Running topics are once again taking a back seat as my mentor directs me, against my wishes, to write about my experiences as I’m prepared for a future role, in which I turned getting dressed in the morning into a show for the woman who lived next door.

The woman who took over the lease next door to me was a co-worker at an insurance agency with the former tenant and had visited once before when I did my thing in front of the window. When she moved in, she put up a wall screen that covered most of her window. My interpretation was that she wasn’t interested in my morning shows.

Another woman in her mid-30’s often came over first thing in the morning who I later learned was another co-worker at the insurance agency. I assumed she was there to provide support to her friend and co-worker, and possibly to dissuade me from doing my thing.

It was surprising that mentor did not push me to disrobe while the two were there. I noticed small signs that I was misinterpreting, but being the cautious person I am, I didn’t act on it.

Over time I noticed signs that suggested my “performances” were desired and they’d be positively received. Mentor advised me it was time.

As before, I presented myself in various ways and mentor advised me to do this and that in order to add interest for my next door audience.

Though I couldn’t see through my neighbor’s sheer curtain, at times while performing close to my window, as I kept myself shielded from being seen by anyone else, she often strolled slowly past another, uncovered window. I took that as a sign that she approved of my behavior.

Like the previous tenant, she had a guy, and he worked out of town often. Though I chatted with my friendly neighbor on occasion, like before, it was typical neighbor-chat, and there was never any discussion of, or interaction beyond our morning ritual.

Also like before, as time went on, I was disheartened by mentor pushing me to take more risks. One morning, mentor suggested my neighbor was usually up well before my regular start time, and I should do something special. I did not want to do this, but as always, I was compelled.

Soon after this advice was given, one morning my neighbor’s grandfather walked into view in the breezeway between our places. His eyes wavered slightly as if he’d seen me peripherally and wanted to look directly. I don’t know how much he saw, but I immediately went into damage control.

My neighbor’s grandfather came over occasionally to check on her, and I’d talked to him on a previous visit. He was likeable, and I’d told him I’d watch out for her. As you can see, I did more than watch out for her.

The grandfather left and as the next few days passed, no one knocked on my door or confronted me about what happened. Apparently I dodged a bullet again.

This wasn’t the only incident in which I was caught in the window. In each case, instead of being allowed to do the sensible thing and refraining, mentor again compelled me to continue the show the next morning as if nothing had happened. I know this caused some grief to my neighbor.

After a few months, her lease was up and she moved out. An elderly couple from Kentucky moved into the apartment, and they often brought over a slice of freshly baked homemade pie that was very delicious.

Enough time has passed that it’s apparent I escaped mostly unscathed, as far as know, and up to now. I feel an attachment to the women next door because I saw traits in them that I admired, and despite my behavior, I think somehow, they’d not developed a negative attitude toward me. Though we were separated by two windows and several feet of concrete, an intimacy had developed in our morning ritual, and I wished there was a way I could have talked to them more often.

If you missed an earlier, much shorter post, My Daily Stress, I explain why I must do these things and who mentor is.

This is a continuation of the previous post which has nothing to do with running. My mentor has instructed me to use this platform to tell about my experiences as I’m prepared for a future role.

In the last post I wrote about undressing in front of a window in my living room so that I could be seen by a young woman who lived next-door. I didn’t think it wise to do this, but mentor compels me to do things against my will.

This daily undressing quickly changed from just changing my clothes to putting on a show. Along the way, my neighbor gave small signs that she liked the show even though I couldn’t see her because of the sheer curtain covering her window. This allowed me to overcome my resistance to do this every morning before leaving for work. A couple times, after my “performance”, my neighbor came outside and waved good-by as I left for work. It relieved me that what I was doing was not being received negatively.

As the weeks passed, I became less enthused to continue. It seemed that it was becoming old hat for my neighbor. However, mentor pushed me to continue and take increasing risks. I started “performing” after coming home from evenings out which I was in no mood to do. It was very risky as there were more people in the household than just her.

Also, whenever I stood close to the window, I was visible to several residences. I always monitored the outside environment, but someone could be looking out their window, and it might be hard for me to notice. One morning this happened, and I noticed too late.

Across the street, two women were watching and retreated when they saw me look their way. I immediately stopped and short time later, a vehicle pulled up in front of my neighbor’s apartment.

The guy eyed my place before getting out and knocking on my neighbor’s door. She stepped outside and they talked for a few minutes. She had an expression of deep concern the entire time. She did not smile or appear at ease. Was this guy a plainclothes policeman?

He did most of the talking, and it appeared she was giving short responses to whatever he was asking. In the end, he returned to his vehicle and drove away.

I’ve written before that it’s my nature to be cautious. After something like this, of course I’d cool it. But the next morning I was directed by my unrelenting mentor to resume my performances.

Eventually, the woman next door moved away. With all the risk-taking, I’m lucky there weren’t any big, negative incidents. Involving my neighbor also put her at risk, but I’m grateful for her care in keeping our arrangement under wraps.

I thought my risk-taking performances had finally come to an end. However, a new tenant next door was another young woman. My next post will describe how mentor insisted my performing career continue.

For readers who wonder why I am doing these things, and who “mentor” is, it can be found in a previous post, My Daily Stress.

I’m called upon once again by my discarnate mentor to write about experiences as I am prepared for a future role, so another vacation from running topics.

As I’ve mentioned before, I must do many things that I would not choose on my own. Often there is a sexual aspect to this. I’ve written previously about a sexual fantasy in which I disrobed as a woman watched and how it recently became almost 100% accurately manifested in reality.

In this case, a tall, young woman moved into the unit next door and had a good view into my “apartment”. I was working outside one day and she came up to me and introduced herself. She was friendly and out-going.

Not long after this, as I got dressed one morning, mentor instructed me to do so in front of the window. I did not think this a wise idea, nor did I the next morning when I was told to do so again. However, both mornings I stripped off everything I had on and then quickly put my clothes on. Because of a sheer curtain on her window that allowed her to see into my place, but prevented me from seeing in, I did not know if she saw.

I was given a break for a few days, and one morning after returning from a run, I dawdled getting into the shower. Without any input from mentor, I happened to notice signs that the woman next door and a visiting friend were monitoring me, expecting that I’d be changing.

I was relieved this happened because of the risk I’d taken. It signaled my undressing had been noticed and without any apparent negative reaction which was very important because the following week I would be sent to the window again and do more than just change my clothes.

For a few months, nearly every morning before my work day, I “performed” in front of the window. Knowing that I had a receptive audience, and receiving small signs along the way signaling approval, I became less worried about negative consequences.

However, mentor pushed me to do things that involved greater risk, and it turned out that others caught glimpses of my performances. In the next post, I will continue with this topic. For readers who haven’t read a previous post, My Daily Stress, I explain why I must do these things.