I finally chose an Ivory fabric softener box from the laundry. I did not think anybody would notice it sitting on the shelf in the bathroom. The camera fitted nicely.
The camera was very fancy, motion sensor, auto focus, and even had a mode for automatic, 820.11b transmission to my laptop. But the pictures were also stored on the camera.
Cynthia and Carol shared the main bathroom, I had my own smaller shower. I set the camera up in the morning, after everybody else had gone to grad school. The first night, I got Cynthia's beautiful boobs just sticking out of her dressing gown, as she cleaned her teeth. The next evening I came home to find I had captured first Cynthia and later Carol getting into the shower. It was a bit foggy, but great pictures. I loved the pictures. Cynthia and Carol were real prudes. Although we shared a house, I never even got a glimpse of their underwear. They both always wore high necked dresses and blouses. They had a few men friends, but no steady boy friends. I think they were a little scared of men.
The next morning, I had to leave before I could check any more pictures, but I did notice some cold stares from Cynthia and Carol. I planned to meet my girl friend Penny for a movie that night, but first I had to go home to freshen up and have a quick meal before she came over.
But, she was there when I got home. The three women were sitting around the kitchen table when I walked in. They looked very serious and my camera and the Ivory Soap box were in the middle of the table.
"Peter, how could you!" accused Penny.
"This is you camera? Isn't it?"
"You are a pervert, what kind of person takes pictures of their house mates with a hidden camera?" Without a breath she went on, "Why are you taking naked pictures of other women? Look at these pictures. Terrible!"
I just stood there, ashen faces from this onslaught from my own girlfriend. Apparently she had been called when they found the camera.
"Penny, I am so glad that you see how shocked we are at finding this camera," interjected Cynthia. "I hate having my privacy invaded."
"Peter, is really a very shy person himself. I can't imagine why he would do this?" responded Penny.
"What are we going to do about it?" came Carol's first comment.
"You will have to punish him!" blurted Penny. "He has to be taught a lesson about privacy."
I thought that Penny was not very loyal. But, she was already making me feel very guilty.
"How would we do that?" asked Carol.
"Deprive him of his privacy. You can make him doing anything you like. He couldn't stand for people to know about this stupid act. I give you full permission to humiliate him in any way you can. He deserves it," answered Penny.
"What could we do to him that would stop him from ever doing this again?" asked Cythnia.
"As I told you, Peter is really a very private person. He hardly lets me see his body. He is also very conventional about sex. This camera thing must be some weird repression."
Cynthia and Carol nodded. They were starting to understand Penny's direction.
"OK, how do we start? What do we make him do?" asked Cythia.
"Just tell him to do what ever comes into your head. If he doesn't do it, I will dump him and spread it all over the Department. I know, why not start by making him do everything he caught on the camera? He will have to do it in front of us, just what he secretly photographed you doing."
Cynthia looked at me, looked back at Penny for more encouragement and then faced me squarely. "Peter, you are going to pay for what you did to us!"
I looked at Cynthia, a little surprised at her being so forthright. I also looked at Penny. She gave a fierce, angry stare. I knew I had to capitulate.
We all trooped into the shower. Penny carried my laptop which had the captured photos which had brought my downfall. She also carried the offending camera.
She stepped through the photos. They looked great on the full screen of the laptop. The camera started with Cynthia walking into the bathroom, fully dressed. She pulled her pants down to pee, but you could not see much.
"You want him to mimic this, right?" Penny looked to Cynthia and Carol for assurance.
Carol nodded, Cynthia said, "Sure, lets make him go through the entire thing."
"You heard, the women, pee for the camera!" ordered Penny.
This was not so hard, I turned to the toilet and undid my fly.
"No," said Carol, suddenly taking a role. "Follow what Cynthia did, you must sit to do it."
I stood in front of the three young women, and slowly slid down my pants to around my ankles. It was very undignified. I quickly sat on the toilet.
Penny moved on to the next pictures, which showed Cynthia starting to undress for the shower. There was a fabulous shot of here taking off her blouse and the frills of her white bra showing. Then she slid down her pants, showing her matching white underwear. She had a really great body, I had not realized before. I loved the photos of her stripping, quite unconscious of the camera. But I knew that I had to do the same, I was not alone. I had the three women staring at me. Plus, I noticed Penny had the camera running.
I also saw that Cynthia, in the flesh, was red faced. She was ashamed to see the photos I had taken of her. She was ashamed for us to see her beautiful body, even if only by photo. My feeling of guilt grew and I looked down.
Like, Cynthia, I stripped to my underwear - conscious of my own body and the bulge in my briefs.
Penny stepped to the next picture, Cynthia was nude and turning to the shower.
"OK Peter, you have to show all – just like Cynthia."
Cynthia was hating it. I had to face my fears, and drop my briefs.
Carol said, "Peter, now you are naked. How does it feel with us all looking at you?"
My guilt kept my eyes lowered, but there was a thrill in being stark naked in front of the three clothed women.
