Date:          July 2005
Title:         The Ladies' Locker Room
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2005. All rights reserved.

Summary:       Unknowingly, I got caught in the ladies locker room while 
               taking a shower.

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The Ladies' Locker Room


I opened the door of the locker room and went unsuspectingly inside. The 
lights were out, sealing the place in total darkness. Shivering and with 
chattering teeth I searched for the light switch, but couldn't find any. 
Then the lights automatically flipped on and I found myself alone in the 
center of the room.
     "Damn energy savers," I growled, and made a defiant gesture towards 
the motion detector on the ceiling.
     I took another look. The room was absolutely quiet. Nobody around. I 
sat down on one of the wooden benches, and pulled of my swimming trunks.
     It was at that moment that a woman and her little boy entered the 
room. Noticing me, her mouth opened in a small `o` of surprise. I could 
feel her eyes exploring my body, and I wondered what she must be thinking. 
On the other hand, a mom taking their son into the men's locker room could 
expect to see a naked man. Usually mothers brought their little boys into 
the ladies' locker room with them to change, because Mom is uncomfortable 
being in the men's locker room. But apparently this mother wasn't.
     Still somewhat nervous about my nudity, she started to undress. As her 
clothes piled up on the floor, I saw the top of her grey swimsuit, clinging 
to a pair of medium sized breasts. She must have felt pretty smart, since 
she had her suit under her clothes. A minute later she left the room, 
giving me a `why don't you put on some clothes` look. I suppressed a 
playful grin, and headed for the shower area.

The hot water of the shower felt good on my body. I enjoyed it very much, 
but just after I'd lathered myself with the soap I heard female voices and 
girlish titter. I first figured out that it were just some girls walking 
past on their way to the pool, and thought nothing of it. But then the 
giggles came close, very close. The bunch of college girls must be 
undressing just a few feet away from me!
     My first panicked reaction was to look around frantically to see if 
they'd caught me already. Having made an enormous blunder, I felt myself 
turning red with embarrassment, and tried to hide in the steam created by 
the hot shower. How stupid could I have been to walk into the ladies' 
locker room? My mind was spinning, what should I do? I could just imagine 
the screams and horror stricken faces of those teenage girls. But 
fortunately they left as loud as they had arrived. Lucky me!
     I quickly began to rinse off, thinking what a fool I was. Then I 
hurried out of the shower. No sign of anyone. I dried myself off as fast as 
I could. I had to get out of here before things really got bad.

The sound of my wet feet on the floor tiles suddenly stopped. My mouth 
dropped open, as I froze in place. I dropped my towel to cover myself, but 
I was too late. Greeted by a chorus of ear shattering screams I got caught. 
My lungs felt leaden, my eyes burned, and my throat felt too tight to say a 
word. I scanned a small group of junior high school girls. They were 
half-undressed and responded differently to my nude appearance. Some seemed 
shocked, while others pointed viscously at my pale winter body as gales of 
titanic laughter escaped their lips. I was so embarrassed. This could not 
be happening! It must be just another bad dream, a silly fantasy that my 
errant mind had conjured up. Was it, or wasn't it?

"Get yourself dressed, you pervert," my younger sister said with disgust as 
she entered the living room. " My friends are not interested in your little 
willy."
     I woke up with a start, and found myself butt naked on the couch. 
After shaking my head for a moment, I realized I must have fallen asleep in 
all my nakedness.
     "Now get off your lazy ass and go upstairs," she berated me, and threw 
me a towel.
     My sister stomped forward, sending me a death-ray glare. I finally got 
the message and covered up my genitals. Only just in time, because at that 
moment her teenage friends came in. And accompanied by an enchanting flood 
of giggles I managed to dance away, making the best of the situation. Lucky 
me!



The End



----- This work is copyright (C) Jeroen Verbeek, 2005, all rights reserved -----