Sadly, no, I am not making that up. I pretended I could shoot some kind of power beam from my penis to defeat the bad guys... I was eventually caught by my mother and she was pretty upset about it. Based on that and a number of other things, I became a very shy, self-concious adult. I would be sure to always be as covered-up as possible. In summer, I never wore shorts, no matter how hot it was, let alone take off my shirt. I was so shy about every part of my body I wouldn't even go barefoot. I could occasionally be coaxed to go to the beach with my adult on vacation, but that took some effort and by the time I was about 10 or so, I stopped. The only time I would be nude (aside from the bath/ shower) was when I would go to sleep. I gradually went from pajamas, to just pajama bottoms, to underwear and finally to sleeping nude.
In my late groups and early 20's, I made an effort to confront my fears. I faced my fear of heights by going rockclimbing and I faced my self-conciousness by going to a nudist resort. It took a bit of looking to find a resort that would admit a single male in his early 20's, but I found one about a 45 minute or so drive away.
I was rather nervous, my stomach flip-flopping the whole drive over. When I got there, the pools were in view of the parking area. Seeing all those naked people made me both nervous and excited. Shaking, I managed to get undressed and walk over to the pool area. I thought there were too many people to face at once, so I decided to walk around the grounds a bit. As I did, there was an older couple that came from the pool and walked along behind me. I kept thinking "ahh! They're seeing my bum!" and I found a bench to sit on. They smiled as the passed, but I was a bit of a wreck. I finally forced myself to go to the pool area and I lay down on my blanket.
I was amazed at the people there, free, old, skinny, plump. Mainly I was surprised at the number of groups and adults. I felt rather jealous of them and wondered how my life would have been different had I grown up in a nudist adult. Would I be more confident? I would certainly have been more willing to go to the beach with my high-school friends, something I had never done and thus I had missed a lot of fun.
Finally, I got up and walked over to the pool and as I did, a groupaged female in the adult that had been sitting nearby looked at me and smiled. I remember thinking "Oh, no she's seeing *it*." But all she did was smile and turn back to her parents.
All in all I stayed only about 2 1/2 or 3 hours, since I had to leave to go to work. But by the time I left, I felt very comfortable. I actually didn't want to leave. I didn't go again that year, but made sure to go the next.