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I guess this is kind of like voyeurism, but I spent a year in China and lived across from the freshman girl's dormitory. There were six girls in a room, and I was on the fourth floor of my building (the top floor). I was one of only two people on that floor, and the other person wasn't there fulltime, so very often it was just myself and no one else. In the winter, it got dark really early and the girls would come home and change with the windows open, all the time. I must have seen 20-30 different freshmen Chinese girls topless or fully naked in their rooms that semester. Then later I'd "come home" and turn the lights on and have the blinds about 75% closed. I'd spend the entire night naked, walking around, talking on the phone, etc. After about a week, one time I heard a girl scream, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that all six girls had huddled around the window. They clearly were looking at me, giggling. I set up a camera to record their reactions and did this for about four months. There were only about four rooms that had good looks into mine, but I'd often leave the window open enough so they could all see in and spend the evening completely naked. I saw some of them on campus and they'd always smirk at me or smile, and I pretended I was completely unaware that they were spying on me.

That 3-6 month period feels like a dream - how surreal that was. Had so many other opportunities in that area (at the pool, as well, for example - perfectly easy for the girls to see right into the men's dressing room, and a bunch of the girls had swim class at a certain time that I'd go swimming during - in my half-see-through speedo - and would get tons of girls peeping me naked in the locker room).

Fantastic stuff.

Did you ever sport a full on erection for them or masturbate to completion for their amusement?

No.

I had many experiences during my late teen/early adult years where I was regularly seen changing. Mainly this was whilst playing sport. There was always a physio present with our team and because players often needed massages and strapping before games, the physio would be in the changing room with us.
We were a local football team, and although the physio changed season to season, she was always someone who lived nearby (almost always female) and therefore would have been known to most of the players.
A few guys would be cautious around the physio, waiting until she wasn't facing them, or had left the room, before changing, but the vast majority of us just seen her as one of the group and didn't bat an eye about stripping naked in front of her.
The only times I found it awkward was when my best friends sister was asked to help out. I didn't expect her to be there, but the team couldn't get a physio and she had experience massaging as she worked in a spa for a while. I always had a crush on her, which she knew. I have to admit, I was embarrassed being naked in front of her but didn't hide myself either. She got a good look at everything.
There was also a single day when my sister's friend was asked to fill in. I have no idea why, because she had no expertise, that I knew of for the role. She definitely had a thing for me, which I had been aware for a while but she was actually really creepy in the changing room, gawking at everyone changing (most of the physio's were professional and tried their best to focus on the task at hand, but inevitably saw more) but this girl was clearly scouting for dick. Most of the guys were creeped out by her behaviour and, like myself, we much more gaurded while changing. Myself, I waited until she had left before changing.

But I often wonder, is this the same for female sports? Do male physio's get open access to this female athletes changing before them?

That's hot.

very hot

My most common dream is about being in a change room where women are there or can see. And I always try to be seen in my dream. I always wake up very excited.

Me and my husband live a CFNM lifestyle. So when my husband and I went to my family house for vacation, I made him take off all his clothes in front of my mum and all of her friends. It was great fun, we made clean dishes and do all sorts of chores all in the buff for everyone to see.

Thats is a true story about an awkward encounter in the bathroom with a cousin, with the names changed for privacy:

Under the warm glow of the setting sun, a young boy named Alex and his cousin Sarah returned from their pirate adventure in Grandma's backyard. Their laughter echoed through the air, a testament to the carefree joy of their childhood.

As they entered the house, their bodies weary but their spirits high, Grandma greeted them with the warm aroma of freshly baked cookies. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she surveyed their disheveled state, a testament to their epic voyage.

Suggesting they clean up before dinner, Grandma led Alex to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Sarah, her curiosity piqued, followed closely behind.

As Alex stepped into the shower, the warm water washing away the grime and traces of his pirate escapade, he was met with an unexpected sight – Sarah standing silently in the doorway, a towel draped over her shoulder. The bathroom door, usually closed for privacy, remained open, exposing him to Sarah's unwavering gaze.

A wave of self-consciousness washed over Alex as he realized the implications of this situation. The simple act of taking a shower, usually a routine task, transformed into an awkward ordeal. Every splash, every movement seemed magnified under Sarah's scrutiny. His heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of discomfort echoing the silence of her gaze.

The once carefree atmosphere of the afternoon now felt charged with an unspoken tension. Sarah's silence was deafening, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made him feel both exposed and vulnerable. He felt strangely aware of his own body, the towel barely concealing his nakedness from her view.

As Alex emerged from the shower, Sarah's eyes still met his, their expression unreadable. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the drip-drip of the faucet and the flutter of his heart. He felt a mix of embarrassment and confusion, wondering what was going on in Sarah's mind.

The moment passed, Sarah turning away without a word, leaving Alex to grapple with the lingering sensation of unease. The playful innocence of the afternoon had been subtly disrupted, replaced by a hint of self-awareness and a lingering curiosity about the unspoken connection between him and his cousin.

In the years to come, this memory would resurface from time to time, a reminder of the day when the boundaries of childhood innocence began to blur. Sarah's silent observation, her unwavering gaze, would remain etched in his mind, a symbol of the unspoken connection and the subtle shift into adolescence.