UNDER.
A man’s head appeared UNDER my cubicle, from the cubicle next to me, on the right of mine.
My friend was in the cubicle on the left.
When I went to flick my wet swimsuit off my foot, his head touched my foot.
I swore and shouted at the top of my voice, the staff notified the police.
It was at Westminster Lodge Leisure Centre, in St Albans.
Feel free to complain, but I did so at the time.
In 1997.
That was my first and last experience of mixed sex changing.
Since then I only use pools and gyms with seperate womens’ areas, and I prefer to use them during women only sessions.
My gym even has a women only room. It’s pretty cool, because it means that I, an atheist, have lots of Muslim women friends.
The centre I use has womens’, mens’ and family change areas and seperate, one-person-at-a-time unisex areas (some for the use of disabled people exclusively) so no trans people are excluded.