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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
theory, and an explanation of the proper way to move at the dancer's bar, that was about all we did for the two hours of class. There was not much more she could do with us. This was the first time on a dance floor for most of those in the class. At last Toni told us that next week we would start working on some ballet positions, and called the class over. I was tired, but I did not hurt as I had after the rehearsal with Tina. I guessed that all the exercises this week were getting my muscles used to this, and I was right. I was becoming a dancer, but there was still a long way to go. Liz followed the group into the dressing room carrying a fish bowl full of little slips of paper. "Only two at a time in the shower!" she called out. "Draw a number for your turn! Matching numbers shower together!" I turned to see where Patty went guessing that we would be exceptions, but Liz stepped in front of me. "Take a number, Bobbi," she said. "When we said that you had to be just one of the girls to fit in, we meant it." She held the fish bowl out, and I took a piece of paper. On it was the number 6. I wondered who my shower partner would be. I walked back to my locker to take my clothes off. I saw Patty there, but she had drawn an 8, so we would not be together. I stripped down to my panties, and put on a terry cloth robe. I slipped my panties off from under the robe without dislodging my penis from its tuck, and waited for my turn. I knew that I could not ... keep my penis tucked between my legs in the shower. I was about to see a live woman totally naked for the first time in my life, and I was going to be totally naked too. Most males would have jumped at this chance, but I was nothing short if terrified! I had never been naked in front of a woman since I was in diapers. I felt no sexual attraction toward women, and I had trouble imagining that any of them would feel any sexual attraction toward me. Sexuality did not enter my mind at all. What was causing some emotional conflict was the old taboos of society that I learned as I had grown up. Being nude with other boys around was something that I had done in high school. It was even condoned in the gym class shower, but never with girls around. That taboo was about to receive the same "one, two, three, KICK!" that we did on the chorus line. "Six!" Liz called out as two girls emerged from the shower. I rose to go in, and so did Pamela. "Well," she said, "I guess we're together." She looked as nervous as I felt as we entered the shower room. I closed the door behind us, but did not latch it. In a minute there would be nothing to hide. The shower room was really just a big double size stall with two shower heads jutting out from one wall, and a little bench outside the area of the spray on the opposite wall. The shower room at "The Gilded G****" was bigger, and at least had a "modesty panel" between the two heads. This one had no such ...