Girls in the Boys Locker Room_New 10/20
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2025 2:08 pm
Summary of posts in this thread:
Incident 1: Both Hands
Locker Room Diagram and Description
Incident 2: The Jersey
Incident 3: Coming Soon
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As I shared on the other board, when I was a high school freshman (age 14-15), I was on a sports team at our public high school. It was a mostly white middle class suburb in the Midwest United States. I was a relatively shy kid at that age, and I hadn't started dating at all yet. Certainly, no girl my age had ever seen me naked.
For our team, there were two girls, Lisa and Madison, who were "managers" of the team. They were involved in keeping stats and other activities.
Part of their job—as crazy as it sounds—was to hand out towels to us when we came out of the shower. I later learned that having female “managers” in the boys’ locker room used to be fairly common decades ago—like one of those bygone customs you hear about, from the era when men swam nude while women wore full swimsuits. But that was ancient history, and most schools had long since stopped doing it for obvious privacy reasons. At our school, though, even in this supposedly "modern" decade, it was still very much a real thing.
For the most part, Lisa and Madison kept the appearance that they were just doing their job.
Of course, there were times when I'm pretty sure I saw them quietly sneaking a peek. But there were other times when they were more overtly looking. For example, sometimes they would quietly position themselves where they could stare at us in various states of undress—including fully naked.
Other times, they would go so far as to manipulate a situation so we'd be exposed more openly—and for longer periods of time.
And maybe the most brazen of all, I came to realize—first hand—that they would sometimes intentionally create circumstances where just one of us players would be alone with the two of them in the locker room. And when that happened, they could basically do whatever they wanted.
In this thread, I'll try to share some of those experiences as best as I remember them.
* * * * *
The first experience I will share is the first time it happened to me. I've thought about this so many times over the years that fact starts to blend with fiction. But I'll try to recreate the scene as accurately as I can remember.
One day after practice had just finished, we were all about to head in. But Madison came over to me and asked if I could help her move some equipment. She was very nice about it; almost apologetic. She said it would just take about 20 minutes, but she'd really appreciate the help.
Madison seemed nice enough. I didn't know her all that well, but she seemed fine. She was generally pretty. Not a knock-out by any stretch, but she was very cute with a round face, long brown hair, and brown eyes. She had a nice smile. It's not like I had a crush on her or anything like that, but I certainly found her attractive enough. So, as just about any boy that age, when a pretty girl asks you to do something, you generally do it.
We moved some equipment from the field into the storage area, and she was right. It took about 20-25 minutes.
I went to the locker room, and she stayed behind to lock things up.
By the time I got to the locker room, most of the other guys had showered and were heading out. It had been a hot practice, and I was looking forward to showering, getting changed, and going home.
It was quiet in the locker room, as I was the only guy left by this point. I didn't think anything was strange. I got undressed, locked my locker, headed over to the shower, turned on the water, and washed my hair and my body. Then I turned off the water.
At that point, I turned around like normal. I'd been in the habit of cupping my hands over my privates because I was so used to the girls being there, and I wanted to protect my modesty. Most of the guys did that, and it wasn't a big deal. And even though it was late today, and I figured Lisa and Madison would be long gone, I still cupped my hands, just out of habit.
I walked out of the shower and around the L-shaped cinderblock wall, and all of a sudden, I saw them. Lisa and Madison were both still there, standing right by the towel rack.
They didn't have their usual friendly smiles this time, though. They were kind of more straight faced. Madison held out a towel for me to take it. I reached out with one hand, keeping the other hand cupped over my privates, like usual. But just as I reached for the towel, she yanked it away, just a couple inches. Like a bully teasing a younger kid with a ball on the elementary school playground.
I tried to play it off like a joke, so I reached further, and she yanked it away even higher.
By now, I noticed that Lisa had moved behind me and was looking at me from the back. I was pretty self-conscious about that, knowing that Lisa could see me naked from behind, but there wasn't much I could do. Meanwhile, Madison was in front of me, playing a very subtle game of keep-away with my towel. I started to get a little nervous, but I didn't want to show it.
Also, due to the nervousness, with my blood rushing, it started rushing to down there, and things started enlarging. This added another layer of embarrassment, especially since I was now cupping with only one hand, and I didn't know how well I'd be able to conceal everything in that "state" with just one hand.
Still not really reacting, I reached one more time for the towel. And one more time, Madison pulled it away, holding it high above her head. I was probably about five inches taller than her; maybe even more. But still, with the towel above her head, and her arm stretched all the way up, I'd need to actually reach for it if I wanted it. And with this smirky smile on her face, I realized that's exactly what she wanted me to do.
So I reached my one hand way out for it, and she pulled it back, like just an inch, and she smirked at me and said, "Both hands."
I didn't say anything, but I was like, What the hell?
Then she seemed to take great pleasure in slowly clarifying, "You want the towel? Take it with both hands."
Then she just watched to see what I would do. I'll never forget that look on her face. It was commanding and smug, but with a little hint of a smile that said, "You're going to do whatever the hell I want from now on."
I was starting to get red—mostly from embarrassment, but also from anger and shame. I turned and saw Lisa, with the same satisfied smirk on her face. She was no longer directly behind me, but she had moved to my side. My body started to get hot from the feeling of being subjugated by these two girls.
I waited several seconds, but I saw they weren't budging, and there was nothing clever I could come up with to say to get out of the situation.
So I felt like I had no choice. I reached out both my hands, exposing my semi. Immediately, I was aware of two sets of eyes directly looking at my privates. I remember their faces like it was yesterday, I've replayed it so much in my mind.
Lisa's face was cold. Like she didn't even care about looking at what I had. She simply wanted to see me humiliated like this. Her eyes, at least to me, made it look like she wanted me to know that she was more powerful than me, and that she could see me naked whenever she wanted to. I've never seen anyone else look at me like that. Even in the moment, it made my blood boil with feelings of weakness and powerlessness, and a sense that she could do whatever she wanted to me.
Madison's face, on the other hand, told a different story. She was the "sweeter" and "cuter" of the two. She seemed to be enjoying the actual looking at me naked more than Lisa. Like she was enjoying taking something that was so private to me, and just casually looking me up and down and having a good laugh on the inside. Like I was some sort of prop for her physical entertainment.
Through it, Madison's eyes were still sweet, but her overall expression was more like, "Look at you. All naked for me." And I couldn't help but feel like she had some thoughts of superiority. Not that she said this out loud, of course, but it was like she was thinking, "I get to see you naked and I know all your secrets, but you'll never see me naked, and you'll always be beneath me."
In a lot of ways, Madison's reaction was harder for me to process than Lisa's. Plus, Lisa was a senior. She'd be gone in a few months and I'd never have to see her again. But Madison was in my grade. We'd have classes and activities together for three more years, and that whole time, she would have this over me. I didn't know if she'd bring it up and tease me about it, or never speak of it again. But either way, every time we saw each other for the next three years, we'd both remember. That was maybe the worst part of it. It wasn't some event that would just be over today, but every time I'd see Madison, I'd be forced to relive the humiliation all over again. And with her smile, I could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that she was getting off on it. It really burned me up.
The crazy thing is, I couldn't have been uncovered for more than about five seconds—maybe even less—from the time I uncupped to grab the towel until I wrapped it around my waist. But those five seconds were the slowest, most intense, and humiliating five seconds of my life.
Once I had the towel wrapped around me, I walked back to my locker as fast as I could, still semi-hard, and with a hot burning sensation all over my entire body.
I kind of expected to hear them laughing or teasing me as I walked away, but there was just silence. And somehow, that was worse.
I got dressed, locked up, and headed out of the locker room. When I came out, the two of them were sitting on a bench in the hallway, looking at a clipboard, going over the schedule. Again, I was expecting some kind of smirk or comment as I walked by. But they didn't even look up at me. It was like I didn't exist. Like they stole my nakedness from me and they didn't even care. A moment that was so personal, so invasive, and so humiliating to me... but it meant absolutely nothing to them other than a cheap thrill. I hated them both for that.
Needless to say, I think you know the first thing I did when I got home.
Thanks for reading. Would love to hear your comments and thoughts. As I have the time, I'll try to write up some of the other things I remember Madison and Lisa doing.
Incident 1: Both Hands
Locker Room Diagram and Description
Incident 2: The Jersey
Incident 3: Coming Soon
* * * * *
As I shared on the other board, when I was a high school freshman (age 14-15), I was on a sports team at our public high school. It was a mostly white middle class suburb in the Midwest United States. I was a relatively shy kid at that age, and I hadn't started dating at all yet. Certainly, no girl my age had ever seen me naked.
For our team, there were two girls, Lisa and Madison, who were "managers" of the team. They were involved in keeping stats and other activities.
Part of their job—as crazy as it sounds—was to hand out towels to us when we came out of the shower. I later learned that having female “managers” in the boys’ locker room used to be fairly common decades ago—like one of those bygone customs you hear about, from the era when men swam nude while women wore full swimsuits. But that was ancient history, and most schools had long since stopped doing it for obvious privacy reasons. At our school, though, even in this supposedly "modern" decade, it was still very much a real thing.
For the most part, Lisa and Madison kept the appearance that they were just doing their job.
Of course, there were times when I'm pretty sure I saw them quietly sneaking a peek. But there were other times when they were more overtly looking. For example, sometimes they would quietly position themselves where they could stare at us in various states of undress—including fully naked.
Other times, they would go so far as to manipulate a situation so we'd be exposed more openly—and for longer periods of time.
And maybe the most brazen of all, I came to realize—first hand—that they would sometimes intentionally create circumstances where just one of us players would be alone with the two of them in the locker room. And when that happened, they could basically do whatever they wanted.
In this thread, I'll try to share some of those experiences as best as I remember them.
* * * * *
The first experience I will share is the first time it happened to me. I've thought about this so many times over the years that fact starts to blend with fiction. But I'll try to recreate the scene as accurately as I can remember.
One day after practice had just finished, we were all about to head in. But Madison came over to me and asked if I could help her move some equipment. She was very nice about it; almost apologetic. She said it would just take about 20 minutes, but she'd really appreciate the help.
Madison seemed nice enough. I didn't know her all that well, but she seemed fine. She was generally pretty. Not a knock-out by any stretch, but she was very cute with a round face, long brown hair, and brown eyes. She had a nice smile. It's not like I had a crush on her or anything like that, but I certainly found her attractive enough. So, as just about any boy that age, when a pretty girl asks you to do something, you generally do it.
We moved some equipment from the field into the storage area, and she was right. It took about 20-25 minutes.
I went to the locker room, and she stayed behind to lock things up.
By the time I got to the locker room, most of the other guys had showered and were heading out. It had been a hot practice, and I was looking forward to showering, getting changed, and going home.
It was quiet in the locker room, as I was the only guy left by this point. I didn't think anything was strange. I got undressed, locked my locker, headed over to the shower, turned on the water, and washed my hair and my body. Then I turned off the water.
At that point, I turned around like normal. I'd been in the habit of cupping my hands over my privates because I was so used to the girls being there, and I wanted to protect my modesty. Most of the guys did that, and it wasn't a big deal. And even though it was late today, and I figured Lisa and Madison would be long gone, I still cupped my hands, just out of habit.
I walked out of the shower and around the L-shaped cinderblock wall, and all of a sudden, I saw them. Lisa and Madison were both still there, standing right by the towel rack.
They didn't have their usual friendly smiles this time, though. They were kind of more straight faced. Madison held out a towel for me to take it. I reached out with one hand, keeping the other hand cupped over my privates, like usual. But just as I reached for the towel, she yanked it away, just a couple inches. Like a bully teasing a younger kid with a ball on the elementary school playground.
I tried to play it off like a joke, so I reached further, and she yanked it away even higher.
By now, I noticed that Lisa had moved behind me and was looking at me from the back. I was pretty self-conscious about that, knowing that Lisa could see me naked from behind, but there wasn't much I could do. Meanwhile, Madison was in front of me, playing a very subtle game of keep-away with my towel. I started to get a little nervous, but I didn't want to show it.
Also, due to the nervousness, with my blood rushing, it started rushing to down there, and things started enlarging. This added another layer of embarrassment, especially since I was now cupping with only one hand, and I didn't know how well I'd be able to conceal everything in that "state" with just one hand.
Still not really reacting, I reached one more time for the towel. And one more time, Madison pulled it away, holding it high above her head. I was probably about five inches taller than her; maybe even more. But still, with the towel above her head, and her arm stretched all the way up, I'd need to actually reach for it if I wanted it. And with this smirky smile on her face, I realized that's exactly what she wanted me to do.
So I reached my one hand way out for it, and she pulled it back, like just an inch, and she smirked at me and said, "Both hands."
I didn't say anything, but I was like, What the hell?
Then she seemed to take great pleasure in slowly clarifying, "You want the towel? Take it with both hands."
Then she just watched to see what I would do. I'll never forget that look on her face. It was commanding and smug, but with a little hint of a smile that said, "You're going to do whatever the hell I want from now on."
I was starting to get red—mostly from embarrassment, but also from anger and shame. I turned and saw Lisa, with the same satisfied smirk on her face. She was no longer directly behind me, but she had moved to my side. My body started to get hot from the feeling of being subjugated by these two girls.
I waited several seconds, but I saw they weren't budging, and there was nothing clever I could come up with to say to get out of the situation.
So I felt like I had no choice. I reached out both my hands, exposing my semi. Immediately, I was aware of two sets of eyes directly looking at my privates. I remember their faces like it was yesterday, I've replayed it so much in my mind.
Lisa's face was cold. Like she didn't even care about looking at what I had. She simply wanted to see me humiliated like this. Her eyes, at least to me, made it look like she wanted me to know that she was more powerful than me, and that she could see me naked whenever she wanted to. I've never seen anyone else look at me like that. Even in the moment, it made my blood boil with feelings of weakness and powerlessness, and a sense that she could do whatever she wanted to me.
Madison's face, on the other hand, told a different story. She was the "sweeter" and "cuter" of the two. She seemed to be enjoying the actual looking at me naked more than Lisa. Like she was enjoying taking something that was so private to me, and just casually looking me up and down and having a good laugh on the inside. Like I was some sort of prop for her physical entertainment.
Through it, Madison's eyes were still sweet, but her overall expression was more like, "Look at you. All naked for me." And I couldn't help but feel like she had some thoughts of superiority. Not that she said this out loud, of course, but it was like she was thinking, "I get to see you naked and I know all your secrets, but you'll never see me naked, and you'll always be beneath me."
In a lot of ways, Madison's reaction was harder for me to process than Lisa's. Plus, Lisa was a senior. She'd be gone in a few months and I'd never have to see her again. But Madison was in my grade. We'd have classes and activities together for three more years, and that whole time, she would have this over me. I didn't know if she'd bring it up and tease me about it, or never speak of it again. But either way, every time we saw each other for the next three years, we'd both remember. That was maybe the worst part of it. It wasn't some event that would just be over today, but every time I'd see Madison, I'd be forced to relive the humiliation all over again. And with her smile, I could tell that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that she was getting off on it. It really burned me up.
The crazy thing is, I couldn't have been uncovered for more than about five seconds—maybe even less—from the time I uncupped to grab the towel until I wrapped it around my waist. But those five seconds were the slowest, most intense, and humiliating five seconds of my life.
Once I had the towel wrapped around me, I walked back to my locker as fast as I could, still semi-hard, and with a hot burning sensation all over my entire body.
I kind of expected to hear them laughing or teasing me as I walked away, but there was just silence. And somehow, that was worse.
I got dressed, locked up, and headed out of the locker room. When I came out, the two of them were sitting on a bench in the hallway, looking at a clipboard, going over the schedule. Again, I was expecting some kind of smirk or comment as I walked by. But they didn't even look up at me. It was like I didn't exist. Like they stole my nakedness from me and they didn't even care. A moment that was so personal, so invasive, and so humiliating to me... but it meant absolutely nothing to them other than a cheap thrill. I hated them both for that.
Needless to say, I think you know the first thing I did when I got home.
Thanks for reading. Would love to hear your comments and thoughts. As I have the time, I'll try to write up some of the other things I remember Madison and Lisa doing.
