A few years ago I was a bit of show off in gymnastics class. At any opportunity I would perform and enjoy all the other girls watching me.

On this particular day I had almost forgotten my leotard, and had to rush back home and grab it from my drawer, in which I kept my collection of some 20 different ones!

It was only when I was pulling it on, that I realised is was one of my old ones that was a size or so too small. I had no choice but to squeeze into it.

The lesson when well and I enjoyed it all so much, that I soon forget about its tight fit.

At the end of the class the teacher left to go through our routines. We all then watched each other perform.

Soon it was my turn, as usual everyone's eyes were peeled to watch the star pupil. I strutted onto centre stage, complete in my tight black leotard, my blonde hair perfectly tied back in a bun and a slight touch of make-up. I felt good and in the mode to show off!

I went through a number of energetic moves and finished with the splits1 instead of a clap and gasps of adoration, there was giggles and pointing, and a lot of pink faces!

I looked down towards my crotch to see that the old leotard fabric had given way in the most embarrassing place! My perfectly shaved parts were now on show to the world!

I hurriedly got up and rushed to the changing room, followed by my hysterical so-called friends!