Changing Room

One day, we were told that the boys would have to share the girl's changing room, as the boy's was being painted. The next day was swimming practice, and boys were to go in first. The girl's changing room had a toilet and after swimming, I was desperate to use it. I heard the girls coming into the changing room; through a crack in the door, I could see them getting undressed. When they went into the pool, I came out of the toilet and felt the girls' undies. I tried on a pair of white cotton panties and a full white underskirt; they both felt soft. I took off the undies and went back to class. The girl's undies had felt great.

— Lee, 38