So I grew up at this boarding school for kids that couldn't be taken care of by their families. We stayed in homes made for 12 or so kids at a time. Twice a year we had to do fire drills.

We'll this one time, they never told us it was gonna happen. It was not the usual time of year when they do it, and it was far later in the day than normal. I'd just come home from school, and I wanted to take a bath before starting on my homework. I think I was 12 at the time, which didn't really matter, since I was in a training bra at 8. So by this time, I was fairly busty, and going through puberty so I was curving out, but still in that awkward ugly duckling phase. I was really self conscious aboit my body.

Anyways, so I had just stripped down, and turned on the water for the bath, when I hear it. The fire alarm was pretty loud in the carpetted parts of the home, but in that tiny room, with no sort of soft fabric to dampen the sound, it was positively deafening.

So I have Brontophobia, which is the fear of loud noises, and the loudest noise ever goes off. So my first reaction, is to run the fuck away. So I scrambled toward the door at the end of the hall. It was my salvation, and I sum bled onto the landing, but ass naked. And there, in the street, amongst all of the girl's I lived with, was a gaggle of pre-pubescent boys, staring at my naked body, and snickering as I stood there, frozen, in shock, spread eagle for all the world to see, naked as the day I was born.