I am not a naked person. Not at all. And so when a stranger stands before me in the locker room naked, nipples sitting there staring up at me, and says,
It is SO HUMID outside! I mean, could it be any more HUMID?!
I have trouble looking her in the eye. I’m thinking
Oh Shit! Am I supposed to LOOK at you? Am I supposed to ANSWER you? Is it rude if I don’t look at you? Do you want me to look at you?! OH NO! STOP! Please put your naked away!
And it appears that it may have just been me. I was the one hiding in the corner, two towels beneath an obvious fear, trying to figure out how I can put my bra on without having to take the towel off.
If I slip my shorts up this way, I won’t have to show them any of my ass.
I’m the person freaking out over being naked in a room full of women. Me. They’re fine with it. They can even talk to you, boobs and all. And so here, I’m learning how to act in the locker room. I mean, it’s not ok to stare, right? Even if they’re looking at you, you shouldn’t stare, (just look away). And its bad to avoid all eye-contact, right? Is it considered rude and somehow freakish? It’s natural to be curious of what other women look like so I can’t help but let my eyes pull over every so often, stop, take a rest and then move on. It’s curiosity. Maybe that’s why some talk, so it’s ok to look. I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m mature enough for the ladies locker room. My boobs don’t like coming out and my ass is a turtle, an albino turtle. And I’m going to try it again today.
Mihow 
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