Christian changed his clothes right in front of me, not even bothering to wait until I left the room. Obviously, I can't see him change, so I willingly closed my eyes – 90% closed, just a little peek wouldn't hurt, right? But, oh my, his body! I quickly turned around and began searching for my outfit for the day, while he was carefreely changing behind me.
It's good for boys; they don't have to worry about getting exposed at all. In fact, it seems like they've been preparing for this moment their whole lives.
It didn't take him more than a minute to change, and finally, after he left the room, I got my turn to change. This was a fifteen-minute process. In my defense, I'd like to say that I'm a girl, and we have to do more than just slip into our outfits. We have to take care of our hair,
