Anonymous
Tue, 17 Sep 02, 9:13 AM
Well.......here's some more. I debated, with myself, as to where to go next. I decided to jump over one incident that isn't directly related to wetting, although, to me, it was important to my ever widening knowlege of wetting. I'll start with the school Variety Show in this post and then, if I haven't bored you all to tears, the Junior Prom in the next.
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My "purposeful" wetting slowed drastically following my return from the skiing trip with Gwen and her family. I was actively involved in any number of school activities and two of them (Year Book and Variety Show) required a lot of time as we headed for Easter. Thankfully, cheering was soon over.Of course, added to that was the everyday homework for school. I found myself too tired to really get "into" wetting, settling for an occasional peeing of my panties as I took a shower. The thought process necessary to plan and clean up afterwards for anything more was more effort than it was worth.
As the basketball season wore down I found myself having a "crush" on the star of the team. I'd find myself having dreams about being together with him. One night, while studying on my bed, he called. I couldn't believe it was really him. When he finally got off the phone I found myself quite aroused. Without really thinking, I ran down the hall and grabbed my bath towel from the bathroom. I shut my door and took off my jeans as I folded the towel in thirds. I put it on the bed on top of the bedspread and then climbed on the bed. Kneeling, I squatted over the towel with my hand between my legs and on my panties and let out some pee. I then lay face down with my left arm wrapped around my pillow and my hand still between my legs. From the notes in my diary, I really enjoyed myself. So much so that I ended up falling asleep like that. My mother, having not seen me for some time, came upstairs and knocked. When I didn't answer she opened the door. By then I'd rolled onto my side. From the doorway she could see the towel and my still damp bottom. She shook me awake and demanded to know what I was doing.
For any of you who read my first postings (Don't you dare!!) you'll remember my mother as being quite demanding. She'd mellowed somewhat but, in this situation, she was back to her old personna. We'd never been particularly close and had never had a "mother/daughter" talk. Sex and sexuality were certainly not mentioned and everything I'd learned had been from health classes, magazines and my friends. So here she was, demanding to know what I was doing, and I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. By then I'd learned that the truth, as much as it may hurt at the time, is best. The dilemma was in what words to use. Knowing my mother's prudish ways I was afraid to use the words I'd learned and sometimes used with my friends. After a few false starts i finally stammered out that I had "feelings down there" and that the only way I could address them was with my fingers. Of course it took longer than that to get it out and, by the time I did, I was crying. I have no idea what she said at that time but after I'd calmed down I was basically told that it was "dirty" and not to do it any more. For the next week or so there was a strained silence between the two of us. So that, along with being so busy, had put my interest in wetting "on hold".
The Variety Show was really a talent showcase. I didn't have any but enjoyed the whole idea of it. I'd been a part of the production of it from my freshman year and had put enough effort into it to be designated as an Assistant Director. That put me in line to possibly become THE Director in my senior year. The majority of the acts consisted of singing, dancing and people playing musical instruments. Scattered thoughout were silly skits "borrowed" from TV, or, in some rare cases, thought up by the students themselves. One of the skits had one of the cheerleaders in it. Katelyn and a friend (Michele) were going to be Raggedy Ann and Andy. Somehow they were going to be brought to life and we (the audience) would be listening in on their thoughts about real people.... as well as their thoughts about each other. It was really cute. One of my jobs was to help plan the order in which the acts were to appear which had me watching all the acts many times as they practiced. When it came time for the dress rehearsal I had to critique the flow of the acts (meaning how well a finishing act left the stage and the next act was presented). It had been decided that Katelyn and Michelle would open the second half of the show. Even though I'd seen them do their act at least five times I was always brought to laughter. They managed to ad lib a lot, making each viewing something different. But, when I saw them in costume for the first time, I was taken aback. Michelles mother had made them and Katelyn's dress was really short.. The only prop they used was a big oak table and they sat on it with their legs hanging over the edge. Sitting in the front row, as I was, I could see right up to her crotch. I made a note to tell her later. Part of the act called for a bit of slapstick along the lines of the Three Stooges with each holding real Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and swinging them at each other. Whenever Katelyn made a swipe at Michelle she would open her legs really wide and, under the plaid skirt were a pair of bright white panties. When the rehearsal was finished I went to find Katelyn to tell her of my observations. She responded by blushing and giggling, both at the same time. She said she'd try to concentrate on it for the show. I'd though, briefly, about suggesting that she wear something else over her panties but didn't.
All in all, the rehearsal went well. There didn't seem to be any problems that couldn't be overcome. There were some "nerves" that were noticable but everybody seemed to be looking forwad to opening night. I was one of the first to get to the school. I was certainly nervous but I wasn't prepared for what was to follow. I'd been through this twice before and couldn't remember seeing so many kids who were obviously nervous. Some got sick and a few cried. It seemed like we (the faculty advisors and student directors) were running from one to another participant, assuring them that they would be just fine. When the curtain went up everything went reasonably well. The sucess of the acts in the first half of the show seemed to calm those who were in the second half. My job was to determine just when an act was to actually go out on stage. I was waiting for the signal to send Katelyn and Michelle out when I noticed that Katelyn was peeking under her skirt. At first I thought she had gotten some white bloomers to wear as part of her costume. I walked over and asked if she was ready. I could see from the look in her eyes that she wasn't. I asked what was wrong. She gave me this sad look and stammered out that she'd "leaked". This was the same girl who had wet herself the first night that the "new" cheerleaders performed. I remembered how she reacted to that and became immediatly worried that she might not go on stage. From somewhere in the recesses of my mind I thought of the spare pair of panties in my "catch-all" bag. I'd been caught short a few times when my period came early and tried to keep a pair handy. The bag was on a hook by the door to the hall. I ran over and, luckily, found them quickly. I saw the senior director about to give the signal to start the music to introduce the second half of the show as I ran up to Katelyn. I told her to put them on right over her own panties. She gave me a strange look but I told her it would have to be better than the way she presently was. Katelyn was easily a size smaller than me and, in retrospect, that proved to be a blessing. By far it was the most well recieved act on the program. Before knowing of Katelyn's "problem", I'd asked Gwen to watch to see how just how well Katelyn was able to control her movements. When I caught up with her after the show she reported that she really hadn't made any effort to keep her panties from showing. She'd gotten "into" the act and was just having fun up there. She thought it was the funniest part of the show. I told her of Katelyn's "leak" and what I'd done and she said it certainly wasn't noticable from the seats in the auditorium. I was relieved for Katelyn but, that night, lay in bed wondering just how much she had leaked.
I had planned on trying to find a way to ask her what had happened but I was busy when she arrived the next night. I later found the panties, all washed, in my bag. Being that she was a sophomore, our schedules didn't coincide and, she was usually with her friends when I'd see her in the halls. I'd just about forgotten about the incident when I ended up working in the same booth with her in June at the community bazaar. While we were setting up we made small talk, mostly about the Variety Show and what a good time we'd had. Later, during a break, I don't know where I came up with the courage to ask but somehow I did. "Have you had any recent "leaks?" I can remember her reaction as if it were yesterday. She immediately blushed crimson while at the same time sweeping a hand around her backside. And, at the same time said something along the lines of "Oh my god! Does it show?" I don't know if I laughed out loud but I know I had a big smile on my face when I said something along the lines of "No. Should it?" I was embarassed that I'd come back with a smart remark like that but I surely wasn't expecting her response to my original inquiry. It took a few seconds for us both to get over our respective embarassments. By then I was afraid to pursue the matter further and didn't. We were on our way back to the booth when she, with her usual smile, apologized. I told her it was me that should be apologizing for asking such a personal question. She laughed again and stopped walking. Then she said she was embarassed to talk about it but she'd been having some problems and that sometimes she did "leak" and she wouldn't even know it until after it happened. We stood there talking for a few minutes and I promised I wouldn't "tell a soul". From that time forward I couldn't look at Katelyn without looking at her bottom or her crotch.
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My "purposeful" wetting slowed drastically following my return from the skiing trip with Gwen and her family. I was actively involved in any number of school activities and two of them (Year Book and Variety Show) required a lot of time as we headed for Easter. Thankfully, cheering was soon over.Of course, added to that was the everyday homework for school. I found myself too tired to really get "into" wetting, settling for an occasional peeing of my panties as I took a shower. The thought process necessary to plan and clean up afterwards for anything more was more effort than it was worth.
As the basketball season wore down I found myself having a "crush" on the star of the team. I'd find myself having dreams about being together with him. One night, while studying on my bed, he called. I couldn't believe it was really him. When he finally got off the phone I found myself quite aroused. Without really thinking, I ran down the hall and grabbed my bath towel from the bathroom. I shut my door and took off my jeans as I folded the towel in thirds. I put it on the bed on top of the bedspread and then climbed on the bed. Kneeling, I squatted over the towel with my hand between my legs and on my panties and let out some pee. I then lay face down with my left arm wrapped around my pillow and my hand still between my legs. From the notes in my diary, I really enjoyed myself. So much so that I ended up falling asleep like that. My mother, having not seen me for some time, came upstairs and knocked. When I didn't answer she opened the door. By then I'd rolled onto my side. From the doorway she could see the towel and my still damp bottom. She shook me awake and demanded to know what I was doing.
For any of you who read my first postings (Don't you dare!!) you'll remember my mother as being quite demanding. She'd mellowed somewhat but, in this situation, she was back to her old personna. We'd never been particularly close and had never had a "mother/daughter" talk. Sex and sexuality were certainly not mentioned and everything I'd learned had been from health classes, magazines and my friends. So here she was, demanding to know what I was doing, and I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. By then I'd learned that the truth, as much as it may hurt at the time, is best. The dilemma was in what words to use. Knowing my mother's prudish ways I was afraid to use the words I'd learned and sometimes used with my friends. After a few false starts i finally stammered out that I had "feelings down there" and that the only way I could address them was with my fingers. Of course it took longer than that to get it out and, by the time I did, I was crying. I have no idea what she said at that time but after I'd calmed down I was basically told that it was "dirty" and not to do it any more. For the next week or so there was a strained silence between the two of us. So that, along with being so busy, had put my interest in wetting "on hold".
The Variety Show was really a talent showcase. I didn't have any but enjoyed the whole idea of it. I'd been a part of the production of it from my freshman year and had put enough effort into it to be designated as an Assistant Director. That put me in line to possibly become THE Director in my senior year. The majority of the acts consisted of singing, dancing and people playing musical instruments. Scattered thoughout were silly skits "borrowed" from TV, or, in some rare cases, thought up by the students themselves. One of the skits had one of the cheerleaders in it. Katelyn and a friend (Michele) were going to be Raggedy Ann and Andy. Somehow they were going to be brought to life and we (the audience) would be listening in on their thoughts about real people.... as well as their thoughts about each other. It was really cute. One of my jobs was to help plan the order in which the acts were to appear which had me watching all the acts many times as they practiced. When it came time for the dress rehearsal I had to critique the flow of the acts (meaning how well a finishing act left the stage and the next act was presented). It had been decided that Katelyn and Michelle would open the second half of the show. Even though I'd seen them do their act at least five times I was always brought to laughter. They managed to ad lib a lot, making each viewing something different. But, when I saw them in costume for the first time, I was taken aback. Michelles mother had made them and Katelyn's dress was really short.. The only prop they used was a big oak table and they sat on it with their legs hanging over the edge. Sitting in the front row, as I was, I could see right up to her crotch. I made a note to tell her later. Part of the act called for a bit of slapstick along the lines of the Three Stooges with each holding real Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls and swinging them at each other. Whenever Katelyn made a swipe at Michelle she would open her legs really wide and, under the plaid skirt were a pair of bright white panties. When the rehearsal was finished I went to find Katelyn to tell her of my observations. She responded by blushing and giggling, both at the same time. She said she'd try to concentrate on it for the show. I'd though, briefly, about suggesting that she wear something else over her panties but didn't.
All in all, the rehearsal went well. There didn't seem to be any problems that couldn't be overcome. There were some "nerves" that were noticable but everybody seemed to be looking forwad to opening night. I was one of the first to get to the school. I was certainly nervous but I wasn't prepared for what was to follow. I'd been through this twice before and couldn't remember seeing so many kids who were obviously nervous. Some got sick and a few cried. It seemed like we (the faculty advisors and student directors) were running from one to another participant, assuring them that they would be just fine. When the curtain went up everything went reasonably well. The sucess of the acts in the first half of the show seemed to calm those who were in the second half. My job was to determine just when an act was to actually go out on stage. I was waiting for the signal to send Katelyn and Michelle out when I noticed that Katelyn was peeking under her skirt. At first I thought she had gotten some white bloomers to wear as part of her costume. I walked over and asked if she was ready. I could see from the look in her eyes that she wasn't. I asked what was wrong. She gave me this sad look and stammered out that she'd "leaked". This was the same girl who had wet herself the first night that the "new" cheerleaders performed. I remembered how she reacted to that and became immediatly worried that she might not go on stage. From somewhere in the recesses of my mind I thought of the spare pair of panties in my "catch-all" bag. I'd been caught short a few times when my period came early and tried to keep a pair handy. The bag was on a hook by the door to the hall. I ran over and, luckily, found them quickly. I saw the senior director about to give the signal to start the music to introduce the second half of the show as I ran up to Katelyn. I told her to put them on right over her own panties. She gave me a strange look but I told her it would have to be better than the way she presently was. Katelyn was easily a size smaller than me and, in retrospect, that proved to be a blessing. By far it was the most well recieved act on the program. Before knowing of Katelyn's "problem", I'd asked Gwen to watch to see how just how well Katelyn was able to control her movements. When I caught up with her after the show she reported that she really hadn't made any effort to keep her panties from showing. She'd gotten "into" the act and was just having fun up there. She thought it was the funniest part of the show. I told her of Katelyn's "leak" and what I'd done and she said it certainly wasn't noticable from the seats in the auditorium. I was relieved for Katelyn but, that night, lay in bed wondering just how much she had leaked.
I had planned on trying to find a way to ask her what had happened but I was busy when she arrived the next night. I later found the panties, all washed, in my bag. Being that she was a sophomore, our schedules didn't coincide and, she was usually with her friends when I'd see her in the halls. I'd just about forgotten about the incident when I ended up working in the same booth with her in June at the community bazaar. While we were setting up we made small talk, mostly about the Variety Show and what a good time we'd had. Later, during a break, I don't know where I came up with the courage to ask but somehow I did. "Have you had any recent "leaks?" I can remember her reaction as if it were yesterday. She immediately blushed crimson while at the same time sweeping a hand around her backside. And, at the same time said something along the lines of "Oh my god! Does it show?" I don't know if I laughed out loud but I know I had a big smile on my face when I said something along the lines of "No. Should it?" I was embarassed that I'd come back with a smart remark like that but I surely wasn't expecting her response to my original inquiry. It took a few seconds for us both to get over our respective embarassments. By then I was afraid to pursue the matter further and didn't. We were on our way back to the booth when she, with her usual smile, apologized. I told her it was me that should be apologizing for asking such a personal question. She laughed again and stopped walking. Then she said she was embarassed to talk about it but she'd been having some problems and that sometimes she did "leak" and she wouldn't even know it until after it happened. We stood there talking for a few minutes and I promised I wouldn't "tell a soul". From that time forward I couldn't look at Katelyn without looking at her bottom or her crotch.
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