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 ï>¿Act naturally.  Don't do anything to attract attention. By Barney Thu
Aug 30, 2007 02:13142.165.22.232

   A couple of years ago I was hired as a waitress at a seafood "theme
restaurant".  They have all the waitresses and waiters outfitted in sailor
outfits.  The serving staff work in navy blue bellbottom pants, white
sneakers, and tight t-shirts with wide horizontal blue and white stripes.
On my first day at work I found out that all of us, women and men, are
expected to change clothes in the same room.  At the start of my first
shift it was weird to watch the men and women get undressed right in front
of one another.  Nobody seemed the least bit shy about it, so I figured
that I could handle it too.  But, when the critical moment arrived, I had a
"modesty attack" and I didn't think I could bring myself to take off my own
clothes in front of the other people.

   The lady who supervised our shift noticed my hesitation.  She took me
aside and explained that I should just act naturally when I got undressed
and not do anything to draw attention to myself.  She said that everyone
working at the restaurant was so accustomed to seeing one another when they
were naked that "it didn't even register on their radar screens." I
followed her advice.  Nobody gawked.  In a few days I was changing into and
out of my uniform without even thinking about what I was doing.

   I noticed right away that none of the other waitresses wore bras under
their t-shirts.  I wasn't ready for that on my first day.  I am quite large
up there, and my unsecured boobs attract a lot of attention because of how
much they roll and jiggle.  However, it didn't take long before I felt like
a freak with my "torpedoes" jutting out in front of me when none of the
other ladies had that artificial appearance.  And, I noticed that the
braless waitresses got more tips than me.  By the end of my first week on
the job I was leaving my own bra in the change room so I wouldn't stand out
as much (no pun intended).  My tips went way up as soon as my "tips"
started to poke out through my t-shirt..

   I have come to think that taking off my clothes in the co-ed change room
at the restaurant is merely a part of the career that I have chosen to
pursue.  I now get undressed in front of the waiters without hestiation,
but I don't drag it out any longer than necessary.

   Some of the other girls at the restaurant seem to be making a sort of
fashion statement about being naked.  They get partly undressed - sometimes
naked - then they find all manner of things to do before they get into
their costumes.  They fix their makeup.  Or they hassle the scheduling guy
about getting days off on the weekend.  One lady seems to find it necessary
to make a phone call to her husband precisely when she is only half
dressed. Not a short phone call either.  She stands at the phone where
everyone can see her for about 10 or 15 minutes, wearing only her pants and
sneakers (topless) while she and he go on and on about what time he should
pick her up after her shift ends.

   There is another girl who wanders into the kitchen area to get a cup of
coffee - never before she starts to undress, and never after she puts on
her uniform.  Right when she is naked.  Apparently it isn't enough of a
thrill for her to strip down in front of only the waiters.  She wants to be
naked when the Mexican kitchen staff can see her too.

   Sometimes I get interrupted when I am naked and I don't have a chance to
cover up right away.  Maybe the manager comes around at the last minute
with a new menu and he has to explain the changes.  If that happens
everyone immediately drops whatever they are doing and we congregate around
him to hear what he has to say.  In that situation I can't slow things down
by making the others wait while I get into my clothes.  I have no real
choice but to join the others right away.  I need to know what he has to
say in order to do my job.  I can finish getting dressed later.  It is not
as if I am intentionally exposing myself to the other people for any great
length of time.  I am naked when this sort of unexpected thing happen, and
I just have to stay naked until it is finished.  It can't be avoided.

   In time I have grown so accustomed to taking off my clothes in front of
other people that I often forget that I am doing it.

   I recall one time that I was carrying on a conversation with a new
waiter.  We were stripping down at the end of a shift, side by side.  It
was only when I noticed the man was looking everywhere than at my face that
it dawned on me how novel it all must seem for him.  I didn't make a fuss
about the new guy staring at my lower parts, nor about the direction that
his penis was pointing.  Because he had just now seen me without my
clothes, I had nothing left to hide from him.  And, I knew from experience
that this new guy would quickly figure out that there is nothing about my
body that is much different than any of the other naked women in the room.
When that happened he would "calm down".  If he didn't get his wandering
eyes under control, all I had to do was make a complaint to the lady in
charge of our shift, and the guy would discover that he was reassigned to
work with the Mexicans in the kitchen.

   My husband doesn't know that everyone shares the same change room at the
restaurant where I work.  He is a bit old-fashioned about that sort of
thing, and I am sure that he wouldn't approve.  Eventually he will probably
catch on.  I'll have to cross that bridge when I get to it.