“You said yourself that the boys are a pain in the… bum,” Samantha argued. “Don’t you want to see them taken down a peg or two? Imagine their faces when they find out they’ve all been seen naked by a girl!”

John could easily imagine the horror the boys would feel. He’d experienced something similar himself about four years ago, when he was just a little older than they were now.

He had been on a residential trip with the Scouts. Two girls from their troop had hidden inside a cupboard in the boys’ dormitory. As the boys changed into their pyjamas, none of them had been aware of the girls’ presence. It was only when they heard muffled giggling that they investigated. They opened the cupboard door and the intruders came tumbling out, and ran out of the dorm, still laughing. All the boys had their pyjamas on by this point, but they had gone to bed wondering just how much the two girls had seen.

John’s bed had been one of those at the end of the dorm nearest to the cupboard. He had replayed in his mind how he’d faced away from the other boys before getting naked. He couldn’t be sure, but he’d feared he had presented a full-frontal view to a certain item of furniture and anyone who happened to be inside it.

At breakfast the next morning, the girls confirmed the worst. They hadn’t been able to see much of the dorm as they took silent turns peering through the keyhole, but they could see four of the beds, and had seen all four occupants of those beds stripping out of their day clothes and into their nightwear. John had been facing the wrong direction (or the right direction, from their perspective) for long enough that they’d both gotten a clear view of his genitals.

They’d also managed to see the penises of two other boys (one each) and delighted in describing the three sets of private parts to anyone who would listen. John had been mortified and had felt subdued for around a week afterwards.

He thought about the trouble the gang of boys usually caused at the pool, about all the times he’d had to tell them off for some misbehaviour or other, and the backtalk they’d given him. Against his better judgement, he found himself agreeing with Samantha. Being spied on by the female Scouts hadn't done him any permanent harm. It had just been a childish prank. He DID want to burst those boys' bravado. A little naked embarrassment might be just the trick.

“Be very careful,” he warned Samantha. “If you get caught, well, firstly yell for help. But secondly, we never had this conversation.” She cheered, fist pumping the air at his agreement. “I mean it,” John told her sternly. “This had better not come back to bite me. Don’t let them find out you’re a girl until you’re a long way from my pool!” His voice softened and he winked at her. “But please tell me how they react when they do!”

“Deal!” Samantha spat on her hand and held it out. John hesitated a moment, then spat on his own hand and shook Samantha’s. Like Harry had done the day before, John was beginning to wonder what he was getting himself into.

This is really developing into one of the best & well-written stories I've read on here. It is going to be really interesting to see if Sam can pull this off & see the group of trouble making boys naked in the change room.

Really liking the slow burn.
Was hoping for a bit more post-changing between Harry and Sam, but the set up is still going strong.

The innocence is adorable.
Slowly and believably pushing the envelope.
Really looking forward to this unfolding.
You’re great!

I'm happy to see that despite everything, Sam isn't inherently mean - she just wants to see some willies

A great story and I like the slow development of it. I do wonder how Sam is going to avoid removing 'his' shorts when 'he' has a shower as Harry has said that most of them shower naked (hence the reason for Sam's interest). And I am sure the other boys will have a natural curiosity to see what 'he' has underneath 'his' shorts. I think Harry may also find it difficult to not let Harry see his willy again as if he doesn't take his shorts off then his mates will think that there is something strange.
I can't wait to see how you develop this story.