The Male Changing Room

The Male Changing room

I opted to return to the male changing room because that’s where my clothes were. I didn’t think much about it as I went in but I was greeted by the men already there who were naked and trapped by those who followed. Some were obviously quite well endowed, more so than me.

“So, what is a nice young girl doing in the men’s changing room – Have you seen one of these before? and do you know what it’s for?” and he brandished a fine specimen of a partially erect prick. “Come on guys” I said. “Look here you are dressed in a bikini having said you want to be a girl – You should be in the other changing room; you could get into trouble here”

I was beginning to get a bit nervous. Although I knew them and suspected they were only playing, I wasn’t sure how far the playing would go” A couple of hands touched my arms, then my legs, then my boobs (small though they were) and then my bum.

I started to think they might be right. “OK I’ll just get my clothes”. I made to go collect them and felt the back string on my bikini being pulled. My arms went up in a typical female protective position to hold my boobs and stop them falling on the floor.

“In that case you won’t need these” they said and promptly pulled the tie-sides on the bottom half. My other arm instinctively went down to stop the bottoms falling on the floor and I fled.

There were peals of laughter behind me “Your clothes are already there” they said as I fled to the girls changing room.

I was made more welcome there and I felt safer.

My wife just laughed and said that she had already recovered my clothes since she knew I’d end up in the female changing room.

The other girls just laughed and said “Boys will be boys – we knew that would happen – Tie-sides were just an invitation”

I don’t think anything else would have happened but you couldn’t be sure. I now realised it was a put-up job and that my wife was instrumental in it. She knew I wouldn’t have called their bluff. Not at this stage anyway.