Becoming a Wetter, part 3 (g-solo, mg, gg, inc, ws, hum?) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: A young woman explains her fascination with peeing… FIRST GRADE School started again in September. What with us going to school, my big brother and I went back to peeing in the toilet. Well, most of the time anyway… During the first couple weekends we managed to get down to the basement couple times to pee into the drain in the floor by the water heater. By the middle of October, we had stopped doing that because the weather was getting colder and it was a little too cold to go down the basement to pee. I still peed in / through my panties in the corner of my bedroom every Saturday and Sunday morning after I got out of bed. I even peed my panties in the morning after getting out of bed a few times on school days; although, I only did that on days when I knew there was gonna be a black pair of pants or shorts I could wear to school. I tried peeing my pants while standing up in different ways; and discovered that I could actually control what my pee would do. If I let the pee out real slow my panties would get really wet, and not much would run down my legs. If I peed real fast my panties would stay pretty dry, but the pee would either run down one or both of my legs. If I spread my feet real far apart and peed fast my panties would stay pretty dry, and the pee would come down in a stream between my legs. If I had my feet together the pee would run down my legs no matter how fast or slow I peed. It was amazing how different the results were depending on how fast I peed and where my legs were. About three times a month I wet the bed as well. Half of the times I did it on purpose, after having woken up in the middle of the night with the urge to pee. The other half of the time I went in my sleep, and woke up in a wet bed in the morning. Afterwards, in the morning, I simply put my pee soaked pajamas in the dirty laundry and made the bed so Mom wouldn’t find out; in the same way that I had back when I was in Kindergarten. That system worked well, ‘cause Mom never found out; or if she did, she never said anything about it. I also wet my panties and pajamas before going to bed at least once a week pretty much consistently through the course of the whole school year. By the time I got up in the morning they were almost dry. Dry enough that I was pretty sure Mom wouldn’t really notice they’d been peed in if she looked at them; so I didn’t bother putting those pajamas in the dirty laundry. *** In the middle of November, exactly one week before Thanksgiving, the girl who sat next to me in the class room, wet herself during class. Earlier that day she was talking about how she hated being last in line to return to the class room from the bathroom (we went to the bathroom in two groups: one for boys, one for girls). She was in and out of the stall in the bathroom so fast that I knew she hadn't actually used the toilet. Maybe ten minutes after we got back to class I heard the sound of water running; everyone else did, too. When I turned and looked in the direction the sound was coming from, I saw that she had this really relieved look on her face. Tilting my gaze down, I saw that her legs were on either side of her chair, like it was a saddle. There was a stream of yellowish liquid running from her butt out and over the front and back edges of the seat part of her chair. She peed so much that the puddle kept splashing upward as more pee fell into it… Two kids, the one in front of her and the one behind her, actually got their legs splashed with her pee! A part of me wished that I had gotten splashed with her pee too; ‘casue if I had, nobody would have noticed if I peed my pants during recess which was less than an hour later… But I didn’t get splashed with her pee; and since that meant I didn’t have an explanation for why my legs were wet, I didn’t pee my pants during recess. *** During recess the following day I told her about how I had ‘accidentally’ wet myself during nap time in Kindergarten and the fact that she’d had an accident was “no big deal”. She told me that it had happened to her once in Kindergarten too; then went on to say that she “wished they hadn’t called” her mom afterwards. I asked if she got in trouble. She said “not really” but would’ve preferred to stay at school in her wet pants. I was surprised that she would rather be at school than get to go home early, and when I told her as much, she explained that she liked how her panties had felt when they were wet. I asked if she ever wet the bed; she said she did and surprised me by saying that she did it “on purpose sometimes”. I told her I did that as well: both “accidents and on purpose”. She told me that her mom noticed she wet the bed about half the time, and asked if my mom knew about me wetting the bed; I told her that my mom didn’t know and explained about how I put my pee soaked pajamas in the dirty laundry and made the bed in the morning. She thought that was a good idea and said she was gonna try it. As a result of our shared enjoyment of wetting, we quickly became friends *** The second weekend in December, she slept-over at my house. I told her we were gonna be sleeping in my bed together, and that it was “gonna be great because we could wet the bed together”. When she told me that we wouldn’t be able to; I asked her what she was talking about. She reminded me that she was gonna have to take her panties and pajamas home in the morning, and if they were wet her mom would find out and then my mom would find out. I had a solution: she could wear a pair of my panties and my pajamas to bed, that way we could pee in the bed as much as we wanted. She thought that was a great idea. I asked her what other fun places she had peed in. She told me she had peed directly into her cat’s litter box, a trash can, a pair of rubber boots, and a towel. She told me that she had peed her pants while sitting in her toy chest, while riding in a car, on the slide at the playground, and in the ball pool at the MacDunolds playspace. When she asked me what fun places I’d peed in; I told her about the pool out in the yard, the carpet in the corner of my bedroom, and the drains in the basement floor. While I wasn’t worried about her telling anybody about it, I didn’t tell her about peeing with my brother ‘cause I thought he might get mad if he found out I’d told somebody. When we went to bed, I changed out of my dress into a pair of my pajamas; while she took off all her clothes and put on a pair of my panties and a pair of my pajamas. I was going to suggest that we pee our panties and pajamas in the corner of the room before we got into bed, but she beat me to it; asking if she could. I told her that I had hoped we would, and lead her to the area in the corner of the bedroom where I usually peed. Seconds after we got to the spot in the corner of my bedroom the entire crotch region of the pajamas she was wearing suddenly became flooded with wetness which began running down the inside of her right leg: clearly she was peeing really fast. I on the other hand was letting it out real slow: enjoying how it soaked into my panties without running down my legs. When she asked why I wasn’t peeing my pants, I told her I was and explained about how by letting the pee out real slow my panties would get really wet, and not much would run down my legs. She didn’t believe me; so after I’d finished peeing, I pulled my pajama bottoms down to show her how super wet my panties were: I think she had trouble believing her eyes. After we got in bed, and pulled the covers over us, she told me that she thought my ‘peeing real slow’ technique would be a great way for us to pee our pants in public without anyone noticing. I explained that I had thought of it, but hadn’t gotten up the courage to try it. Shortly thereafter we were both asleep, enjoying the warm wetness of our peed panties and wet pajama bottoms. We both woke up real early the next morning: before the sun came up even. When she told me she had to ‘pee real bad’; I scooted over next to her so that our hips were touching and told her to ‘wet the bed’. Seconds later I could feel the warm moistness wicking into my pajama bottoms and panties at my butt. After a while she asked if I was gonna wet the bed soon; I told her I was but that I had an idea. I rolled onto my side facing away from her then told her to do the same and press her front against my back and press her lap against my butt. Once I felt the pressure of her body against me from the back of my knees all the way up to my shoulder-blades, I let loose a torrent of pee. She whispered that it felt ‘all warm and nice’ into my ear. We ended up falling back to sleep in that position, not waking up until my mom knocked on the bedroom door the following morning. *** One day at the beginning of May it was warm and sunny when we were on the playground at recess. I was in the very top level of this wood fort-like play-structure when it suddenly started raining. In a matter of a few seconds all the clothes I was wearing were decidedly wet. That’s when it hit me: since my clothes were already wet from the rain I could wet my pants and no one would be able to notice! I moved my feet apart a bit and began slowly letting pee out. It started feeling kinda weird little more than a second after I started peeing: all of my clothes were wet, the wetness in my panties was a “warm wetness”, but everywhere else it was a “cool wetness”. As I continued peeing, the “warm wetness” began to extend into the “cool wetness” along the inside of my right leg. Then, like the rest of the class, I spent the rest of the school day in soaking wet clothes. The following day, I told my friend who liked wetting about it. She said she’d done the same thing and was gonna pee her pants whenever she was outside in the rain. *** I never got up the nerve to wet myself in class during first grade. However, come the end of that school year; every one of my classmates except me and one boy ended up wetting themself at least once in the classroom.