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 ï>¿How I became this way

   I assume my exibitionist tendencies started when I was in junior high.
My fathers friend ran an advertizing agency and told my parents I would be
perfect for a clothing model, for weekly newspaper inserts and catalogs.  I
was flattered by it and begged my parents to let me do it.  The pay was
decent but not overwhelming and my parents opened a savings accout for me.
At first I only modeled jeans, blouses and dresses but after a few months
was asked to model pajamas and under garments.  My father was apposed to it
at first but my mother and I talked him into letting me do it.  Some of the
studios had little privacy and it was embarrassing several times when I was
undressed and some of the boy models or other men saw me, particially or
fully naked.  I started to realize they were walking in purposely to see me
or the other girls.  Most of the others became angry when it happened but
for some reason I didn't get to upset about it and began to enjoy it when
they did see me naked.  I was developed rather well for my age and could
tell how excited they were seeing me that way.  I would linger in between
photo sessions and stay naked longer than necessary hoping one or more of
them would see me.  I never did it when my mother was there but as I got
older I was alone more often.  I began telling her she made me nervous when
she watched, so she began dropping me off at the studio for the three or
four hours each week.  Over the next year most of the boy models had seen
me naked many times and all the men who worked there.  It excited me so
much I began masturbating more than ever and and just knew how I excited
them, just by their reactions.  It pleasured me knowing I had the power to
arouse them but I always acted suprised that they were looking at me.  My
photos apperead in a number of catalogs and fliers but by the time I got to
high school I was to old and no longer did it.  Thats when I started
missing it and not so much because of the money or my picture being seen
all the time but mostly because I was unable to expose myself any more.  I
began letting my brothers friends see me naked whenever I could but even
that didn't satisfy me enough mainly because it wasn't possible most of the
time.  There was only a small portiion of the girls locker room where
someone could se in from the hallway but not many of the boys bothered
looking in.  It wasn't an area where girls would generally be undressed but
I was able a few times to stand naked there if no other girls were in the
locker room at the time.  Even that was a rare occassion when a male would
see me nude and I became frustrated with my inability to expose myself.  A
few boyfriends saw me naked and even though I had oral sex with two and
masturbated them it still didn't completely satisfy me.  I joined a swim
club near college and after a few months discovered that one of the windows
at the rear of the building was hidden by a large trash dsumpster.  It was
never open at all and one day I opened it to see where it was located. 
Anyone could go behind the dumpster right up to the window and see in
without being seen outside.  I thought it would be great if some guy would
look in and see me naked since there were two shower stalls on the end that
would be in plain sight from outside the window.  The problem was that I
don't think any of the guys knew that window was there.  Weeks went by and
all the sudden it hit me.  What if I were to email a few guys telling them
about that window and let them know about times it would be open a bit.  It
took a week or so but I was able to get an email address for three guys
that I had never met.  I borrowed a lap top from one of the boys in my
class and used it to send emails to the three of them.  Making it sound
like another guy was telling them I explained about the window behind the
dumpster.  There were very few people at the pool between 5 and 6 pm
paticularly on Tuedays and Wednesdays, so I mentioned rhat time frame in
each email.  I knew all three of them were friends and just hoped the guy
in my class wouldn't find out what I had done with his computer.  The
following day which was a Tuesday, I only opened the window a small crack
but just enough for them to look inside.  Only two out of the six shower
stalls are visable from the window so I went in the end one about 5:10 pm.
There was no one else in the shower room but I could tell there were at
least two guys outside.  I was nevous about it but went right into the
shower letting them see me naked.  Since that first Tuesday which is almost
seven months ago I don't know how many guys have seen me shower.  There are
two to four guys there every Tuesday and Wednesday looking in at me.  I
began shaving my pubic hair in front of them and now maturbate as they
warch at least one of those nights.  I am so aroused knowing they are
watching me but am not sure which ones or how many are there every week.  I
didn't think about it when I first started doing this but they have seen a
few other girls shower also.  My one girlfriend was in the shower next to
me one night and I know a few of the guys saw her also.  I didn't intend
that to happen but I can't tell her about it.  All these guys are
upperclasssmen and a few have spoken to me at times but I'm not sure which
ones have watched me.  I'm sure the three I sent the emails to have but am
not sure how many others have.  It just excites me so much I can't explain
how turned on I get from it.  There have been four or five girls who were
in the shower next to me a few times and I do feel bad that I also exposed
them to these guys.  Last month I began putting a small sign in the shower
saying out of order.  Its not right for me to subject other girls to what I
am doing.  I do believe the years I was modeling caused me to behave the
way I do now.  I guess I always liked the way guys looked at me.  The one
guy says hello to me all the time and knows my name.  I don't see them
often but do know they have brought other guys with them sometimes.  The
glass on the window is painted so I can't even see there reflection when
I'm in the shower but I know they are there and sometimes they push the
window up more than the way I left it.  I can see there eyes sometimes but
can't tell who they are.  All I need to know is that they see me which
arouses me every time.