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It was pretty small for a full bath, and it was located immediately off the equally-small living room at the very front of the house, where I had been watching TV. After I had finished relieving myself, I opened the bathroom door to leave. And there was Freddy, standing in the doorway, intentionally blocking my exit from the bathroom. I got very scared, and I quickly backed away from Freddy. He was at least 6 inches taller than me, and physically much bigger than I was. He was also three years older than me. And although I can't divulge just how young I was at the time, what I can tell you is that puberty hadn't become a distant memory for me yet. Freddy had me cornered in the small bathroom, and I could tell from the no-nonsense look on his face that he was "up to no good." And I realized that Freddy wanted something "naughty" from me. Why else would he have chosen to corner me in the bathroom? A thousand different thoughts raced through my mind, one right after another. For example, I thought about how Freddy had to have been waiting right outside the bathroom door the whole time that I was peeing, and about how he must have been intentionally listening to me, as my urine was splashing into the toilet bowl underneath me. At first, I assumed that Freddy probably wanted to see my boobs. I knew that the boys at school always seemed to make such a big deal out of seeing a girl's breasts. So when Freddy initially blocked my exit from the bathroom, I began to mentally prepare myself for what I thought would be me taking off my blouse and showing him my bare breasts. And because of how I felt about my own breasts, that thought truly terrified me! At the time, I was literally ashamed to let any boy see what my bare breasts looked like--much less a real jerk, like Freddy. But I also knew that Freddy most likely wasn't going to give me a choice in the matter. 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But at the same time, I was also very relieved that I wasn't going to have to show Freddy my boobs, as I had originally assumed. "What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear me?" Freddy asked, as he took another small step towards me, and then quickly added, much more forcefully this time (and in English, instead of Spanish), "Pull down your pants!" I thought to myself, Well okay, so Freddy wants to teen see my panties, instead of my boobs. I guess that's not so bad. If I go ahead and show him my panties, maybe that'll make him happy, and he'll let me leave. And believe it or not, the idea of me showing Freddy my panties didn't really bother me too terribly much. After all, I had been happily showing my panties to boys--as well as homemade to other girls--throughout my entire childhood. 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