Initiation to Exhibitionism

[LVB99]

Looking back at my childhood, there were several occurrences that I believe led to my eventual partiality to public exposure. My very first incident of humiliation was at the age of 9. It was the summer before my 6th grade year of junior high school and my family owned a boat. We were very often out on the lake and I loved to water ski. I had a pink, one piece bathing suit which I had already been wearing since about the age of 6. It was a stretchy, almost cotton like suit, which my mother had already mended twice by that point. (side note, I actually wore that horrible thing up until my freshman year of high school)

It was the last day we were planning on taking the boat out before school started, so my father invited his sister along with her family. Their oldest boy, Mark was three years my senior, the second was Bryan who was one year younger than me and their little girl Samantha who was 2.

From what I recall, it was a month before I got my first training bra because my nipples had started to grow and were starting to poke through some of my shirts, including my pink bathing suit. And I must have looked like a neon nightmare when I skied. My life jacket was a bright yellow, rubbery thing and my skis' were bright green, along with my pink bathing suit.

After having skied for awhile, I let myself drop and waited for my dad to circle around to let me climb back aboard. When I pulled myself up on the little ladder, I felt a tug which I knew immediately was my bathing suit tearing on one of the edges of the ladder. As soon as I got aboard, I saw a small hole on the side of the bathing suit, just below the bottom of the life preserver. I remember thinking this might be the final straw so that my mother would buy me a new one. But that wasn't the case. As soon as I pointed it out, she said she could mend it, no problem. Worse, she said she would do it right then and there! She actually had a needle and thread in her bag; always carrying some for emergencies.

At first, she tried doing it while I sat on the chair next to her, but with the boat going over swells, she said it would be safer and faster if I just took it off?!! I had nothing to put on as I had left my dry clothes in the car so she told me to just wrap a beach towel around me. Easier said then done as my father was hauling butt over the water, towing my older brother. So she asked Mark to hold a towel around me while I took off my bathing suit. I had managed to get it off and hand it to my mother and just as I was reaching for the top of the towel to hold it myself, Mark pulled it completely off of me and let it fly off the back of the boat!

Covering myself with my hands and screaming, I tried to conceal myself behind my mother. I told them he did it on purpose, but of course he lied and said his hands slipped.

The second time, it was Easter and I had turned 10 by then. The whole family was there and after we had lunch, I went into the woods in the back of the house with my brother, Mark and Bryan and two of my brother's friends. We were walking along the creek, skipping rocks when we came across three more boys who went to our school; all eight graders. I remember I was wearing this cute little fur coat that had little squares of rabbit fur on it. At some point, Mark remarked how he liked my coat and convinced me to take it off so he could look at it or something. Next thing he does it start threatening me that he's going to drop it in the mud unless I flashed my boobs to him. (mind you, at that point I was wearing a training bra and really only had protruding nipples)

Of course I didn't want to flash him, especially with all the other boys there. I asked my brother to get my coat back, but Mark told him to go up the hill to make sure the coast was clear. And my brother, even though they were close in age, was frightened of him, so he left. Long story short, I finally lifted my shirt, but that wasn't good enough for him once he saw the bra. That had to come up too he said. After a long exchange of begging for my coat back and him letting a small portion of the fur hit the mud, I pulled up my bra letting everyone see my little bits. He then tried to get me to take down my pants, but I grabbed my coat and ran.

The first time I was seen naked by my own recourse, was at ballet during my eighth grade year. I had been taking ballet since I was 6 and we always rehearsed at our studio. Most of the time we were already in our leotards, being driven their by our mother's and leaving the same way. Our studio was in a strip shopping area and it didn't have a changing room, just a small bathroom. Most of the time, my friends and I would go right after school, so we would change at school before heading to the studio. But one day, we had left school early and were at the mall shopping. At some point we realized we were late and ran to the studio. Getting there in our street clothes, we had no alternative then to change in the entrance hallway. I was closest to the glass door and as luck would have it, two boys were walking past right as I was completely naked, about to put on my tights. They obviously saw everything and all my friends died laughing.

The next time, also at ballet, we were doing a recital and lots of the girls had their families there to watch. Once again, I had shown up in street clothes and a boy about my age saw me naked, changing in the hallway. My friends later told me that several girls' parents had seen me too and it was evident as our instructor told us we would not be allowed to change in the hallway anymore.

Shortly after that, I got a job at Baskin Robbins and I would change in the kitchen before heading to ballet. I caught one of the boys peeking at me one day and thought it was funny and soon started taking my time undressing when I knew he was watching. I even on occasion got naked and then went about putting my hair up or applying makeup, staying exposed for him to watch. I actually got in trouble for doing this once and almost got fired. A Regional Manager had stopped by and walked into the back while I was completely naked. He wasn't very happy seeing a young teenager naked in the backroom. As time went on, I got my first car and would change in the car on the way there. I got caught by unsuspecting motorists more then once at stoplights too.

[TeenFan]

I'd like to see an expanded, semi-fictionalized version of the Baskin Robbins stories. There's a lot there that can go into a story about
a budding exhibitionist streak that goes wrong. You say you were a teenager when this happened. Please keep the age accurate to the
real event.

[LVB99]

I'd like to see an expanded, semi-fictionalized version of the Baskin Robbins stories. There's a lot there that can go into a story about
a budding exhibitionist streak that goes wrong. You say you were a teenager when this happened. Please keep the age accurate to the
real event.

Hello, I've written a few stories on the ENF forum, and I could maybe write something incorporating Baskin Robbins, but I would probably only slightly use it. I feel it's kinda weird embellishing on some of my personal experiences. I don't mind however talking about real things that actually happened to me on the True Stories forum.

[Skylar21]

...she asked Mark to hold a towel around me while I took off my bathing suit. I had managed to get it off and hand it to my mother and just as I was reaching for the top of the towel to hold it myself, Mark pulled it completely off of me and let it fly off the back of the boat!

How long did you have to stay naked before you were able to cover with something? I assume Mark got a nice long look at you?