It’s Better…, part 4 (bggg, no sex, ws, humor) by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) Summary: Saturday at the daycare center and different kids… When I got up on Saturday I got dressed like I had the previous morning: put on another dress and the same pair of red canvas sneakers I had worn the day before. Once again: no panties or socks for me, after all I knew better. Again, like the previous day, I took a pair of panties from the drawer in my pink Babette Big Girl dresser and shoved it under the edge of my mattress. Saturday morning seemed like a repeat of Friday morning when I got to the kitchen for breakfast. Mommy asked, “Lisa you’re not wearing socks, again?” For a second day I answered, “Didn’t feel like putting any on,” shrugging my shoulders. Again, Mommy commented, “You could get a blister,” in her ‘nagging voice’. And, like the day before, after a few seconds of silence Mommy scrunched up her face and said, “Fine, but if you get blisters don’t complain to me…” I’m not sure what blisters are, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never had one; but if you can get them by wearing shoes without socks: that means they must be great, so I want them…lots of them. As before, Mommy didn’t say anything more about the fact that I wasn’t wearing socks; and didn’t seem to notice that I wasn’t wearing panties. Then like usual, she dropped me off at Tiny-Tykes daycare center on her way to work. *** Since it was a Saturday, there was gonna be a number of kids who weren’t there the past few days, and some of the kids who were there the past few days weren’t gonna be there…but that was nothing unusual. From past experience, I knew: Timmy and Jessica wouldn’t be there, Becky likely would be there, twins Joey and Nicole would be there as would Annie. The real question was whether or not Kayla would be there; having only met her a couple days before, I had no idea what her schedule was gonna be like. *** When I walked in to Tiny-Tykes, I saw Kayla and Becky talking over by the peg board; so I started heading over towards them. All the while I was walking towards them, I could see that they were talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Then when I was about three steps from them, I was able to hear Becky saying, “…came in from outside and said it was AMAZING…” “Lisa,” Kayla interrupted, “Becky was just telling me about how she got her sister to try not wearing panties under her skirt last night.” “Yeah,” I smiled, “and?” “When she came in from outside she said it was AMAZING,” Becky informed me, “And she said she’s never gonna wear panties ever again.” “Hey Lisa,” I heard Annie’s voice behind me. Turning around, I cringed when I saw how she was dressed: a dark purple sleeveless shirt that was almost long enough to be a dress (the bottom of it was low enough to completely cover her butt), black leggings, and a pair of yellow boots that came up to the middle of her calf. Talk about the opposite of dressing better… “Annie…” I began to say. “You guys aren’t wearing any socks,” Annie interrupted me. There was a strange hint of satisfaction in her voice. “It feels lots better without socks,” Becky explained. “Yeah; I know,” Annie began, “That’s why I haven’t worn ‘em since I got my boots a couple months ago…” “Really?” I asked, finding it hard to believe her. “Unh-huh,” Annie explained, “Nobody can see that I’m not wearing socks ‘cause of how high the boots are. I started wearing the boots every day; ‘cause Daddy made a big deal about me not wearing socks.” “And you never told us this, why?” I asked; annoyed that my friend had known something about dressing better and hadn’t told us about it. “You might’a told Ms. Hailey, and she’d have told my Dad…” Annie offered an explanation. “Why would we have told Ms. Hailey?” Becky asked. Before Annie could reply, I added, “And don’t you think we’d have tried it?” “Uhm… Oh, well yeah,” Annie said with a pout. “Alright, whatever,” Kayla said before asking, “So what kind of shoes did you first not wear socks with before the boots?” “Sneakers,” Annie said before glancing down and adding, “Like the ones you and Lisa are wearing. Wait, who are you?” “This is Kayla,” I began explaining, “It’s her third day…” “Are the boots different than the sneakers?” Becky asked cutting me off. “Yeah,” Annie said through a big smile, “The boots are lots better: they’re waterproof so the insides get moist real fast…and by the end of the day it’s all wet around my toes…” Trying to imagine how that felt I said, “Really…” “What about the rest of what are you wearing?” Kayla interrupted. “This is how I always dress: it’s comfy,” Annie said a little too defensively. “Joey and Nicole just got here,” Becky said, “back soon,” before running off across the room. “Dressed like that you can’t feel the wind blow across your bare cunny,” Kayla whispered to Annie just loud enough that I could hear her. “And THAT feels WAY BETTER than not wearing socks,” I added, “Like the BEST thing I ever felt.” “But that means…” Annie trailed off. “Ouh: I gotta pee,” Kayla said urgently, before running towards the girls’ bathroom. “…Means…means you’re not wearing any panties,” Annie completed her thought. “Right,” I said proudly. Annie was clearly thinking about what I’d just told her, “But then if…” “Hey, how come you never have to pee?” I interrupted, suddenly realizing that I had NEVER seen Annie go to the girls’ bathroom the entire time I’d know her. “I have to pee lots of times,” Annie said. “But I’ve never seen you go to the girls’ bathroom, or come back from the girl’s bathroom, or in the girls’ bathroom,” I commented. “I don’t,” she simply said. “You don’t? You don’t pee?” I was thoroughly confused. Annie gave me a funny look before quietly saying, “No. I don’t pee in the bathroom, I go in my pants.” “So you wear diapers?” I asked: shocked by the idea that a girl her age was still wearing diapers. “No way: they’re for babies,” she adamantly declared. I wanted to say something, but was having trouble finding the right words, “Well then… So if… That means…” I stammered. “Why do you think I always wear tight black pants that fit into my boots,” she continued explaining. “Well…” I began to speak, “Don’t you get in trouble for peeing your pants?” “Not if nobody finds out,” Annie said with a shrug of her shoulders. “How could nobody find out?” I asked, “Doesn’t it leave a puddle?” “It only leaves a puddle if I don’t do it right,” Annie said matter of factly. “Oh…” I began to say, “But how…” before trailing off. “I only pee when I’m standing,” she began to explain, “If I pee slow enough, most if it is sucked up by my panties, the rest runs down into my boots.” “Oh,” I said, “but why would you want to have pee in your panties all day?” “Cause they it makes them feel all nice and warm…” she said with a giggle, “…and moist and squishy on my cunny. Plus it’s nice not having to stop playing to use the bathroom…” “Not having to stop playing to use the bathroom does sound good. And if it feels good…” I reasoned aloud. “Be interesting to see what the breeze feels like on my bare cunny…” Annie thought aloud, before suggesting, “We could trade clothes now, then trade back after outside playtime,” with a grin. “Hey! Great idea,” I replied. An instant later we were headed towards the girls’ bathroom. *** When Annie and I went into the girls’ bathroom, only one of the three stalls wasn’t occupied. So, we both went into the one available stall and closed the metal door behind us. I had barely grabbed my dress when Annie pulled the long sleeveless shirt over her head. I pulled my dress and over my head as quickly as I could. As the dress cleared my eyes I saw that Annie had sat her shirt on the top of the toilet; so I put my dress next to it. Bending down to untie my sneakers I was amazed to see that Annie already had one boot off and was a fraction of a second from being totally barefoot. More amazing, though, her feet were glistening with moisture: wow did that looked NEAT. Noticing that Annie was beginning to remove her black leggings I went to work untying the laces on my sneakers. Glancing at Annie just before I stepped out of my sneakers, I saw that she was down to just her wave patterned yellow and pink panties… When my bare right foot hit the tile floor I nearly jumped: man it was cold. My left foot touched the cold tile floor at the very same second that Annie stepped out of her panties. “Here,” she said quietly, as she handed me the pair of yellow and pink wave-patterned brief-style panties she had just taken off. Taking them from her, I was surprised by how warm and moist the cotton fabric felt in my hand. She must have noticed a look of surprise on my face, because she whispered, “I peed a little after getting out of the car,” in my ear. “Oh,” I quietly said back. Glancing down I noticed that her crotch area was also glistening with moisture; her cunny even looked kinda pink… I stepped into the panties my friend had just been wearing, pulled them up my legs, and over my hips. I couldn’t believe how warm and moist Annie’s panties felt on not just my cunny, but my whole crotch area. It felt a little weird, but in a good way: kinda like a bathing suit when just the bottom area is wet, except warm… The spell of how the wet panties felt was broken when I heard the water running: somebody was washing their hands. Afraid that we might get in trouble for being in the same stall together, I quickly grabbed the black leggings off the toilet and stepped into them. Their overall tightness combined with the dampness on the inside of the legs made them surprisingly difficult to pull up, but I managed. On to the boots; just as the tips of the toes on my right foot entered the top of Annie’s boot, I glanced over to see that she had my dress fully on, and was pulling on the second of my sneakers. Shoving my foot down in to the boot hard, and fast, I was amazed by how warm and damp the inside of the boot felt on my foot. I quickly shoved my left foot into the left boot…it felt similar. The running water stopped, and the door of the girls’ bathroom opened then, closed. Annie was tying the laces on my sneakers, which were on her sockless feet, when I pulled her long sleeve-less shirt over my head. I looked through the little crack between the edge of the stall’s metal door and the frame: not seeing anybody, I quietly said, “Nobody’s out there,” before opening the door. Annie and I stepped out of the stall. When we turned towards the door that lead back to the main playing room, we heard a stall door open followed by Kayla’s voice, “Hey…” Both Annie and I turned around. A puzzled look appeared on Kayla’s face before she asked, “Why’d you guys switch clothes?” “So Annie can see what it’s like not wearin’ panties,” I quickly replied. “And this way Lisa can see how my boots feel,” Annie added. “Oh…” Kayla commented with a little tilt of her head before the three of us stepped out of the girl’s bathroom. *** We played for a while. Surprisingly I fairly quickly got used to the moist feeling on my feet from the inside of Annie’s boots. It took a bit longer to get used to warm moist feeling of her peed in panties against my crotch, though. Not long after I began to become accustomed to the warm moistness against my crotch, Ms. Hailey blew her whistle and said “Outside play time.” We lined up and headed outside. *** I don’t think I made it ten steps outside when I realized I needed to pee. I pulled Annie aside and said, “I gotta pee.” “So?” she replied. “So, what’s the best way to do it?” I asked while leading Annie towards the big tree near the edge of the playground. Continuing to speak, I added, “I don’t wanna make a puddle and have Ms. Hailey yell at me.” Smiling, Annie began giving me advice in a near whisper, “Make sure you’re standing up real straight…have your feet a few inches apart…pee real slowly…” “Okay,” I said quietly, as I moved my right foot outwards until there was about four inches between the two boots. I stood as straight as I could; then in a near whisper I said to Annie, “I gonna start peeing now: let me know if I start making a puddle so I can stop…” A smile appeared on Annie’s face as she boldly said, “Go.” With that I began to slowly release my bladder. Initially I felt the crotch area of the panties become much wetter and warmer around my cunny. Then that warm wet sensation spread up both the front and back panels of the panties, before beginning to make its way down the leggings along the inside of both of my thighs… “What are ya doin’?” Kayla’s voice interrupted my concentration. Without thinking, I replied, “Peeing…” “Ah…” Kayla commented in a very surprised voice. Thankfully Annie began explaining, “Peeing in your clothes is better than peeing in a toilet: you don’t have to stop playing to do it and it feels all nice and warm and wet on your cunny.” Kayla stood there silently for several seconds processing what Annie had just told her while I continued peeing. By the time Kayla asked, “Doesn’t it make a mess?” the warm wetness of my pee was already running down the insides of my lower legs. “Not if you do it right,” Annie answered, before asking, “You see a mess under Lisa?” Kayla leaned back a little and looked down at the ground under the boots I was wearing. As I watched Kayla’s eyes move up my legs, I felt the warm wetness of my pee beginning to flow down into the boots that were on my bare feet; and quickly begin pooling around my toes. Perhaps five seconds after Annie had asked the question I stopped peeing: none left inside me to pee out. At the same time, Kayla looked at me and said, “You’re not peeing…” “Not anymore,” I replied with a little giggle, before adding, “It feels real warm on my toes…” Before Annie or Kayla could say anything a small gust of wind blew across the playground. I was just a little jealous as I watched the bottoms of the dresses they were wearing lift up a little; then a bit more jealous when the both cooed, “Ouuu…” in pleasure at the same time. For a few seconds the three of us stood there without saying a word. “You were right: not wearin panties under a dress is better,” Annie commented with a smile. “Yup,” Kayla definitively declared, before turning to me and asking, “Is peeing in clothes better than peeing in a toilet?” Smiling, I replied, “Oh yea…lots better…” “You could try it if we trade clothes again,” Annie suggested. Kayla and I both turned and looked over towards the parking lot at the deli next door. “He’s not there,” Kayla commented. “Who’s not where?” Annie asked. “Yesterday there was a guy in a black van taking pictures of us,” I commented. “I think he’s like my uncle,” Kayla added. “Uhm, what?” Annie asked. “He’s always staring at kids,” Kayla explained. “Ah…okay…” Annie commented; clearly confused. I happened to glance around the side of the tree and noticed that there was nobody in the playhouse, so I suggested, “We could trade clothes in the playhouse.” Annie turned and looked at the playhouse before saying, “Good idea.” In a flash the three of us were running to the playhouse. Once inside we closed the plastic door shut and all three of us began by removing our shoes. Barely two seconds after Kayla had her shoes off; she was pulling her dress over her head. Annie wasn’t far behind; pulling my dress that she’d been wearing for the past fifteen or so minutes over her head a second later. I quickly had Annie’s long purple sleeve-less shirt off, but I was really struggling with the black leggings: the tight wet fabric was clinging to my skin on the insides of my legs. “I never had that much trouble taking off leggings,” Kayla commented. “They stick when their wet,” Annie explained before suggesting, “It’ll be easier if you roll them off.” I stopped trying to pull the leggings down and began rolling from the waistband downwards. It was much easier. By the time I stepped out of the wet leggings, Annie had Kayla’s dress on and was just beginning to slide her toes into Kayla’s sneakers. Seeing as I was holding up the process, I quickly yanked the wet panties down my legs and stepped out of them, then promptly handed them to Kayla. “These are real warm,” Kayla commented as she pulled Annie’s panties which I’d just peed in / through snuggly against her crotch. “Nice, right?” Annie half asked while I was pulling my own dress back over my head. As I slid my damp bare feet into my sneakers I commented, “Must be real good in the winter…” “Yea…” Annie half giggled as Kayla slipped her feet into the legs of the leggings. Since I had rolled the leggings down my legs to take them off, it was easy for Kayla to put them on; by simply rolling them up her legs. Looking at me as she picked up Annie’s long purple sleeve-less shirt, Kayla commented, “You really did pee in these…” “Yup,” I replied. “I peed in them a little when I got here too,” Annie added with a grin as Kayla pulled the shirt over her head. A second later Kayla began sliding her right foot into Annie’s right boot. Suddenly she stopped and said, “There’s liquid in…” Annie’s grin got a little bigger as she began to explain, “The pee runs down the leggings into the boots; it stays in them since they’re waterproof which keeps feet nice and warm and wet…” Kayla half shrugged before putting her right foot the rest of the way into the boot, then repeating the process with her left foot. “Hmm… the wetness kinda makes me wanna pee…” Kayla thought out loud. “You can pee whenever you want; just stand up real straight, have your feet a few inches apart, and, pee real slowly…” Annie repeated the instructions she’d given to me. Kayla straightened her body, said “Alright” and took a breath. Half a second later the door of the playhouse swung open. In an instant there were three more kids in the playhouse as Becky, Joey, and Nicole stormed in. Before Annie, Kayla or me could say a word; Joey and Nicole plopped down on the floor of the playhouse and began pulling their shoes off. Becky broke the silence by quickly explaining, “I told them how much better not wearing socks is, and Ms. Hailey would’a yelled at ‘em if they took their shoes off…so…” “…But she won’t see them do it in here,” I finished Becky’s thought. “Right,” Joey said, as he was folding his socks and putting them into his shoes. A couple seconds later Nicole and Joey both had their shoes back on. Judging by the way the top of their sneakers were moving up and down a little (out near the very front); they were wiggling their toes. “Wow it is better,” Nicole commented. “Lots better,” Joey added. “Told ya,” Becky said through a smile. Joey turned to me and asked, “Becky said you figured out that not wearing socks is better, how’d you come up with the idea?” I wasn’t sure how to reply. Lucky for me, I didn’t end up needing to reply; because barely a second after Joey asked me, Nicole changed the subject by saying, “Are you peeing your pants?” to Kayla. “No…” Kayla quickly declared before I could even move my eyes towards her legs. And when I was looking at the black leggings she had on it was completely obvious: the insides of both legs were glistening with wetness! “No way you’re not peeing your pants,” Becky stated the obvious. “NO: I’m not peeing MY pants,” Kayla definitively declared. “But…ah…” Joey pointed at Kayla’s legs. Suddenly realizing the technicality Kayla was using I spoke up, “No, Kayla isn’t peeing her pants.” Becky, Joey and Nicole all gave me this funny look until Annie finally spoke up, “Kayla’s peeing my pants…” “Wait…what?” Becky and Joey said at the same time. “Yea…You always wear leggings,” Nicole said as she turned to Annie, “So that’s Kayla’s dress… “And shoes,” Annie added. “Oh wow…” Becky half laughed. “Yea…” Annie laughed. I was about to ask ‘what was funny’ but before I could open my mouth, Joey half giggled, “Nicole and me do that.” “It’s always so nice and warm…” Nicole giggled. Now I was even more confused, “Wait, what?” I asked. Turning to me, Nicole began explaining, “Back in the winter, I had to wee, but there weren’t any bathrooms nearby. Daddy told me to just go in my pants.” She paused for a second to take a breath, “I really had to wee, so I did…” “A couple days later I had to go when it was just the two of us,” Joey took over telling the story. “When I told Nicole I had to ‘go’ she told me I could ‘go’ in her pants.” “Really?...” Becky asked in a disbelieving voice. “Really,” Nicole definitively replied before explaining, “When I peed in my pants it made them feel all nice and warm.” She paused for a second to take a breath before continuing, “I liked how it felt so…” she shrugged her shoulders. Wondering how they would have accomplished that feat, I asked, “So how did you?...” “Like this,” Joey said to me before turning to Kayla and saying, “Lift up the front of you shirt.” Just as Kayla began lifting up the bottom of the front of the dark purple sleeveless shirt she had on, Annie corrected Joey, “My shirt.” “Ah…uhm, right,” Joey acknowledged his mistake before adding, “You gotta get the bottom of the shirt above the top of the pants.” “Uhm-kay,” Kayla muttered as she continued lifting up the front of the shirt she had on. Once we could see a little strip of bare belly, Joey said, “That’s good,” as he yanked up the front of his shirt. When the bottom of his shirt was p near his neck, he tilted his head forward so he could hold up with shirt with his chin. He quickly moved his hands down to the waistband of his shorts and began pulling the front of them down. When I saw it I didn’t believe my eyes: Joey had this thing that looked to be halfway between a noodle and a hotdog hanging above this sac of skin sticking out from where the top of his cunny should have been. Before I could say anything, he had stepped forward and stuck the end of the noodle / hot dog looking thing into the top of the black leggings Kayla was wearing. He took a quick breath and said, “Here it comes…” Almost immediately after he said that, Kayla commented, “Oh wow…that feels even better…” “Oh yeah…” Nicole grinned. Not long after she finished speaking, the front of Annie’s black leggings that Kayla was wearing began to glisten with wetness. Barely thirty seconds after Joey had stuck the end of the noodle / hot dog thing into the top of the leggings Kayla was wearing, he took a step back: it fell out of the top of the leggings and he yanked his shorts back up before lifting his chin so his shirt would fall back into place. An instant after that Kayla let go of the front of Annie’s purple shirt allowing it to drop back into place. “Maybe I’ll wear leggings on Monday,” I thought out-loud. “So I can pee in them?” Joey asked. “Yea,” I giggled. Smiling a knowing smile, Nicole said, “You should…” She was interrupted by the sound of Ms. Hailey blowing her whistle and yelling, “Inside time.”