My True Story Thread
Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2026 4:25 pm
Hi. I have only recently found this board and have been on here reading true and fictional stories. Lots of good stories and writers exist here. I have been reading on the old Nialos and Forced Nudity Story Archive for several years and an author posted a link to this site, which I am glad that I followed.
To start off with, I am into enm, cfnm, spanking and sph type stories. I was not born this way. I had a pretty normal childhood growing up in the 1970's and 1980's, but lots of things and events led to what I am interested in.
A little description of me as a kid from ages 5 to 12. I was a white kid born in a small Midwestern city in the United States. I had blond hair, almost white until age 8, then it got darker blond. By the time I was 14 it was more brown like most kids who were blonde at one time. I also have blue eyes with gray flecks. I was tall, but never the tallest in my class. I was usually the fourth or fifth tallest boy until puberty started hitting the early developers at ages 11 and 12. During that time there were about ten boys and girls who were taller than me. I did not really start puberty until the summer between ages 14 and 15. I was athletic and into sports, mostly baseball and swimming in the summer, and basketball in the winter. I was not skinny or chubby. I was just kind of average, but on the thin side from always being active. My friends and I played outside all day and went to the public pool as much as we could in the summer, so I would tan nicely except for where my shorts covered me. The older ladies on my paper route used to tell me I had nice legs and was cute. (The dirty old bags...lol)
Midwestern attitudes towards nudity were a contradiction in the 1970's. The small city I grew up in had a YMCA where boys swam naked in the pool all the way until 1975. The public high schools offered swimming class as a course and boys had to wear speedo style swim suits into the 1980's. (My neighbor went to public school and hated having to wear the speedo). At the local public pool, it would not be uncommon to see a mom come into the boys locker room to help a boy get dressed or gather his stuff while other boys were changing during the morning swim lessons. The showers and locker rooms were all open. No stalls or curtains. Just hooks on the walls and benches to sit on. At the Pediatrician's Office that my mom took us to, it was the practice that you got undressed down to your underwear in the exam room and then would be marched back out into the hall and down to the nurse's station to get weighed, height measured, and take the eye test. It would be common to see a boy or girl walking from the exam room in just their briefs or panties. I do not remember seeing many girls in bras, so maybe they gave developing girls more privacy. I know boys kept going to the station. I was 15 at my last physical there and had to make that embarrassing walk in front of some moms and their kids.
Going to bed in warm weather meant wearing underwear (briefs) as pj's, and that is all I would wear. Almost all the boys I knew wore tighty-whities. Some boys like myself had Underoos or the two colored briefs from JC Penney. I would watch Saturday morning cartoons in just my underwear until it was time to put on some shorts and go outside to play. (Loved watching the Superfriends cartoon in my Aquaman briefs.) But to be seen outside in your underwear or have some of your underwear showing was embarrassing. The rhyme "I see London, I see France, I see Johnny's underpants," was something that was embarrassing to hear as a kid.
Growing up in a Catholic-church going family, I learned from the Adam and Eve story that being naked was a bad thing, but if I was in the bath tub at home it was ok to be naked and share the tub with my brother, who I shared the bath with until he was 9 and I was 5. We also shared going to the bathroom together. We were crossing streams with each other as we peed way before the Ghost Busters scene. I do remember my brother telling me I should not play with my balls in the tub, because one of his friends did and the ball went up into his body and he had to go to the doctor. (That story did not stop me...lol). After my brother was allowed to shower by himself, I had to share the tub with my little sister until I was 9 and she was 5. It was not so bad when she was a baby and I was only 5, but I can remember not being happy about having to share with my little sister as I and she got older. I really do not remember much about my mom washing me. It was never erotic. I remember when I was old enough to wash myself, that she would remind me to pull back the ring of skin I had under my glans from my circumcision to wash under it and make sure it was clean. Again, I was a white boy from the Midwest born in 1969. I was circumcised like almost every other boy born in that region. To be uncut, was to be different I learned when I was 14.
So being naked in the bath in front of family is ok, as is wearing just your underwear around the house, but in public it was not good and it was embarrassing. The few times I was spanked, it was over the knee with my pants and underpants pulled down and then corner time to think about what I did with my pants still down around my ankles. Nakedness gets equated with punishment, embarrassment, and being bad. By the time I was 10, I was asking and then begging my mom to let me take a shower by myself like my older sister and brother. I was embarrassed to have to share the bath with my 5 year old sister and have her see me naked and have mom come in and check on us to make sure we were clean and had washed everywhere. I knew some of my friends took showers at home, and I wanted to be like them. I never told anyone I was still bathing with my sister and my mom checked on us. I was given some privacy finally at age 10 and started showering on my own. I still wore my briefs around the house in warm weather and thought nothing of it. My mom had a rule about me not sleeping over at other friends' houses. I had no idea about what other boys wore around the house before bed. I also did not have a good idea about how other boys my age looked naked. I knew how I looked, and how my brother looked until he was age 9. At the age when many boys do some sharing, I was left in the dark. I was so into sports and reading I did not know that my penis could be used for something other than peeing. I never saw pornography until I was 15. The most I got to see was the underwear ads in the Sears or JC Penney Catalogues or the ads in the Sunday papers.
When I was 11, my mom invited a group of woman from church to our house one evening. It was during the winter so I was wearing a pair of my NFL pajamas before bed. In 1980 boys did not wear underpants under their pajamas like I see some boys do today. My dad told me to go tell me mom good night before I went to bed. I went into the room and looked for my mom. Before I got to her, one of my classmate's moms, Mrs. N, called me over to her and some ladies she was talking to. They were all sitting on folding chairs and Mrs. N introduced me to the women who I did not know and then told me to sit on the floor while she told the other women some story about me and her daughter from school. During her story, my mom came over and looked down at me and said I should be getting to bed. I said good night and left. The next morning I came to breakfast dressed for school and sat down next to my little sister. My mom told me how embarrassed I made her last night. I did not understand what she was talking about and she explained to me that while I was sitting, Mrs. N was looking down the at the fly in pj's. Because I was sitting with my legs crisscrossed, the fly had stretched open and Mrs. N could see my "little peepee" (my mom's actual words). Now I was embarrassed. My little sister made it worse by singing "Johnny showed his little peepee" a few times before my mom told her to hush. When my mom left the room, my sister went right back to singing her new favorite song. It took her a few days to forget it. I remembered it though.
This was my start down the path to where I am today. I had several other incidents along the way. Between ages 12 and 14 it seemed everyone was trying to see me naked or in my underwear. This post has gotten pretty long so I will add the other stories to it later. I also have many ideas for fictional stories. I am going to try to not fictionalize my true stories. I am in my 50's now and looking back I tend to elaborate. I was tempted to add dialogue between my mom and I, but I really do not remember the actual conversation, but I do remember my mom saying "little peepee" and my sister's song. Something like that a boy does not forget.
To start off with, I am into enm, cfnm, spanking and sph type stories. I was not born this way. I had a pretty normal childhood growing up in the 1970's and 1980's, but lots of things and events led to what I am interested in.
A little description of me as a kid from ages 5 to 12. I was a white kid born in a small Midwestern city in the United States. I had blond hair, almost white until age 8, then it got darker blond. By the time I was 14 it was more brown like most kids who were blonde at one time. I also have blue eyes with gray flecks. I was tall, but never the tallest in my class. I was usually the fourth or fifth tallest boy until puberty started hitting the early developers at ages 11 and 12. During that time there were about ten boys and girls who were taller than me. I did not really start puberty until the summer between ages 14 and 15. I was athletic and into sports, mostly baseball and swimming in the summer, and basketball in the winter. I was not skinny or chubby. I was just kind of average, but on the thin side from always being active. My friends and I played outside all day and went to the public pool as much as we could in the summer, so I would tan nicely except for where my shorts covered me. The older ladies on my paper route used to tell me I had nice legs and was cute. (The dirty old bags...lol)
Midwestern attitudes towards nudity were a contradiction in the 1970's. The small city I grew up in had a YMCA where boys swam naked in the pool all the way until 1975. The public high schools offered swimming class as a course and boys had to wear speedo style swim suits into the 1980's. (My neighbor went to public school and hated having to wear the speedo). At the local public pool, it would not be uncommon to see a mom come into the boys locker room to help a boy get dressed or gather his stuff while other boys were changing during the morning swim lessons. The showers and locker rooms were all open. No stalls or curtains. Just hooks on the walls and benches to sit on. At the Pediatrician's Office that my mom took us to, it was the practice that you got undressed down to your underwear in the exam room and then would be marched back out into the hall and down to the nurse's station to get weighed, height measured, and take the eye test. It would be common to see a boy or girl walking from the exam room in just their briefs or panties. I do not remember seeing many girls in bras, so maybe they gave developing girls more privacy. I know boys kept going to the station. I was 15 at my last physical there and had to make that embarrassing walk in front of some moms and their kids.
Going to bed in warm weather meant wearing underwear (briefs) as pj's, and that is all I would wear. Almost all the boys I knew wore tighty-whities. Some boys like myself had Underoos or the two colored briefs from JC Penney. I would watch Saturday morning cartoons in just my underwear until it was time to put on some shorts and go outside to play. (Loved watching the Superfriends cartoon in my Aquaman briefs.) But to be seen outside in your underwear or have some of your underwear showing was embarrassing. The rhyme "I see London, I see France, I see Johnny's underpants," was something that was embarrassing to hear as a kid.
Growing up in a Catholic-church going family, I learned from the Adam and Eve story that being naked was a bad thing, but if I was in the bath tub at home it was ok to be naked and share the tub with my brother, who I shared the bath with until he was 9 and I was 5. We also shared going to the bathroom together. We were crossing streams with each other as we peed way before the Ghost Busters scene. I do remember my brother telling me I should not play with my balls in the tub, because one of his friends did and the ball went up into his body and he had to go to the doctor. (That story did not stop me...lol). After my brother was allowed to shower by himself, I had to share the tub with my little sister until I was 9 and she was 5. It was not so bad when she was a baby and I was only 5, but I can remember not being happy about having to share with my little sister as I and she got older. I really do not remember much about my mom washing me. It was never erotic. I remember when I was old enough to wash myself, that she would remind me to pull back the ring of skin I had under my glans from my circumcision to wash under it and make sure it was clean. Again, I was a white boy from the Midwest born in 1969. I was circumcised like almost every other boy born in that region. To be uncut, was to be different I learned when I was 14.
So being naked in the bath in front of family is ok, as is wearing just your underwear around the house, but in public it was not good and it was embarrassing. The few times I was spanked, it was over the knee with my pants and underpants pulled down and then corner time to think about what I did with my pants still down around my ankles. Nakedness gets equated with punishment, embarrassment, and being bad. By the time I was 10, I was asking and then begging my mom to let me take a shower by myself like my older sister and brother. I was embarrassed to have to share the bath with my 5 year old sister and have her see me naked and have mom come in and check on us to make sure we were clean and had washed everywhere. I knew some of my friends took showers at home, and I wanted to be like them. I never told anyone I was still bathing with my sister and my mom checked on us. I was given some privacy finally at age 10 and started showering on my own. I still wore my briefs around the house in warm weather and thought nothing of it. My mom had a rule about me not sleeping over at other friends' houses. I had no idea about what other boys wore around the house before bed. I also did not have a good idea about how other boys my age looked naked. I knew how I looked, and how my brother looked until he was age 9. At the age when many boys do some sharing, I was left in the dark. I was so into sports and reading I did not know that my penis could be used for something other than peeing. I never saw pornography until I was 15. The most I got to see was the underwear ads in the Sears or JC Penney Catalogues or the ads in the Sunday papers.
When I was 11, my mom invited a group of woman from church to our house one evening. It was during the winter so I was wearing a pair of my NFL pajamas before bed. In 1980 boys did not wear underpants under their pajamas like I see some boys do today. My dad told me to go tell me mom good night before I went to bed. I went into the room and looked for my mom. Before I got to her, one of my classmate's moms, Mrs. N, called me over to her and some ladies she was talking to. They were all sitting on folding chairs and Mrs. N introduced me to the women who I did not know and then told me to sit on the floor while she told the other women some story about me and her daughter from school. During her story, my mom came over and looked down at me and said I should be getting to bed. I said good night and left. The next morning I came to breakfast dressed for school and sat down next to my little sister. My mom told me how embarrassed I made her last night. I did not understand what she was talking about and she explained to me that while I was sitting, Mrs. N was looking down the at the fly in pj's. Because I was sitting with my legs crisscrossed, the fly had stretched open and Mrs. N could see my "little peepee" (my mom's actual words). Now I was embarrassed. My little sister made it worse by singing "Johnny showed his little peepee" a few times before my mom told her to hush. When my mom left the room, my sister went right back to singing her new favorite song. It took her a few days to forget it. I remembered it though.
This was my start down the path to where I am today. I had several other incidents along the way. Between ages 12 and 14 it seemed everyone was trying to see me naked or in my underwear. This post has gotten pretty long so I will add the other stories to it later. I also have many ideas for fictional stories. I am going to try to not fictionalize my true stories. I am in my 50's now and looking back I tend to elaborate. I was tempted to add dialogue between my mom and I, but I really do not remember the actual conversation, but I do remember my mom saying "little peepee" and my sister's song. Something like that a boy does not forget.
