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My sophomore year of high school I was playing football. The football locker rooms were at the bottom of a set of stairs. The doorway on the left went to the JV locker room and the doorway on the right went to the varsity locker room. The JV locker room didn’t have a shower so we would have to go over to the varsity locker room to shower. The football managers (all girls) figured this out and started sitting at the bottom of the stairs at the end of practice or games to watch us walk by.

At first we walked to the showers in out underwear. Then we started stripping naked at our lockers and walking to the showers with just a towel held in front of us. Then one day we had stripped but the pile of towels was not in our locker room. I called out to the managers asking where the towels were. “We decided to start keeping them all in the varsity locker room.” We glanced at one another and walked over to the varsity locker room to shower. And that’s how the tradition of the managers’ naked parade began. Everyone managed to keep quiet about it so it lasted all season.

My sophomore year of high school I was playing football. The football locker rooms were at the bottom of a set of stairs. The doorway on the left went to the JV locker room and the doorway on the right went to the varsity locker room. The JV locker room didn’t have a shower so we would have to go over to the varsity locker room to shower. The football managers (all girls) figured this out and started sitting at the bottom of the stairs at the end of practice or games to watch us walk by.

At first we walked to the showers in out underwear. Then we started stripping naked at our lockers and walking to the showers with just a towel held in front of us. Then one day we had stripped but the pile of towels was not in our locker room. I called out to the managers asking where the towels were. “We decided to start keeping them all in the varsity locker room.” We glanced at one another and walked over to the varsity locker room to shower. And that’s how the tradition of the managers’ naked parade began. Everyone managed to keep quiet about it so it lasted all season.

When I was a kid back in the 90s, things were really different to how they are now. Things seemed so much looser; the days before people started getting uptight and offended by everything. In the final two years of junior school we had a weekly swimming lesson at the pool just up the road from school. It was a scruffy, run-down old pool (demolished not long after I left) but the whole class of around 30 kids would go and it was great fun. The one thing about it that still really sticks in my memory is the changing room. There were separate guys and girls changing rooms, accessed from the main entrance lobby.

The girls changing room was right at the far end, but the door to the boys’ was close to the main building entrance. Our lessons were always in the first slot of the day, so they’d always just finished mopping the floors, which meant they propped the changing room door wide open with a heavy metal bin, I guess for ventilation. It didn’t really matter on the way in, as there would be no one in the lobby. Our teacher was female, so she always went in to supervise the girls while they changed. However, after our lessons it was a totally different story.

The slot after ours was booked for a different school, but the kids were around the same age as us. They always seemed to arrive early, so their teacher would make them all wait in the lobby until our class had finished changing. The lobby was fairly small for 25-30 kids, so they were always crowded in. I think their teacher must have gone off to talk to our teacher or the swimming teacher etc, as they usually seemed to be left unsupervised for some of the time. The layout meant that every week quite a few of them, including girls, would end up crowded right outside the wide-open door to the boys changing room. It was a fairly small rectangular room with open benches, so they could literally see a whole class of guys the same age as them stripping naked, drying off and getting dressed.

I remember a few occasions where I must have been the last one in, because I ended up having to use the section of bench nearest the door. It was literally only about 4 feet from the wide open doorway to the lobby. I remember I’d come in from the pool, dripping wet in just my trunks and there would be three or four girls already standing right by the open doorway, talking to each other. When I got to the bench it felt really awkward - I basically had to take off my trunks and dry myself right in front of them. I guess being 11 or whatever I wasn’t confident enough to say anything to them, and it’s not like they had anywhere else to move to.

(Bear in mind I was still a few years away from getting a thrill out of being seen) the worst part was they’d just stand and watch, totally blatantly, even making eye contact sometimes. They would just stand there right by the doorway, looking at all the guys as we got changed. Nothing was ever said or done about it though.

That said, there was one week where they pushed it too far - we came back from the pool to find three of the girls were stood just inside the doorway - actually in the boys changing room, and another was even sitting on the very end of the bench closest to the open door. Some of the guys in my class started making comments and shouting stuff at them, but they just gave as much back, smirking and shrugging etc. It was absolutely ridiculous, me and a couple of the other guys had to strip naked literally in touching distance of these fully clothed girls. However, things quickly changed when all of a sudden one of the guys who regularly played the fool suddenly ran across the changing room nude and threw a pair of someone’s underpants right at the one sitting down. They hit her straight in the face. Cue lots of ‘eww’ and ‘oh my god’ type comments, but it did the trick and they got out of there quick! Didn’t seem to stop them looking in again in later weeks, but they never came into the changing room again.

When I was a kid back in the 90s, things were really different to how they are now. Things seemed so much looser; the days before people started getting uptight and offended by everything. In the final two years of junior school we had a weekly swimming lesson at the pool just up the road from school. It was a scruffy, run-down old pool (demolished not long after I left) but the whole class of around 30 kids would go and it was great fun. The one thing about it that still really sticks in my memory is the changing room. There were separate guys and girls changing rooms, accessed from the main entrance lobby.

The girls changing room was right at the far end, but the door to the boys’ was close to the main building entrance. Our lessons were always in the first slot of the day, so they’d always just finished mopping the floors, which meant they propped the changing room door wide open with a heavy metal bin, I guess for ventilation. It didn’t really matter on the way in, as there would be no one in the lobby. Our teacher was female, so she always went in to supervise the girls while they changed. However, after our lessons it was a totally different story.


The slot after ours was booked for a different school, but the kids were around the same age as us. They always seemed to arrive early, so their teacher would make them all wait in the lobby until our class had finished changing. The lobby was fairly small for 25-30 kids, so they were always crowded in. I think their teacher must have gone off to talk to our teacher or the swimming teacher etc, as they usually seemed to be left unsupervised for some of the time. The layout meant that every week quite a few of them, including girls, would end up crowded right outside the wide-open door to the boys changing room. It was a fairly small rectangular room with open benches, so they could literally see a whole class of guys the same age as them stripping naked, drying off and getting dressed.

I remember a few occasions where I must have been the last one in, because I ended up having to use the section of bench nearest the door. It was literally only about 4 feet from the wide open doorway to the lobby. I remember I’d come in from the pool, dripping wet in just my trunks and there would be three or four girls already standing right by the open doorway, talking to each other. When I got to the bench it felt really awkward - I basically had to take off my trunks and dry myself right in front of them. I guess being 11 or whatever I wasn’t confident enough to say anything to them, and it’s not like they had anywhere else to move to.

(Bear in mind I was still a few years away from getting a thrill out of being seen) the worst part was they’d just stand and watch, totally blatantly, even making eye contact sometimes. They would just stand there right by the doorway, looking at all the guys as we got changed. Nothing was ever said or done about it though.

That said, there was one week where they pushed it too far - we came back from the pool to find three of the girls were stood just inside the doorway - actually in the boys changing room, and another was even sitting on the very end of the bench closest to the open door. Some of the guys in my class started making comments and shouting stuff at them, but they just gave as much back, smirking and shrugging etc. It was absolutely ridiculous, me and a couple of the other guys had to strip naked literally in touching distance of these fully clothed girls. However, things quickly changed when all of a sudden one of the guys who regularly played the fool suddenly ran across the changing room nude and threw a pair of someone’s underpants right at the one sitting down. They hit her straight in the face. Cue lots of ‘eww’ and ‘oh my god’ type comments, but it did the trick and they got out of there quick! Didn’t seem to stop them looking in again in later weeks, but they never came into the changing room again.

My sophomore year of high school I was playing football. The football locker rooms were at the bottom of a set of stairs. The doorway on the left went to the JV locker room and the doorway on the right went to the varsity locker room. The JV locker room didn’t have a shower so we would have to go over to the varsity locker room to shower. The football managers (all girls) figured this out and started sitting at the bottom of the stairs at the end of practice or games to watch us walk by.

At first we walked to the showers in out underwear. Then we started stripping naked at our lockers and walking to the showers with just a towel held in front of us. Then one day we had stripped but the pile of towels was not in our locker room. I called out to the managers asking where the towels were. “We decided to start keeping them all in the varsity locker room.” We glanced at one another and walked over to the varsity locker room to shower. And that’s how the tradition of the managers’ naked parade began. Everyone managed to keep quiet about it so it lasted all season.

While surfing the web recently, I came across a few short hidden camera videos depicting some young girls being present in the men's section of public showers and changing rooms, along with their fathers. Most are really too young, but a few look about 6 or even older. In one of the videos, possibly in Japan, 3 sisters, looking between 9 and 13 years old, naked, covered only by towels, walk among dosen of naked men and young boys, bathing completely naked. Although the videos are quite short and not very detailed, it is easy to imagine that during their stay in the men's section of the bathroom, the girls have the wonderful opportunity to observe boys and men of all ages, as well as penises of different sizes, shapes and even in a state of partial or full erection (in younger boys).
As a member of a society with a relatively strict gender division, which does not tolerate public nudity and display, I find such scenes quite exciting and arousing.
So, I would ask how common is this practice of relatively grown children being present in the opposite gender section of the bathroom or showers?

Jocasta - You're new here so please read our rules (specifically #4)

I've removed the links because it shows young girls in a shower room in the presence of adult naked men showering.

Discussions surrounding real-life situations that have been experienced, particularly when the intent is to understand culture or transformative moments in growing up, are acceptable. Again, please read our rules thoroughly before you post further.

I'm sorry! I never even thought that a pixelated illustration of a real life situation that seems to be acceptable to parents, their children, society and apparently not prosecuted by the law after it happen, could be unacceptable on a CFNM forum.
Of course, you're right that rules are meant to be followed, not commented on, so I'll abide by them.

Glad you understand. I'm sure many on this forum will agree with you. In fact, I've seen a lot of hypocrisy wherein female children in the presence of adult nude men seems acceptable when it is at, say, Bay to Breakers run, pride parades or clothing-optional beaches. But take the same people and put them in different settings, they scream "pedophile fodder!".

We're in times wherein depictions that show "nudity + children" are often deemed guilty until proven innocent, and there is a veritable witch hunt for those that allow such content to be shown on forums. And as owner of this forum, I can't allow it as I am personally at risk.

Feel free to discuss real-life experiences that reveal how different cultures view such things, or times in your life wherein you experienced, say, a CFNM situation as a developing person and may have had a psychological affect on you. To me, these are educational and are in line with the purpose of this forum.

I spent almost 20 years in S.Korea. Had to get used to the fact that girls up to around 12/13yo
would routinely be seen in the men's area showers, and boys in women's areas.
It seems to be a much healthier attitude to me.

Taking the title of the thread at face value, my best experiences of this were in rugby environments. In both cases there were, for reasonably acceptable reasons, women in the male changing rooms.

First time was after a match, the club usually gave the team drinks after a game. I did nto realise this initially and was getting changed after the, match to go into the showers. I was muddy and taking my clothes off, as were the rest if the team when two female members of the bar staff came into the changing rooms, each with a couple of buckets of cold beers.

She told me to "be careful where I pointed it" - then said "not that it will do any damage". I quickly grabbed my towel but it gave the rest of the changing room a laugh

I too experienced regualr female incursion into the male changing areas after rugby games. It was almost 'normalised' at one club I played for. So most of my buddies girlfriends, wives and a few sisters too all knew how big every dick was. I was the smallest almost every time.

DTR

As a small dicked man and full on subscriber to SPH, it always gave me a sense of excitement to see the smirk on a girl's face as she saw me naked. The smirk that said "I know you have a small dick"