A shower. Something that I have taken for granted for so many years has now become a luxury. Why? Well, because I have to bide my time and jockey for stall position to wash away the dirt of the day.
For most people here it is not that big of a deal, but for me it is. I happen to be on the shy side and a lot on the insecure side. I have never been one comfortable with being naked in public or even in semi-private. I always lock the bathroom door at home, always. I do not walk around my home naked, even when I am all by myself and the mere thought of showering at a gym shower full of people would send me into a panic.
So I now find myself in the military 7000 miles from home and sharing showering facilities with the masses. Thankfully, it is not an open shower like so many have told me about in basic training. No we have these portable shower trailers that house three toilets, three shower stalls and three sinks with accompanying mirrors. However, all is not perfect.
My problem seems to stem from the undressing and dressing and the crowd control of these trailers. If one other person is in there I can manage, but with more than one I cannot bring myself to enter.
When I do find times when the showers are lightly populated I step into the stall and draw the curtain and then disrobe. Once I am done with the shower I dry off and re-dress in the shower stall before stepping into the common area.
I know like anyone wants to or would look at me. That does not matter. Its just how I am made that makes me this way and at this age it will not be changing anytime soon.
Plus, I do not like it crowded, because other men go all full monty and to be honest I don't want to see their pasty white asses either.
When I get home I will never take a shower for granted again!
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