Nipples Galore

If you're a guy and you live in the KL vicinity, would you consider squeezing into a fetching pair of fishnet stockings, donning a wig, dusting on some make-up and sashaying so they believe you?

Too macho for that?

Pity. My gym locker room is like no place I've ever been in Malaysia. Turn around and you're confronted with a pair of nipples unashamed as some girl, who has just worked out, examines her breasts critically, trying to decide if she's lost weight there. Even better, today, her friend keeps poking her perky boobies, to help her decide.

I avert my eyes, with typical Jacobean embarrassment. We don't do nudity in our family. No, not even among the sisters.

I think the women are becoming more comfortable, with each other, with the gym, and just can't be bothered to trudge all the way to one of the showers, to disrobe. No, they do it in front of you, with a lack of self consciousness that I both envy and eviscerate.

Sometimes, they strip off their knickers (although this is rarer) and there they are, perfect long tanned bodies for all to see, while they pull on their fancy gym doodads which probably cost more than my last three outfits put together. The type of girls who don't sweat at the gym, they glow and acquire that attractive rosy flush.

Geez, re-reading this post, I think I'm not pretending about the lesbian thing any more...I just well might be.