For some strange reason when I was in my teens, something that sexually excited me was bad hygiene. And when my sister made rules for me that I had to shower and change my underwear daily, it almost seemed like a challenge to figure out how to break those rules without getting caught.
My first attempt was to just not take a shower one evening and see if she noticed. I didn’t do anything particularly sneaky, just planned it on a night when I knew she had other things going on and might be too busy to pay attention to my shower. I was wrong. When I went to bed that night, she followed me into my room and punished me for not showering. Part of the punishment, of course, was I had to actually take a shower.
Having failed at that, I decided to try to experiment with not changing my underwear. She was having me actually show her my dirty underwear every night as evidence that I changed it. And my dirty laundry basket was now being kept in her room so I couldn’t just be sneaky and show her the same dirty pair every night. But I did notice she wasn’t really looking at the dirty underwear, just confirming that it was in fact a pair of my panties. So how would she know if it was dirty?
So each night I started showing her a clean pair of panties, and she would take it and put it in the laundry. Easy. I was so pleased with myself that I no longer had to change every day that I started changing them very infrequently. Every week she would wash a batch of already clean panties, and never knew any better.
The shower was more tricky, but I quickly figured out that she never actually witnessed me showering, just saw me go into the bathroom and heard the water running. There was nothing saying I had to actually get into the water, and I figured as long as I came out with wet hair she would never know.
So within about a month of the new rule, I was back to my old ways of neither showering or changing my underwear, and I was pretty proud of myself.
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