For many guys my age the first girl they saw naked in real-life was either some mid-puberty lucky hook-up,  a stupid teen romance or those that unfortunately caught a female member of the family naked (by accident I hope). However I feel like I am part of an elite group. An elite group of men that for the sake of others, I hope only consists of me. As embarrassing and awkward as your first naked view might have been, mine was as disgusting and traumatizing as it can get for an innocent thirteen year old boy.

Many factors contribute to the totality of how bad it was:

First of all I was on an exchange trip to France and was staying with a small family with two sisters, the elder being fifteen and the younger being my age and my exchange partner. Stuck away from home and about to hit a very grown up mark in your life with no warning is not a good thing.

Secondly the mother (looking back, a hot MILF), my exchange partner and the sister all had big boobies (despite being young) which was awesome. And my partner often wore tight sweaters which was even more awesome. The drawback: the older sister also had down-syndrome.

Thirdly… that was the sister I saw.

Now to clarify, I’m not mocking the mentally-challenged at all, I’m not mocking those with down-syndrome, but there is no man out there who wants his first realistic impression of a naked girl to be disabled like this for a multitude of ethical, superficial and perfectly understandable reasons. However in hindsight I’m going to exploit it for entertainment.

So I’m in my room, listening to the only two CDs I owned. So as I’m singing along quite poorly the urge to pee hits me. Hard. So I venture out into the bungalow house, where, although I can’t see anyone in the living room or along the corridor to the toilet, I’m pretty sure at least some of the family is around. The toilet door is, just being left as I enter the living room from the corridor where my room, closed but as a smart kid I assume it might be in use.

 I knock.

No answer.

But I remain cautious, how embarrassing would it be to see a complete stranger naked and live with them for the rest of the week?

So I slowly turn the door handle and call out ‘est-ce que quelqu’on en train d’utiliser la toilette?’ I don’t know if that’s right, or even if that’s exactly what I said at the time, but hey, it gets the question across.

No answer.

I enter slowly and swing the door open as I see no one is in the bath/shower. The way the room is set-up with the wall to my left jutting out means I unfortunately can’t see the toilet which is in the top-left corner and the bath-tub straight ahead in the top-right.

Slowly with caution and still calling out, even though I’m pretty sure I’m safe, I poke my head round the wall to just make sure the toilet isn’t in use.

Sitting there, butt-naked and hence tits and vagina on display to my fragile little thirteen year old mind is the completely naked figure of a fifteen year old down-syndrome girl with an extremely pale body and rather large. For a brief moment my mind freezes as I take in the visible green veins under pale skin and the hair which soft-core pornography had not yet enlightened me on or prepared me for. I think around this time my eyes meet that of the poor girl’s and for some reason we didn’t instantly fall in love. Remembering how her hair looked and the pale skin reminds me of the girl in The Ring movie. Harsh but fair.

I then ran out, got to my room, shut the door and prayed that she didn’t tell the family of this incident as I could not deal with that conversation in English, let alone French.

I have been asked since if I was tempted to try and get my sexy on. My thirteen year old self doesn’t understand the question and the present me needs professional help. On the other hand I do love big boobies.