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   The Wizard, the Dress and the Dilemma



   Chapter 1

   By: Anime Lover



   (ANIME) LOLI(NYMPH), WATERSPORTS, SHOUJO-AI

   Chapter Summery: After getting a perfect dress for prom from a
mysterious man, a teen girl discovers an unusual problem...












NOTE: This fic is a response to packrat's challenge on Nyou Fiction
Disclaimer: NONE

   "Why today!?  Of ALL the days!  Why!?"

   Tamika Brown, a brown-skinned average girl of sixteen was in clear panic
mode as she hurries through the mall, wearing a plan T-shirt and jeans.

   The day had began so well, it was the day of the Prom and Tamika had her
perfect dress, a slender, form-fitting dress that showed her developing
teen curves, which also teased with a bit of cleavage along with a V-cut
down the back, as well as a side slit that reached the middle of her thigh.
Her parents were initially against her wearing such a dress, but after
persistent pleading and extra housework, they conceded.  The dress wasn't
overly expensive like some girls dresses, but it was a dress that Tamika
was instantly drawn to the moment she saw it.

   After the waiting, anticipation and work, today was the day, Tamika
could barely contain her excitement for when the time came and she could
reveal her dress to her girlfriend, Bethany.

   Unfortunately, Tamika didn't plan for her crayon-wielding baby sister to
find her defenseless dress and use it as a canvas for her art.

   Thirty minutes till she was to leave and her dress was ruined, Tamika
collapsed into tears at the sight of her dress, her baby sister looking at
her with a big happy smile on her face.

   Tamika though was fortunate that the dress wasn't very expensive, as her
mom said she would take her to buy a new one, so, here she was, franticly
rushing though the mall to the store she had bought the first dress from.

   "Oh please, please, PLEASE let them still have one in stock!" pleads
Tamika to herself as she hurries through a small crowd.

   A few moments later, Tamika cursed as her luck seemed to end and a large
crowd blocked her path.

   "Oh come on!" gasps Tamika, before jumping a few times, trying to see
what had gathered the crowd.

   After a few failed attempts to squeeze into the crowd, Tamika felt a tap
to her shoulder and a man speak to her.

   "Excuse me child."

   "What?" replies back Tamika in aggravation, before gasping as she sees
an elderly man with a cane.  "Oh!  I'm sorry!"

   "That's alright." states the man with a smile.

   "I'm just in a hurry." replies Tamika.  "So not to be rude, but I don't
have time to talk right now."

   "I see." answers the elderly man.  "I won't take much of your time. 
I've been tasked to preform a good deed and you seem to be in need of one."

   "Heh, well yeah, you can say that again." briefly chuckles Tamika.

   "Then what troubles you child, I may be able to help."

   "Unless you can get this crowd to spread out so I can get a new dress
for prom because my baby sister ruined the one I had, then I don't see how
you can help."

   "Ah, a prom dress." replies the man with a smile.  "I remember my school
days, so who's the lucky young man your going with?"

   "U-Uh..." answers Tamika, her cheeks reddening a bit.  "It's a girl,
actually."

   "Oh, I apologize then." replies the man with a smile.  "Young people
this days have so-"

   "I'm sorry." interrupts Tamika.  "I really am, but I don't have time."

   "Oh yes, your in a hurry, forgive me, I will help you." replies the old
man.

   "Help me how?"

   "You need a new dress, correct?" asks the old man.

   "Yes." replies Tamika, before reaching into the pocket of her jeans,
intending to pull out a picture of the dress, though quickly gasping a
little when she felt the old man place a finger to her forehead.  "Um, what
are you-"

   "I will give the dress you want, but there's a condition, you will be
unable to remove it for however long the Prom lasts."

   "Huh, you have a dress you'll give me?  Where is it?"

   "Yes, but you won't be able to take it off until the Prom is over."
replies the old man.

   "Why would I want to take it off?  Just give me the dress!"

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes!  Hurry, I'm already late!"

   "You understand the condition?"

   "Yes!  I can't take the dress off, now come on!"

   "Very well then child, close your eyes." replies the old man.

   "Huh!?" gasps Tamika, the man only smiles at her, causing her to sigh
and close her eyes.

   Tamika soon felt a pleasant tingle travel from her head, down to her
feet.

   "Hey, what are you doing?" questions Tamika, before opening her eyes and
gasping as she no longer sees the man, only one left and right turn of her
head in and Tamika noticed from the southern edge of view that she was
suddenly wearing something shiny and looked down and gave a louder gasp as
she sees that she was now wearing the dress she intended to get, complete
with a small purse over her shoulder.

   "What the heck!?  How did it?  When..."

   After a few moments of trying to wrap her mind around what happened,
Tamika notices the crowd in front of her now starting to disperse, before
she hears the sound of her cell phone ringing in the small purse and
removes it, answering...

   "Hello?"

   "Hey..." replies the teens mother.  "How's it going?"

   "Oh, u-um, I got the dress." replies Tamika.

   "Great, are you on your way back?"

   "Yeah." replies Tamika, quickly heading back where she came.  "I'm
coming back."

   Tamika decided to try and forget whatever happened, she had what she
came for.  Upon arriving back to the car and getting in, the teens mother
looked surprised at her daughter.

   "Wow, you got dressed too?" comments the woman.

   "Uh, yeah."

   "Well you can get dressed in a hurry if you want to." comments the
woman, before shifting the car into drive and heading back home.

   Not a moment too soon did Tamika and her mother return home, that the
two see the car of Tamika's girlfriend's mother turn the corner and park
behind their car in the driveway.

   After the car comes to a stop, Tamika quickly exits, as her girlfriend
also leaves her vehicle, Bethany, a raven-haired girl with a dress similar
to Tamika's but not as 'revealing', no cleavage showing and full back.

   Though both teens were surprised at each other, having keeping their
dresses a secret from each other until the day of the prom, both were
briefly left breathless at the sight of each other.

   "You look amazing!" declares Tamika, quickly walking to her girlfriend,
who also heads towards her, replying back...

   "You too!  Can you turn around?"

   Tamika happily does so, giggling a little at hearing the other girl
'Ohhing'.

   "Wow, it's showing a lot more skin than I thought it would, I'm
surprised your parents are letting you wear that."

   "Hehe, yeah, I begged and did a bunch of extra housework." replies
Tamika with a smiling blush.

   "Ok you girls..." calls out Bethany's mother, standing with Tamika's
mother between the cars.  Bethany's mother held up a disposable camera. 
"Picture time!" she declares.

   "Ok!" replies the two girl's happily and standing side-by-side for few
shots, some with them kissing.

   With arriving at the school for the prom, the earlier disaster was a
distant memory for Tamika as she and her girlfriend quickly began enjoying
themselves, talking with their friends, dancing and drinking plenty of
juice and pop throughout the evening.

   Of course, there were plenty teachers watching the students to make sure
nothing inappropriate occurs.  Which they happen to catch a few students
who simply had to test their luck, giving most, Tamika and her friends
included, added enjoyment as the caught students vainly attempted to talk
themselves out of trouble every-time.

   Nearly an hour and a half into the prom, Tamika and Bethany were
finishing a song they were dancing to.

   "Phew, I think that's four songs in a row." comments Tamika, wiping a
bit of sweat from her forehead.

   "Yeah." agrees Bethany.  "I need some water."

   "I have to go to the bathroom." replies Tamika, feeling a light spasm
from her bladder, the urge first came at the start of their last dance, but
Tamika wanted to finish the dance, the urge wasn't very strong.

   "Ok." states Bethany.

   The two then parted from each other, Bethany going to rest and Tamika
heading to the bathroom.

   Although, something unexpected happened when Tamika entered the bathroom
stall...

   Turning her back to the toilet seat and carefully pulling up her dress,
revealing her plain, cotton white panties, upon reaching her thumbs to the
waist of her panties to pull them down; like she'd done as long as she
could remember, Tamika found that her thumbs simply slip pass her panties
waistband.  Not thinking much of it, Tamika simply tried again, expecting
her panties to fall as she lowers her rear to the toilet seat.

   Though to Tamika surprise again, her underwear remains where they were,
causing Tamika to be quite confused, it also didn't help that her body was
anticipating the release, causing her urge to grow.

   "What's going on?" comments Tamika to herself, standing and looking down
to her underwear, watching as she moves her thumbs to hook under her
panties for the third time, but to her surprise, even with her watching,
her thumbs simply slip pass the waistband.  "What the..."

   A forth time, fifth time, even six times attempting to hook her thumbs
under her panties, all with the same result, her fingers slipping pass as
if the underwear wasn't even there.  She could feel the fabric, she simply
couldn't grab it.

   "Oh come on, what the heck is going on!?" gasps Tamika.

   The urge to pee wasn't getting any better and Tamika tried pinching the
side of her panties to pull them down, but a similar puzzling event
happened, she couldn't pinch the fabric between her fingers.  Tamika had
yet to give up though and despite the odd dilemma of unable to remove her
panties, she figured the next attempt would work.

   Tamika steps back to the toilet, squatting over it before using her left
hand to move the crotch of her panties aside...  or at least tried, the
only thing that did was run her fingers across her covered teen labia,
which didn't help the urge to pee lessen.

   "What in the world is going on!?  Why can't I take my underwear off!?"
questions Tamika.

   Tamika tried again and again to move the crotch of her panties aside,
which only increased her urge to pee from the light pleasure it gave her.
This wasn't the time to make herself feel good though, well, it was, but
not in that manner, she had to figure out how to remove her panties before
she wet herself, which wasn't eminent...  yet...

   Figuring she was somehow missing something and since she was currently
the only one in the bathroom, Tamika opens the stall door, allowing more
light and looking down to her panties and yet again trying to remove them,
which proved no more successful than her previous attempts, she just
couldn't manage to get a grip on the fabric that covered her.

   Tamika had enough time to see that her underwear didn't look any
different before she hears the bathroom door open, causing her to quickly
close her stall door, before placing a hand lightly to her crotch as she
felt a stronger spasm hit her with a near silent groan.

   'What am I gonna do?' she thought.  'Why can't I take them off?'

   Just seconds after the thought, the memory of the old man at the mall
flashed in her mind and something about her not being able to remove her
clothes.

   'Wait a minute!' she thought with shock.  'That old man was serious!? 
But how!?'

   Tamika quickly sat on the toilet and replayed the moment with the man in
her head.

   'He told me that the condition of me getting the dress was that I
couldn't take it off...  but he didn't mention anything about my underwear!
Nnngh Stupid old man!  You should've told me my underwear was included...
but wait, I was in a hurry, maybe her was trying to tell me, I did rush him
after-all...' Tamika quickly places her hand to her head with a groan. 
'But that doesn't explain how he was able to do this!  I remember him
saying I couldn't take off my dress until...' Tamika suddenly felt dread
fill her as she finished her thought.  'the end of the prom...'

   'Crap!' gasps Tamika in her mind, bolting upright, though quickly
gasping again as the sudden motion aggravates her bladder, causing her to
place a hand to her crotch again with a groan as she fought back the spasm
of her bladder trying to release her pee.  'The prom is four and a half
hours long, and I've only been here a little over an hour and a half.  So I
have to hold it for over two hours!  There's no way I can hold it in that
long!  This is horrible!'

   Upon the spasm from her bladder subsiding, Tamika returns to sitting on
the toilet.

   'Maybe I could just stay in the bathroom until prom is over?' thinks
Tamika, before quickly shooting the idea down.  'No, that won't work, my
friends would be coming in checking on me.'

   Over the next few moments, with the occasional clench to retain her pee,
Tamika tried coming up with ways to solve her dilemma, without much
success...

   'The only other idea I could come up with is just letting go and peeing
through my panties...  but that won't work.' Tamika though with a sigh. 
'If I was only drinking water for the whole day, maybe, but now, I'm sure
it would smell, and I'm not sure if I could dry myself enough for the smell
not to be noticeable...  Ohhh what am I gonna do!?'

   Tamika had quite the dilemma, with no way of seemingly fixing it, except
for wetting herself and possibly her dress.  Although while fighting back a
stronger spasm from her bladder, and idea suddenly dawns on the teen,
bringing a gasp from her and bolting up from the seat and promptly pressing
her hands to her crotch from the spasm growing in strength from her sudden
movement.

   "Scissors!?" gasps Tamika, with a smile on her face despite the mild
pain of holding in her pee.  "It's perfect!  If I can't pull'em down, I can
just cut out a hole!  Ha!  Take that old man!"

   With what she deemed a foolproof solution to her problem, Tamika leaves
the stall and walks to the door of the bathroom, though pausing until her
spasm from her bladder calms down, then taking a few breaths to calm
herself.  A mild ache remained at her crotch, but assuming that she could
easily get a pair of scissors, Tamika was sure she could hold out until
then and leaves the bathroom.

   And was quickly greeted by Bethany heading towards the room.

   "Hey you ok?" she asks, smiling.

   "Yeah, I'm fine." replies Tamika, blushing a little.  "I need a pair of
scissors though, I found stray string under my dress."

   "Oh, ok, well I got small pair in my purse I'll let you use."

   "Thanks." replies Tamika, relieved that she didn't have to go too far.

   After just a few seconds, Bethany handed a small pair of scissor to
Tamika, who, quickly heads back to the bathroom, returning to the same
stall, pulling up her dress to reveal her panties again.

   Although, Tamika once again discovered a problem, it was when she
attempted to pinch and pull away the crotch of her panties so she wouldn't
cut herself.  Once again, she couldn't grip the fabric.

   "Ohhh dang-it!" groans Tamika, before carefully sitting on the toilet as
to not aggravate her aching bladder.  "I forgot I can't grab it...  I guess
I could try cutting without grabbing..." she add, before lifting the bottom
of her dress up and held up with her chin and spreading her legs as wide as
she could.

   Although, lowering the sharp object, Tamika quickly reconsidered the
position of her legs, not only did it make her urge to pee worse, it
flattened the fabric of her panties against her, providing nothing for the
scissors to grip, so she quickly closes her legs, allowing the crotch of
her panties to wrinkle and fold, and giving a little added aid to holding
in her pee, which given that her legs were still spread, wouldn't help for
long, so Tamika need to hurry, although, quickness with a sharp pointy
object plus a sensitive important area of the body wasn't a good idea.

   So despite the increasing need to pee, Tamika went slow and carefully,
lowering the open scissors down to one of the folds and attempting to cut,
but the blades simply flatten out the fold, creating another, which Tamika
quickly chose, but the same thing occurred, bringing a puzzled look to her
face, before groaning from another spasming attacking her bladder, the
strongest yet, causing her to quickly move the scissors away and close her
thighs with a groan.

   Tamika thought for sure this was it, feeling her bladder throbbing
painfully.  Panicking Tamika hurriedly stands, holding up her dress from
what she thought would be and impending accident as she swiftly, presses
her free hand between her legs, groaning a little louder as she fought the
powerful urge from her body.

   To Tamika surprise and relief, after a few painful moments, she found
that she had outlasted the spasm, her panties still dry.  But with the
aching of her bladder, seemingly waiting for the moment she dropped her
guard, Tamika couldn't risk spreading her legs to try and cut open her
panties.

   "Dang-it, now what?" groans Tamika.  "The scissors was my best idea, now
I don't think I can try without having an accident.  Man, I'm so screwed!"

   To Tamika's further disappointment, she hears the bathroom door open and
Bethany call to her.

   "Hey Tamika, you still in here?"

   "Y-Yeah." replies back Tamika, before thinking, 'I guess I got not
choice but to try and hold it.' before speaking back to her girlfriend. 
"I'm coming."

   "Ok, you arn't having fun in here without me are you?" answers back
Bethany with an amused tone to her voice, bringing a light blush to
Tamika's cheeks.

   "Hehe, no, of course not." replies Tamika, before walking from the
stall, thankful of the length of her dress hiding the fact that her walking
was rather stiff as she constantly clenches, continuously holding back her
insistent pee.  "Thanks for the scissors." she adds, handing the object
back to Bethany.

   "No problem."

   As the two leave the bathroom, Tamika's heart raced when Bethany offered
to dance again, which she quickly turned down, Tamika knew she would'nt be
able to dance and hold in her pee, she'd be completely humiliated, wetting
herself surrounded by other students and classmates.

   So Tamika settled for simply sitting at a table with Bethany and some of
her friends, her bladder painfully and constantly reminded her of her
increasingly growing need to empty itself.

   Despite her need to pee, Tamika was actually surprised with herself how
well and how long she was able to endure the suffering she was under. 
Thirty long minutes of constant struggle against her bursting bladder,
amazingly still with dry panties.

   Dry panties though, to Tamika's utter embarrassment was soon to come to
an end, as her vain, weakening fight had given her bladder the opening it
had long waited for and her bladder was taken by a spasm so painful, if
forced a gasp from her and lean against the table as she jams her hands
against her crotch with a groan as she felt, despite her struggle, a spurt
of pee a full second long, leave and dampen the crotch of her panties
before she was able to clench her urethra closed.

   "Hey you ok?" asks Bethany, looking concerned.

   "I-I'm fine." lies Tamika, before gasping out again as to her shock, a
second spurt found freedom to her panties, a bit longer than the first,
before Tamika gasps out yet again as not a spurt, but a three second stream
of hot urine leaves her, now thoroughly wetting her panties and threatening
to reach her dress.

   Tamika knew her luck had run out, she was now wetting herself and a
full-blown accident was immanent, damage control was now the priority and
Tamika quickly bolts up from the table, declaring...

   "I gotta go!"

   Before turning and rushing back to the bathroom, all the while, feeling
more and more pee leaving her, though she quickly pulls the aid of her
hands from her crotch as to not wet her dress, though as a result caused
what little resistance that her hand provided, to leave and allow even more
or her pee to leave, spurt after spurt leaves her, they came so rapidly, it
could be considered the full-blown accident she had been dreading, even
creating a light trail of her pee as she rushed to the bathroom.

   Once in the familiar room, Tamika hurried to a stall in a panic,
although, as she hurriedly pulls up her still clean dress, the teen gasps
in defeat as she felt her hold finally crumble to nothing as her pee floods
from her, through her saturated panties and down her legs as a puddle of
her pee quickly formed and grew at her feet, her legs trembling in both the
pleasure of relief and the shame of what was happening.

   Salt seem to be added to the wound as she hears the door open and
Bethany call to her.

   "Hey Tamika what's wrong!?"

   "D-Don't come!" quickly answers back Tamika, as she felt her pee
continue to flood from her.

   Unfortunately for Tamika, she had failed to close the stall door,
allowing Bethany an unrestricted view of her girlfriend, Bethany was
clearly surprised as she sees what is clearly pee trailing down and between
Tamika's legs and pooling below her.

   "Tamika...  what happened?" asks Bethany, with disbelief at what she was
seeing.

   "W-What does it look like?" answers back, vainly fighting back tears.

   Instead of being disgusted, Bethany steps behind Tamika, joining her in
the stall and closing the door.

   "I-I meet some weird old man..." starts Tamika, feeling her peeing start
to come to an end.  "He told me he would give me this dress since my other
one was ruined, but he told me I wouldn't be able to take it off and I
found out earlier that it included my underwear.  I don't know how, but I
can't take them off."

   "So you were holding it in all this time?" asks Bethany, before
squatting down behind Tamika, to see if she could help in someway.

   "Yeah...  that's why I was taking so long in here."

   "Well why didn't you tell me the problem instead of waiting for this to
happen, maybe I could've helped somehow."

   "There's nothing you'd be able to do though, and it was embarrassing."

   "Turn around, maybe I could figure out how to take them off if you
can't, after all, walking around with peed-in panties isn't good."

   While Tamika didn't know what her girlfriend could possibly do, she was
right that she couldn't walk around with peed-in panties, so she
embarrassingly turns around, looking down to Bethany and giving her a clear
view of the yellow-stained crotch of her panties.

   The first thing Bethany did was lift a hand up to Tamika's panties to
hook a finger under the waistband and to Tamika's utter shock, her
girlfriends finger slips under her panties, before to her further shock,
sees and feels Bethany pull her panties down to her knees, revealing her
wet, smooth teen labia and a mild amount of pubic hair above.

   "I thought you said you couldn't take them off." states Bethany, looking
up to Tamika.

   "I couldn't!" gasps Tamika, before lowering a hand down to her panties
to grab them, but it was as if she was grabbing warm butter, the fabric
simply slips from her fingers.  "I still can't grip them."

   "Wow, that's weird." replies Bethany, before smiling.  "Well, maybe it's
just you who can't take them off, but someone else can." she adds, before
pulling the panties down to Tamika's ankles, who step out of them with a
groan.

   "So THAT'S the loophole, if I'd had just told you from the start, then
this wouldn't have happened."
   END