There are going to be some echoes of my first “changing cubicle” story here. I’m reusing some of the early ideas I had for that, which I ended up rejecting because they just didn’t fit with the way it developed. This new story hopefully has enough differences to be worthwhile, and has also been inspired by several threads that have been discussed recently in the “Your True Stories” forum.One big difference between this and my other stories is that most of the main characters are younger (age 10/11), for reasons which will quickly become obvious. I’m aiming for something more light-hearted and innocent, so the embarrassment is going to be limited to simple naked exposure in front of others. I’m telling you this now, so you know not to expect anything more!
A short teaser for now - more to follow...
Prologue – Lifeguard duty
John sat on his elevated chair, surveying the swimming pool. The 16-year-old lifeguard enjoyed his job, getting to watch all the hot girls and young ladies cavorting around in their swimwear. He had a girlfriend (she was hot too), but he told himself there was no harm in looking. He had to watch for danger, after all.
The pool wasn’t full entirely of female eye candy, of course. There were men swimming too, and older, less attractive women, and kids. It was the school holidays, and there were a lot of families making use of the facility.
John saw a woman in her 30s enter the pool from the ladies’ changing room. She was dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit and had two boys in tow behind her. The boys were wearing board shorts and looked about age 10 or thereabouts.
John frowned. The pool had a strict rule against children over age 8 using the opposite sex changing room. Tom, the pool manager, had told all the staff to enforce it, ever since a male customer had complained of being made to feel uncomfortable when another man had brought his 10-year-old daughter into the male changing room while he had been naked.
These boys looked about the same age. John recognised one of them. He was of medium build and had an impish face topped with floppy, mousey-brown hair. This was Harry, part of a gang of kids who turned up at the pool regularly and were a frequent thorn in John’s side. They were noisy and boisterous, with little regard for the rules against running or bombing into the pool, and often disturbing the other swimmers. Fortunately, the rest of his group didn’t seem to be here today.
The woman was clearly Harry’s mother, John could see the resemblance, but the other boy didn’t seem to be related to them. He looked familiar to John too, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen him before. Slighter in build than Harry, the yellow shorts he wore would’ve slid off his hips if they hadn’t been tied tight. His dark hair was spiky and very short. John was certain he’d seen his face before. A lot of kids came to the pool, but John didn’t think that was it.
Ah well, it didn’t matter. He resolved to have a quiet word with the woman at a convenient moment, but it slipped his mind as he found himself distracted by a group of teenage girls in rather small bikinis. He thought nothing more about the two boys until he saw one of them put his hands flat on the side of the pool. The boy, the one John recognised as Harry, hauled himself out and began to walk away.
“Wait, where are you going, Harry?” asked the other boy, the familiar one with the spiky hair. Harry stopped, grinned and ran back to the poolside. “To land on your face!” he shouted, tucking his legs up as he leapt into the pool and bombing into the water with a splash, before John could stop him. The lifeguard blew his whistle and looked angrily at the boy.
Harry ignored him and climbed out the pool again. “No seriously,” he said. “I need to go pee. I’ll be back in a minute.” “In the men’s room?” asked the other boy. “Yeah,” Harry replied. “Mum only makes me change with her. She lets me use the toilet by myself.” He said this with a touch of sarcasm.
“I’m coming with you,” said the other boy, climbing out after him. “What?” Harry asked. “No Sam, that’s weird. Only girls go to the toilet together.” Sam shook his head and followed anyway. “I’m coming with you,” he repeated.
John, still watching the pair, had heard this conversation. Suddenly he realised where he knew the second kid from, and why he hadn’t recognised them before. He climbed down from his lifeguard chair and intercepted the pair as they were about to enter the male changing room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Harry looked puzzled at being asked. Sure, the lifeguard often told him off for what he was doing, but going for a pee? Sam answered for him. “Er, to the toilet?” he said. Harry nodded, clutching at his penis through his board shorts with some urgency, as if he couldn’t hold it in much longer. “I need to pee,” he confirmed, rather unnecessarily.
John pointed to Harry. “You’re fine,” he said. Then he pointed at Sam and said, matter-of-factly, “You, on the other hand, can’t go in there. No girls allowed in the men’s changing room. And by the way, why exactly are you wearing boys’ swimming shorts, Samantha?”
To be continued…
