What brought you here? How long have you had this kink? Have you always, or did you have an experience?

[CaughtOfLore]

Having to edit people's clothes on in post is a surprisingly common film practice. 90% of the most famous ENF/ENM scenes in movies were actually just budget-constraint related.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

I've mentioned in the past that my view on young ages in ENP works is that the young characters are required for most of the plots to be believable. Much of ENF and ENP centers around fantasizing about the nervous, awkward, and shy adolescent years, which is why stories set in that time period are so popular.

One hundred percent. Some of the most impacting moments from my younger years were those of embarrassment, and they have stuck much harder than anything that I experience as an adult. Even moments of embarrassment that I merely witnessed as a young'un are more heavily ingrained than things that have happened since my twenties and after.

For me it came out of all the contradictions involving public vs. private and my body.

I have a partial memory of being in a locker room when I was very young, probably at a YMCA. The memory contains four fragments: I was mostly (or completely) undressed; there were a number of people around; I have a strong image of "lockers" that were wire baskets; and I was deeply embarrassed or at least upset. This is one of the oldest memories I have, which speaks to the intensity of it.

At one point our basement was getting refinished and after the old flooring was pulled up, I was allowed to draw roads on the concrete floor with washable markers since it would all get washed before the new flooring went in. At one intersection, I decided to draw a traffic cop. Well, I decided I was going to draw him naked and then draw clothes over top. After all, I start out naked and put clothes on, right? Five year old logic at its finest, I suppose. Anyway, as you would expect, my artwork was discovered after I drew his penis but before I could "cover" it with his uniform which led to questions and admonishments and my not really understanding why there was such a fuss.

Up until around age 11-12, I would hang around the house in a shirt and briefs. I may have started out in Carters -- I don't remember any recognizeable markings, only that they were fairly heavy in terms of material. But from kindergarten forward it was Fruit of the Loom -- except for one brief (pun intended) period when I was around 10 when mom bought me a pack of Hanes instead. I hated them, because they were cut differently than the FTLs. If I sat on the floor (particularly "Indian style") the fly would part ather conspicuously, giving a window to the contents inside. Worse, depending on how I would stand up afterward, my penis would get trapped in the fly.

Then there was the time we did a Greek play at school in the gym. I'd forgotten all about telling my mom I needed a costume and suddenly it was the day of the play. The last-minute, wing-it costume solution was a bath towel and a safety pin as a kind of drape. In my head this was totally fine until the instant I walked out onto the gym floor "stage". I suddenly felt the eyes of the audience on me and I felt very underdressed, especially once I realized the waistband of my briefs was pretty clearly visible on one side.

I also have a very specific memory of going to a department store for a new swimsuit and there was a specific one I became absolutely enamored with. They were white with blue naval designs (anchors, ropes, flags, stuff like that). They were short in the leg (today I'd describe them almost like boxer briefs), and rather close-fitting (the only pair they had was one size too small). For some reason, I really wanted them anyway but mom said no, and I specifically remember her comment: "They'll be almost see-through when they get wet. Do you want everybody to be able to see your peepee?" That comment was embarrassing, but it also gave me butterflies in my tummy.

I grew up in a rural area and my neighborhood was all houses on large lots with half of the acreage being wooded, so there was a fair amount of privacy. When I would play outside as a kid, I frequently liked to pee on the big rocks in our yard, or in the corner of a short retaining wall next to the house. It made me feel free somehow.

Well, at one point my cat had kittens and a neighbor was bringing his daughter over to adopt one of them. I thought I had plenty of time before they arrived so I took up my usual spot by the wall. Things had just started flowing and that's when their car came down the driveway. I desperately tried to pinch off and get things back into my shorts as they came around the bend behind the house. I have no idea if they saw or suspected anything although I was very aware of a wet spot in my briefs from the last drop or two and obviously I was pretty embarassed.
As I became more modest, my activities moved into the woods. We had a pile of rocks and old cement, and I wedged and old tailpipe from one of our cars in the rocks and would pee into it until it rusted out. We also had an old round metal tabletop with a hole in the center for an umbrella. I took it into the woods and wedged it upright between two trees almost like an archery target, and would put my penis through the hole and do my business. That always gave me a little thrill that I could never explain.

And then there were the annual physicals at the doctor's office. Once I was out of diapers the procedure was always to disrobe completely and put on a paper gown, then sit on the exam table and wait for the pediatrician. Once he started checking things with his stethoscope, the gown would always tear or get pushed aside so by the time I was lying on my back for the abdominal palpation I might as well have not bothered to put it on to begin with.

Once I sprouted hair I started leaving my briefs on under the gown, which the pediatrician would lower to mid-thigh at the start of the belly check for the next couple of years. The thing about these checkups is, he would frequently make comments like "everything looks good here" or "you're doing fine" which I guess was meant to be gently reassuring to me and/or my mom but as an overweight kid with body image issues, it kind of felt like he was praising my penis and that felt funny but it also felt good.

For a long time as a kid, I had a recurring dream that I was part of a group of boys with a treehouse club. To get into the treehouse you had to open your pants and display your penis to the other members. Somehow this was a form of identification.

And one of my earliest sex fantasies involved being a spy caught by a female agent. In the "story" I was restrained spread-eagle against a wall and my penis would be "tortured" while she taunted me for being a male with easily manipulated genitals. This would go on until I (unwillingly) climaxed.

So I feel like I've always had this tension between modesty and exposure. The thought of flashing random people, for example, doesn't interest me. But the thought of being seen once put into a situation is exciting. From the time I discovered masturbation, I've fantasized about being made to keep wearing those gappy Hanes briefs through junior high (visibility in PE locker room), and having to wear those white swim trunks to the beach and the pool all summer despite them being as revealing as I was warned they would be.

Once I reached my 30s, I managed to get past being mortified of most casual nudity and now I can do things like change in a locker room or disrobe at the doctor's office without complaint. Of course, now that I'm at the point where I can enjoy it a little bit, the world seems to be moving toward giving people more privacy than before. But in any case, the feelings I experience now aren't nearly as intense or as stirring as when I was younger.

But the intensity of being seen still plays a part in my life. I think sometimes about being a model patient at a teaching hospital. I like the idea of being talked into doing a session or two as a nude model. And I have a fantasy where a friend who knows my kinks take me into a closed theater and gets me to disrobe on the empty stage, only for the curtain to pull back and there's an audience and a spotlight comes on...

[emobat]

Grew up with two older sisters and little modesty, then my dad remarried and I got two brothers (older and younger) and I shared a room with younger.
I suddenly became VERY aware of eyes on my body all the time. And it caused alot of mixed feelings. Add to that some early (11/12) sexual experiences and I think all mixed together to make a set of kinks around embarrassment, humiliation, being forced etc

I didn't really engage with enf/enm material (pantsing etc), until recently

[Blondie]

This subject came up on the old BooksieSilk site, and I saved my response. I just ran across this post, so I'll share it with you.

I have either witnessed or been involved in four instances relating to humiliation throughout my life that I can relate here. All of them influenced my writing in one way or another. I will list them in chronological order.

1) I was in third grade in a Catholic grammar school. Our teacher was a nun. One of the boys misbehaved—I don't remember how—and she punished him by placing a bow on his head. I don't recall the color, but I used a pink bow in "Tommy's Debasement" when Miss Richards invoked that flavorful punishment on the Tommy character.

In the real-life instance, the nun definitely was deriving pleasure with her employment of the bow. The poor, red-faced boy was forced to wear it for at least an hour, and the nun would occasionally walk over to him, stare at him, and smile. She definitely had a sadistic streak.

As an aside, she did not last the whole year in our school. We never heard what happened, and I always wondered if this instance had anything to do with her dismissal, or even if she was dismissed. Who knows, maybe she had a history of behavior such as that.

As for me, it was my first recollection of feeling titillated (for lack of a better word right now) over something involving humiliation. Like I say, it was third grade, so I would have been about eight years old. Like the nun, I was definitely deriving pleasure from the boy's humiliation and was ever so thankful that she chose him to humiliate and not me.

2) This one is by far the most humiliating scene I have ever witnessed. I was in either sixth or seventh grade, so I would have been around 11 or 12 years old, as was the boy whose experience I am about to describe.

It took place in the schoolyard. It was not a regular school day, so it was either on a weekend or during a school break. Nevertheless, there were several students of different ages playing in the yard, broken up into a few different groups. I remember someone yelling, "They're pantsing [name withheld to protect the innocent]!" I followed our group around the corner, and lo and behold there he was, already stripped to his tighty-whities. There were at least four (older) guys overpowering him, and he was screaming bloody murder and flailing away like there was no tomorrow. But he was no match for them, and they had him naked without any trouble. While he was being held back, one of them had the creative idea to bundle his clothes together, knot them and attach them to the flagpole and hoist them all the way up. They let him go, and I watched as he frantically pulled on the rope until he was able to retrieve his clothes. He then ran to a private spot (he was crying) to dress himself, and that was the end of that.

As for me, as you can well imagine I was enthralled with the whole scene. I remember thinking that I only wished I could have been there from the beginning. I watched from a distance, as I didn't want to get too close. I mean, I think they picked the poor guy out randomly—as far as I know he didn't do anything to deserve such a fate—he was a smaller guy, as was I, and I certainly didn't want to have the same experience! I got the hell out of there when it was over, just to be safe.

Some of you might be familiar with a scene in one of my stories (Roosevelt Humiliations) where the Blondie character's pants are hoisted to the top of a flagpole. Now you know where I got that inspiration.

3) This one involved me, and before you get your hopes up, I managed to avoid the humiliating fate that was intended for me.

I was either 12 or 13 years old and was at a sleepover with about six or seven other guys. I had stripped down to my underpants (yes, they were the dreaded tighty-whities) and was inside a sleeping bag on a bed. Out of the blue, one guy says, "Hey let's make Blondie (again, real name omitted to protect the innocent—me) walk around nude." A couple of people laughed, and he said, "I'm serious. Let's make Blondie walk around nude." Now I have no idea where that came from, but it was quite apparent that this guy wanted to see exactly that. He started walking over to me and I don't remember, but either one or two other guys were with him. Fortunately for me the rest of the group wanted none of it.

One of them said they should throw me out in the snow naked (it was wintertime in upstate Washington, where I lived at the time). In any case, the (two or three) guys started pulling on my sleeping bag in an effort to get me out. I fought like hell and hung onto the bag for dear life, and they eventually gave up, much to my relief. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

I used the scenario in my story "Stripped by Friends," but of course the Blondie character suffered a much worse fate than I did. I can tell you that the sister of the guy who lived there was in the next room, as in the story. I don't remember if she had a friend over, as she did in the fictitious story. I want to say she heard the commotion and came into the room, but I can't remember for sure.

4) A simple stripping at a pool here. I was a high school freshman (14 years old), and we were swimming in P.E. I heard some yelling and a few of the seniors (juniors, maybe) had stripped the trunks off one of the small freshmen. One guy had him in a bear hug, and he lifted him up a couple of times, exposing his hairless, prepubescent package. Funny, I can still picture it to this day. When he let him go the freshman was swimming frantically back and forth as they were throwing his trunks around, playing keep-away. It lasted just a couple of minutes before the laughing seniors let him have his trunks.

Again, it was another pleasurable experience for me, and again, I was ever so thankful I wasn't the victim.

So there you have it. I guess my attraction to humiliation and my inspiration to write about it may have started at the ripe young age of eight. Little did I know then that a nun's act of applying a pretty bow on an unfortunate boy's head was the beginning of a predilection that would bring me enjoyment for many years to come.

[TeenFan]

Since Blondie's true experiences show four instances of a boy being stripped by other boys, this is evidence that boys being stripped by
girls is such a rare occurrence as to be closer to the realm of fantasy.

I can also say I recall seeing boys messing around with each other, such as yanking off a towel in the locker room, or towel fights.

Only one time did I see a girl yank a boy's shorts down (just shorts, not undies).
I was grown up at the time, and I had shorts on with no undies underneath. I was hoping the girls would yank mine down, but that
didn't happen.

[Blondie]

Since Blondie's true experiences show four instances of a boy being stripped by other boys, this is evidence that boys being stripped by
girls is such a rare occurrence as to be closer to the realm of fantasy.

I don't think there is any question that in real life it is a rare occurrence for an ENM to have been stripped by a girl (or girls). But that doesn't make it any less enjoyable to read or write about.

[emobat]

Yeah I've never seen girls actually pants or expose a guy, though once like three did make fun of a guy who decided to send his dick pick to everyone at same time, closest thing to public SPH I've seen.

Girls pantsing each other I've seen some but wrestling and wedgies I've seen alot lol (never with guys around, with one notable personal example).

Guys exposing/embarrassing girls I've seen/experienced quite a bit

[nachtmuziek]

I've been into ENF for as long as I can remember. It's pretty much the only kink I have. Definitely had it at least since I was 10 or so, since that is when I remember getting in trouble for looking up "naked girls" on the family computer :p

For me, I've always been fascinated with the idea of girls exposing something so private to a bunch of people, in a non-sexual way. It's pretty important to my taste that who/whatever sets up the nudity does not do so for a perverted reason (at least outwardly, see the coach in "Thornwood" for a good exception) or getting anything out of it sexually. At most, they should be doing it as revenge, jealousy, or some other "justifiable" reason, but I usually prefer simple "comedy of errors" or pranks as the driver for the nudity. My favorite scenarios are where a girl has to be naked in a public setting (school, work, public pool, things like that) due to some technicality, rule, etc, or a prank by a friend/sibling that goes a bit too far and leaves the girl naked for far longer than expected.

Like having to go to school naked because she ran out of clothes to wear, or as a punishment for bad grades. Or having to work naked because there are no extra uniforms for her as a new employee. I had a couple stories I wrote for the old board I think are in the archives here, one called "Most Embarrassing Day Ever" (under a different username), and "Halloween Humiliation" or something like that. I'm too lazy to go digging, but I thought I saw them here a while ago, so kudos to whoever rescued them.

Yeah, they are pretty outrageous and unbelievable scenarios that, in the real world, would rightfully cause a major uproar if anything remotely like them happened. Not to mention the likely major psychological trauma it would cause the victim. That's why I prefer stories that are somewhat realistic, but not so much that it just makes me feel sad and ashamed for the poor girl. A nice blend of characters that are believable as real people, but just unrealistic enough to not acknowledge how messed up it all is. Almost as if the psychology behind a cheeky drunk skinny dip is applied to everyday scenarios and places. In short, as lighthearted as possible. Admittedly this leads to some pretty trope heavy and cliche setups that probably cause many here to roll their eyes, but to me that's a bit part of the charm.

If you look up the stories "Stripped by Family" by nahdude or "Softcore ENF" by PiZzA101 on CHYOA, that's pretty much the sweet spot for me. Or on this board, the "Naked in School" contest entries from a couple years ago were right up my alley. Vague legal nudity (so no major legal repercussions to any characters involved, whether for being naked or causing the nudity), lighthearted tone, and extended nudity without causing trauma to the naked girl beyond light humiliation and embarrassment that eventually can be laughed off. I understand many here are into major humiliation and things like that (and nothing wrong with it as long as it's purely fiction), but it's definitely not my thing.

I feel like a lot of older ENF stories, especially on the old boards, fit my tastes more than newer ones. Stories like "Thornwood", the "Gabriella" series, and some of the old writing.com stories really hit the mark for me. Nothing wrong with the newer stories, in fact they tend to have far better pacing, grammar, formatting, paragraphing, etc. But I definitely miss the vibes of the previous boards. Maybe it's just me getting older (shrug), or just newer authors having their own inspiration or finding the older stories cliche and wanting to do their own thing. I can't complain though, it wouldn't be fair of me to without writing content of my own again.

[nachtmuziek]

Also can I state here specifically that age has nothing to do with the kink in my personal experience, i don't have any legitimate interest in young people they just seem to make the most sense more often than not in these scenarios..I'd hope anyone who is here for the ages represented or anyone who can't separate the blatant over the top erotic fiction here, from reality would get some help and stop reading these stories. I like getting these thoughts out of my head and writing out scenarios and stories that would other just be trapped in my brain, but I never want to fuel any legitimate evil, I just got an enf kink man/and more specifically a forced stripping enf humilation kink, which has little representation on the web so i write my fantasies instead, i realize some of my stories can be a bit much compared to others, but they're just that, stories, fantasies and nonsense. The older I get (I was only 18 when I wrote after school brawl and featured a 15 year old) the more I'm a little bothered by the ages I present, I've made an effort to start only including 16+ and 18+ when possible because the age is really irrelevant to me, really any of the descriptions of looks or body characteristics are more so for the audience, to tell a smoother story and refer to her appearance throughout, targeting parts to humiliate when possible, for me it's simply the actions taken that get me going, I'm not evil, I'm not a nunce, and I know that, but I'd hope there's none in our midst as well,

I know this is an old topic, but thank you for bringing this up and I couldn't agree more. To me, the age is just there to make the story make sense. I really like "naked in school" scenarios because it leaves the girl naked in front of people she has known for a while, and will have to see everyday after. It just wouldn't make sense for her to be in her twenties like me.

I think part of it also is that this is the age I was when I started thinking of these scenarios. Like when I was in high school, I fantasized about seeing my female classmates naked (like most other red blooded teenage guys :p), which in turn inspired me to come up with ENF scenarios revolving around girls that age (my age too). Like you, I wrote my stories when I was still in high school, so the ages made perfect sense to me at the time.

I can still stomach older teens (16 or older) being in ENF stories, but that's more because it brings me back to that era of my life where I first started thinking about girls, and was imagining these sorts of scenarios so much so they felt plausible at the time. Anything younger just starts to creep me out (no hate to those authors, as long as it's just fiction).

I also rarely ever encounter people younger than college age in my area, so I don't get that constant reminder of what teenagers actually look like. The times I do, I could only think about how annoying and immature they look and sound, rather than finding them attractive in any way.

In my head, the characters are only teens for the sake of the setting, and I end up just picturing women my age when I visualize the characters.

[Baffle]

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I feel literally the same on all of this. I just sort of always liked it starting with it being a trope in cartoons, usually boys and men. then thinking, wow if it was a girl instead that would be something. i remember specifically when i was younger i had to do a project for school that involved taking words out of magazines and I used my older sisters Seventeen magazines and found out they had an embarrassing stories section. one of the first ones i found was a girl was taking a shower on halloween and someone put like a scary mask in the window that she didnt see until she had taken her clothes off. She freaked out and ran downstairs and the door was wide open and bunch of trick r treaters saw her naked. fucking blew my mind at the time as a kid who didnt use the internet much

I did see one enf (following an enm) experience in high school gym. The girl pulled this guys pants and boxers down. Guy was right in front of me and got an up close view of his ass and balls (not my thing). But then later he pantsed her and she was wearing a pokadot thong.

once i got a psp and could browse the internet in bed, a series of very specific phrase searches found me the original dreambook board, which i eventually saved, and the webapps board which i tried to save but downloaded someones backup, and now this which i feel like I need to find a way to smartly archive. I definately like the writting on the old boards more. Its why AI has been huge for me cause now I can just generate stuff thats to my exact taste though people still make good stuff here. When i was younger i dont know why but i cared about the stories being "real" or at least believable but now I'm the opposite. I like the stories that kinda run on some kind of dream or nightmare style logic. Now I'm trying to find ways to browse archive.org easier to see what other forums are archived where people might have been writing one off stories. or rather telling their fake or real experiences

I've been wondering a lot lately why I like this stuff. I recently took a test to get anti anxiety medicine and when I looked at my results there were red exclamation points next to several of my answers. I was kinda bullied in school. Nothing ever too serious but kids judged me very harshly. I say that simply now but as kid everything was magnified by like 100 where any awkward or embarrassing moment felt devistating. Maybe its like s&m stuff where this is a way of rewriting those situations and anxieties to take control of them