Swimming
Swimming was an option at our school. Every other girl was hockey mad so I used to be the only girl in the changing rooms for swimming. The problem came that it was a public swimming pool as the leisure centre adjoined the school and the teachers considered the lifeguards could do their job and left us all alone. The boys would generally chat in the changing room and mess about in the pool and have a good time.

I would have to see the drooping, veiny and pendulous breasts of the old women who swam in the Senior Swim session that the leisure centre ran in the hour before our P.E. lesson. The women who would casually but vigorously be rubbing their nooks and crannies with towels whilst making polite conversation with me.

I took to wearing my swimsuit under my school uniform and avoiding needing a wee for the whole morning, just to speed up the changing room horror.

Also I used to avoid one cubicle because I'm sure there was a spyhole into the mens changing rooms, for the smell of Lynx Africa was stronger in there than anywhere else!
(Mrs Ballunatic counting calories, not votes., Sat 21 Nov 2009, 11:25, Reply)