Go get changed

You quickly make your way across the campus. You hope that if you get there fast enough you can change and be back before you're late. Luckily for you, the place your going to change at is fairly close to the gym, and if you don't waste time then there should be no problem.

Practically all the other students are in class when you arrive. You raise a hand and try the door handle. It's locked. You try knocking on the door, praying that she's inside. You stand there for what feels like forever before hearing a few faint footsteps from inside. You step back as the door opens. In front of you, your mother looks confused to see you standing in front of her office, obviously expecting you to be at class instead of her office.

"Alex? What are you doing here? Why aren't you at your class?" she ask with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Uh... I have P.E. right now and uh... I need somewhere to change into my uniform so..." you mumble.

You mother gives you a quizzical look. She doesn't understand why you're telling her this, but then her eyes widen as she realizes your predicament and what your asking for.

"Ohhh, ok, come inside sweetie," she says while stepping back to let you in.

"You can get changed in here for now. I'll ask the principal where you should change in the future, and you should ask your P.E. teacher too. It won't work to have you change in my office every other day."

"Thanks mom."

You step inside and drop your backpack onto a couch at one side of the room. She tells you that you can get changed while she works at her desk. She sits down and starts shuffling through papers, not caring that her desk faces right towards you. You know she's your mother, but you still aren't completely comfortable changing clothes when she could see you by just looking up, especially after the incident this morning when she nearly caught you naked in bed. The thought gives you goosebumps.

"Hey mom, would you face the other way? Please?"

She looks up at you, a reassuring smile on her face.

"Right, of course honey," she says, grabbing a few papers and spinning the other way in her chair.

She's now facing a wall that has a shelf lined with what look like personal belongings. Specifically, some family pictures, drawings you and your sisters made when you were young, and a trophy you got in kids soccer many years ago. You think it's kind of cliché to have things like that in an office, but at the same time, you have just a slight smile knowing that your mom keeps them so close.

With her facing the wall, you feel a lot more at ease. You trust her not to peak obviously, but you still don't turn your back to her, instead only turning halfway around. You begin taking off your clothes while looking in her direction. You start with your shirt, pulling it up over your torso and then stuffing it into your backpack. While you're putting your shirt away, you pull out your P.E. uniform as well. The shirt is a simple light gray t-shirt with the schools initials across the front. You pull it on over your head, covering you back up again. Now for the other part. You need to change into the shorts. You look over at your mom to make sure she still isn't looking, which she isn't, and start to unbutton and unzip your pants. You think she must know what you're doing by the sound because her head moved up just a little. You blush, but she isn't looking so you continue.

When your pants are down around your ankles, you notice something isn't quite right. It seems you put your underwear on backwards while rushing to get ready this morning. You hadn't noticed it until now, but now that you knew, you can't help but want to fix it. You know your mom is right there, but she hasn't looked this entire time so you're starting to relax. It'll only take a second to do. You start by hooking your thumbs inside the elastic and pulling them down around the middle of your thighs. You are now exposed, with your mother on the other side of the room and facing away from you. You look down for just a second, and see yourself reacting to the situation you're in. Your pecker is starting to stiffen, little by little, but you don't have the time nor are you stupid enough to try and do anything with it right now. You lift one leg up and slip your underwear off, then do the same with the other leg. You stand up straight again and turn your underwear around in your hands. While doing that, you look over to your mother again to make sure she hasn't turned back around. It's silly that you keep checking, as if you really expect to see her facing you or something...

She isn't looking of course. She's just sitting there with her papers in her hands and not moving an inch. But just then, you think you see the slightest movement somewhere on the shelf in front of her. You focus your attention on the shelf for just a brief moment, wondering what you just saw. You think it was around the soccer trophy she has there. You look at it as you lift the leg closer to your mom and put your underwear back on, feeling your tiny prick bounce with the motion. It's a generic participation trophy you got near the end of kids soccer. It has your name on the base, and what you can only describe as some kind of stick figure holding up a giant star. As you're lifting your other leg to put your underwear on, you find out what the movement you saw was.

You feel your heart sink and your eyes go wide when your realize that the trophy has a mirror finish, and that movement you saw was of your mother's eyes reflected in the trophy. In that moment, you see her eyes move up obviously toward the trophy, while your leg is lifted, causing your little hardening dick to point in her direction. As if it couldn't get any worse, you're fear of what she is seeing is practically confirmed when you see her eyes going wide in a shocked expression.

You quickly pull your underwear up and turn away from her. The sudden movement must have startled her, because she snaps her eyes back down towards her papers. You feel your face burning with embarrassment. She saw it. She must have seen it. But how well did she see it? She was looking at a reflection of you on that small trophy from a distance. How clear could it have been? Were you even visible from her position? Her eyes widened when she looked, that means she saw you without your underwear on, right? Your mind is racing with questions like these as you pull your P.E. shorts up. You're done changing, so it's time to head to class, but you just don't know what to say.

"Are you done yet honey?" she ask, probably knowing you finished changing from looking at the trophy.

"Y-yes," is all you can say in response.

She spins back around in her chair and looks at you with a kind smile before speaking.

"Ok then, off to class with you. Just leave your backpack in here, you can pick it up on your way home today."

You don't know what to think. Your mom just peeped on you while you were changing. You're kind of angry, but if you think honestly about it, you probably would have... almost definitely would have done the same. And why did you decide to take your underwear off? It was just backwards. Literally nothing would have happened if you just left it like that. But no, you just had to take it off and put it on the right way, so it wouldn't bug you by sitting in the back of your mind all day.

You nod to your mother, leaving your backpack behind as you open the door. At least she doesn't know that you caught her. That, combined with this morning's incident, would make it impossible to talk to her. It would just be too awkward. You don't think you'll tell her that you know. You'll just have to make sure you change somewhere else, or that you wear your P.E. uniform underneath your other clothes in the future.

You start walking straight for the gym doors. At least you got changed in time for class, you think.