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Tables Turned – Girls in Guys Locker room
With recent news about allowing biological males into female bathrooms and locker rooms, it seems a group of women in our area has taken it upon themselves to turn the tables on guys by invading their space. I have a female friend who works at TV news station and she caught wind of their next “protest” and it was going to be a racquetball place near where I live. They were going to have a video crew there to capture when the women entered the guys locker room!

So I had this fantasy of going over there a little in advance and getting undressed and into the shower. Then, get “caught by surprise” completely naked when the women started invading the locker room with camera crew in tow! And I fantasized that it would be a female camera crew and reporter and they’d barge into the shower area and assure me that my g******* would be pixelated, to which I would respond that I was more concerned that my face isn’t shown! The female reporter was talking to the camera just a few feet away from me, women were taking pictures/videos of her and I was in the background NAKED with a semi-hard-on, rinsing the shampoo from my hair under the shower! The reporter actually walked up to me and started asking questions while I was naked standing under the water spray. I went to grab my towel and someone had taken it – and taken the keys to my lock, too! I had no where to go as I waited for someone to check at front desk for my “lost key” – it seemed like forever as I stood there talking to the reporter and videographer. The camera was off but she was asking me questions about how I felt being naked with women in the locker room, how many women I estimated saw me naked, etc. She was obviously enjoying the moment and my embarrassment. And there were still some women wandering through the lock room and taking pictures of me and her talking – when I was naked!

She whispered a comment to me about my erection and how it won’t show when pixelated, asked me how old I was, and then commented “that explains why you still have pubic hair” or something like that! The facility manager (another female) came in, waving my key in her hand, and I was able to open my locker and get a towel and my clothes. The camera crew and reporter left. I was alone. My heart was pounding. Then, my friend who works at the station walked in – yeah, right into the guys locker room, and starts talking to me as I was finishing drying off and was still naked! She was like “I heard what happened, I was in the lobby watching the footage they took and I recognized you! And they said you were still here! OMG! What did you come here for if you knew this was going to happen? Did you want to be seen naked? OMG, you’re still hard! Oh, don’t be embarassed now, c’mon, everyone’s seen you naked, at least I’m a friend!” she said while staring at my erection. I put my clothes on while answering her questions and we walked out together. The reporter/camera crew were still in parking lot. They all assured me that if any of this airs on TV, they’ll pixelate my face and my g*******. Later that day, when I got home, I texted my friend and asked if I could see the footage and she said she’d bring her laptop over and could login to the station’s system and show it to me, but the files were too large to share.

New Confession

I am a 25-year-old virgin still trapped in my parents’ house, and I am putting my absolute darkest secret out into the open because I feel like I was reincarnated just to suffer. My life is a complete joke, and everything cucks me. I feel like I lost all purpose, and honestly, the only things holding me back from ending it are my parents and the social pressure and humiliation. I just want my own place to finally try out stuff like alcohol or hookers, or to get myself brutally dominated just to see if it makes me feel whole. But I get so cucked I cannot even leave the house outside of work or come a minute too late at home, and it is so draining.

Look at the architecture of who built me. My immigrant parents brought me here, couldn’t teach me the language, and threw me into special education where I was branded, bullied, and broken. The school bullies destroyed my self-worth. Even worse was a girl back then who publicly humiliated me while I wore track pants, sticking her finger slightly inside my b*** in front of others and then smelling it, while her profile bio literally said Alhamduillah, f*** her. Look at the adults who warped me: a mean babysitter who dominated me, and two female therapists in their 30s who had me lie on the ground, trampled me with their feet, and talked about how strong I am and how much weight I could take. That planted a sickness in me.

Look at my first crush who completely humiliated me, rejecting the necklace I got her and telling me to bring it to a reunion, calling me her sissy, and screenshotting my confession of love to send to her friends. I curse every single second and minute I wasted waiting for her texts. Then there was that female coworker with the age gap, my exact type. We had fun shifts, but she was a b**** who used me, made me do her bidding, and then replaced me. After she got the ick from learning too much about me, she isolated me, made others believe I had a crush on her, got me bullied, and drove me to call in sick until I got another job. I still stalk her profile pictures, freeze up when I see her, block and delete chats, and use AI to generate pictures of us out of sheer obsession.

My brain is a disaster. I have undiagnosed ADHD, autism, and aphantasia, meaning I cannot even properly visualize the opportunities I try to manifest. I cannot tie shoes, read a clock, or do basic math, which makes me feel retarded. I am right wing leaning against migration. I am literally the same race as these pieces of s*** out there raising the birth rates, mistreating women, and acting like gang rapists, but I am so cucked and useless. I hate my name, my culture, everything. I am smart enough to understand how backwards we are, even psy-opping myself with a BNWO fetish and plapping.

P*** addiction started early and completely destroyed my masculinity, sinking me into deep depression. I try to quit, I try to lose weight, but every time I try to improve, people trigger me. Everyone abuses me, uses me, and blocks me. I cant even move out because my parents get a panic attack, yet they expect me to marry and give them grandkids while they cuck me to oblivion. It all feels so cruel. I don’t even have any friends, even that was not wanted. I don’t even know how or if I can fix myself. Maybe putting this out here will change something, because this is my ultimate secret.

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