I would hoard junk food hiding it in my room and by thr time I was 12 I weighed 140 lbs and got even heavier as a teen. The fact that friends and relitives told me I had a pretty face had little effect on my self esteem. I envied other girls and desperatly wanted to be able to wear clothes like them and be attractive to the boys, which I never was. I was probably 19 by the time I decided to do anything about it and it took years for me to get into the shape I am now. I am so happy with myself today I can't explain why I let myself get so out of control when I was younger. Other kids avoided me and I would avoid talking to the kids in school. I was teased and ridiculed often and became very introverted because of it. I kept to myself most of the time and had very few friends.

Down the street from my house was a small convenience store where I bought all my candy and junk food. Mel owned the store and his sister worked there along with two or three other people at different times.I would purposely wait until one of the others took over so they wouldn't know how much candy and junk I actually got. I didn't want any of them to tell my mom about all the candy I would buy. My mom and dad knew Mel for many years and even though I was heavy, I was always helpful with my mom cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Mel was older than my parents and lived alone on the second floor of the store. He was in the store sometimes but the other people worked it most of the time.

When I was 13 Mel asked me if I would like to clean up for him in the store and his apartment upstairs. He told me how much my mom would tell him how I helped her at home. My mom said it was ok so when it started I just went everyday after school and swept the store out and then go up to his apartment and do dishes or wash for him. Every Saturday I cleaned his apartment and did his wash for him. I didn't make very much money but I was thrilled that I was able to buy more junk to hide in my room and even stole some candy bars from time to time. Mel didn't pay much attention to me but I began to see him in his underware all the time and would get glimpses of him naked coming out of the bathroom.

I never said anything to him and after a short while he was always in his underware when I went upstairs. He wore boxer shorts all the time and many times the fly would be open enough for me to see his penis. As much as I know now that he intentionally did this, at the time I didn't think he was doing it on purpose. One day he just said to me that he hopes I don't mind him being dressed like that. I guess I told him I didn't mind and he just told me he likes to be comfortable when he is at home. I really didn't mind seeing him like that and admit I liked seeing his penis and did like seeing him naked. I saw my cousins penis before but never saw a mans penis and certainly never saw a naked man. Mel was a nice looking man and although I considered him old he was probably only about 40 at the time and was not fat like I was and had a nice build.

On Saturdays I was always there for three or four hours and would sweep the store first and dust the shelves. I spent most of the time in his apartment where there was always dishes and laundry to do. When I was in his apartment he was always there but we didn't talk to much. He mostly just told me what he wanted me to do that day and it was generally very easy because things were never real messy there. Before I went up to his apartment I always opened the door from the store first and tell him I was on my way up. Months had gone by and one Saturday he told me not to hollar up to him in case he was sleeping or taking a nap. He said if he was still asleep on Saturdays not to wake him and that I could just go in his bedroom to get his dirty clothes from the hamper. The following week when I went into hs room he was totally naked on his bed with the door wide open. I just stood there looking at him for awhile and finally went in and got his dirty clothes. I went about the apartment cleaning up and tried to be real quiet about it. I do admit going to his doorway many times just to look at him. After an hour or so he got up and went into the shower just saying hello to me. When he came out of the batroom he was still naked and asked me if I did his laundry yet, just standing in front of me with the towel over his shoulder. I think it embarrassed me when he did that but I never said anything.

I thought about telling my mom but never did because I was afraid she wouldn't let me clean for him anymore. After that I began seeing him naked sometimes even after school when I just went up to do the dishes or some other small thing. I saw him naked every Saturday and it usually started with him being naked in bed. For the longest time I actually believed he was really asleep even when I could see him getting erections. He always got up after I was there for about an hour and would always go naked to the bathroom to shower. He began coming out with a short bathrobe on with no underware and never had it tied. I think I should have been fearful of him now that I think about it but I never was. He never tried to touch me or do anything to me sexually and never even spoke of anything sexual. The only times I didn't see him naked on Saturdays were if I was away or at a school event. As soon as I went into his apartment he was always in bed sleeping naked. Over the first year or so I would continually look in at him while I was there. I realized later he was puposely exposing himself to me but must admit I took advantage of seeing him like that. He would roll over in different positions while I was there even exposing himself from the rear with his legs wide apart. I could clearly see his scrotum and anus most of the time and he would more often get erections. There were very few conversations between us and he began to wear the bathrobe without underware even during the week. He did things around the apartment as though I wasn't even there. He never seemed to look at me directly in my eyes and it seemed he just went around like he was alone all the time.

I didn't ever tell any of my few friends about it and Mel seemed like me seeing him naked all the time was just the way things were. The longer I kept coming into his apartment the more unconcered he seemed to be about being naked in front of me and would sometimes be in the kitchen getting someting with only a towel over his shoulder. It seemed like he was ingnoring my presance even though he would have erections more and more. The first time I saw him masturbating I was probably 15. I was cleaning up the kitchen and he just sat in the living room on the chair. He never looked towards me the whole time and I just stood and watched him cum. I just turned around to the sink when he got up and went into the bathroom. A short time later he came out in his boxer shorts. All he said to me was that he had to relieve himself sometimes and hopes it doesn't offend me. I don't think I even said anything and just shook my head or shrugged my shoulders. I knew what masturbation was by that time but never thought I would see him do that.

From then on I not only saw him naked but many times watched him masturbate both on the chair in the living room and also while he was in his bed. That year he sold the store and moved out and I never saw him again. The new people that owned the store hired me and I worked there part time all through college. I started to diet when I was 19 and it took me 3 years before I was able to wear decent clothes. I'm engaged now and am getting married this coming year. I have many friends now and am no longer self concious about my appearance. I laugh about the time with Mel now and have told many of my friends about it even my future husband, but still never told my mom. He obviously had no sexual interest in me during those years and was only interseted in exposing himself. As odd as it sounds I was never afraid of Mel and even today don't understand how he never showed any signs of embarrassment when I saw him naked and especially when he knew I was watching him masturbate. I assume he was a pervert to a degree but mostly just an exibitionist. I don't admit this to my boyfriend or any of my friends but I did like seeing him naked. I also looked forward to watching him masturbate and wonder sometimes if he knew I enjoyed it. Not one time over those years did either of us mention his nudity or the fact that he always exposed himself to me. I think now that my silence about it encourage Mel to behave the way he did even though I could never admit that to anyone. The last year or so of it I knew he was aroused by me watching him all the time but still said or did nothing to discourage him.