This is in no way my story. It is a story written by PrinceS at writining.com
I woke up and rolled over to look at my alarm clock. 7:14! It was Saturday morning, so I should be sleeping in; but I guess my sleep schedule had other thoughts, so I decided to just get ready. I walked out of my dorm quietly, as my roommate was still sleeping, and proceeded to to walk towards the end of the hall towards the shower. I had my towel in hand and my bathroom stuff in the other. The good thing about waking up early is that nobody else was up, so I could get ready in peace. After I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth, I headed back to my dorm room. Since it was only 7:50, I decided to get changed and take the bus downtown to grab some breakfast. I threw on my boxers, some red shorts, a white long-sleeve shirt (probably a few sizes too big) and my flip-flops and headed to the bus stop.
The stop was about a 10 minute walk from my dorm room as it was on the other side of campus. The bus arrived and 25 minutes later I got off. I walked another 4 minutes to Denny’s. When I got there, I was seated and my order was placed. The waitress was a girl named Emily, she said she was a freshman and lived at home with her parents and sister. She took my order and said she would be right back. She was beautiful, she had short blonde hair, blue eyes and had a pretty nice body. The only issue was that she was much taller than me. You see, I was pretty short, I was only 5’ 4 and got made fun of a lot; Emily on the other hand, was around 6 feet tall, maybe even taller. Since she was so beautiful, I decided I could live with that. When she brought me my food, she stopped and talked for a while. The place was not busy, so she wasn’t rushing around. From what I could tell, she was pretty into me. I learned that her parents were tall, her dad was a former center in the D-League ( he was 6’11") and her mom played college basketball (she was 6’4"!!!). She said, that her sister was going to be taller, as she was only 12 and was already 5’3". That means maybe our future kids would be tall and not picked on like I was.
She told me that she got off work in like 45 minutes and wondered if I would walk with her to the bus stop. I could hardly contain my excitement and said yes, she took my plates back to the kitchen and asked if I wanted anything else. Since I didn’t want to sit at an empty table while I waited, I told her to bring me back some water. The next forty-five minutes, people came in and out, so I didn’t get much time to talk to her. The only time I could was when she would ask if I needed a refill; since I really liked her, I kept chugging my glass of water- I felt like a genius.
Forty-Five minutes later, she approached the table. I paid for my stuff, she grabbed her bag and we headed to the bus stop. When we got there, we realized that we just missed the bus. So we sat at the bus stop waiting and all of that water hit me. I really had to pee. I looked around for the nearest store, there was a Meijer right behind us, so I told her I was going to the bathroom. She said ok and that she was going to wait here for the bus and if I don’t come back in time that it was nice meeting me. I really wanted to ride the bus with her, so I told her that I could wait. 10 minutes later the bus came and we were off.
Her stop was before mine, but was still a 20 minute trip. I really had to pee. When we got to her stop, I asked her if she wanted me to walk her home. She said of course and I got off the bus with her. It was like a 10 minute walk to her house; I had to pee so bad that I asked her if I could use her bathroom when we got there. She said that nobody was home so that should be fine- I took that as a hint that maybe I could stay longer. As we turned the corner, she pointed at her house, we were almost there. It was small, as it only had 2 bedrooms- she said that her dad walked out on her mom and that there was no settlement yet so it was all that they could afford. As I was looking for it, I didn’t notice the fire hydrant, and tripped over it falling to the ground. Normally, this would have been fine -a little embarrassing- but fine; however, because I had to pee badly, it was much worse. My bladder released, pee soaking everywhere. Since I was laying on my back, feet in the air, gravity went to work. Urine streamed from my midsection all the way to my chest and I was now laying on the ground next to the prettiest girl I have ever seen soaked in my own pee, holding back tears. Very embarrassing!
I expected her to laugh, but instead she was concerned. She said that she could take me back to her house and get me cleaned up. We walked the rest of the way to her house and walked in the bathroom. She said that I could shower and she would wash my clothes. I could stay here until they dried, that way I wouldn’t have to wear pee soaked clothes. She said that once I was in the shower she would come in and pick up my clothes. When she left, I took off my clothes and put them in the plastic bag she gave me; I hopped in the shower, in disbelief of what happened. While I was showering I heard the door open and then close again. I stayed in the shower as long as I could, trying not to face Emily, because I was still embarrassed. It wasn’t until the water got cold that I decided I couldn’t stay in there anymore. I hopped out of the shower, grabbed the towel and dried off. I then wrapped the towel around me and headed to find Em.
I found Em in the kitchen. She said that she had washed my clothes and they were drying, pointing outside. Sure enough, I saw my boxers, shorts, and shirts hanging on the clothesline blowing in the wind. Em said that since they didn’t have much money, a washing machine was out of the question and that they had to hand wash everything. She then proceeded to say that I couldn’t hang out in a towel all day and that she had to get me clothes. I followed her to her room.
When I got to Emily’s room, I couldn’t help but notice the bunk beds. One of them had princess sheets and the other one was just pink. 2 of the walls were covered in posters of 1D, JB, and Ariana Grande, and the other two were plain white. It was obvious that Emily shared a room with her sister. While I was looking, Emily started to talk.
“Now I know that it isn’t going to be the most ideal outfit, but it’s the best we can do. Since my dad walked out, it is just us girls in the house, so you will have to wear girl clothes. Now you can wear my clothes which won’t be too bad, the only thing that might be weird is the underwear. I don’t want you to wear mine, my mom’s, or my sister’s; but we do have some extra. My nana gave my sister some underwear for her birthday as a gag gift, so she doesn’t wear those. You will have to wear those ones. Besides that, you can wear any clothes in here; and don’t worry, it is just you and me, so nobody will make fun of you- I understand your situation.” With that she threw me something and left the room. I looked at the plastic package she threw me and stared in disbelief:
I didn’t even want to look at them, let alone wear them, but knew that it was the only option because Emily explicitly stated that I couldn’t go commando. So I closed my eyes, reached in, and pulled out one of the cyclindrical folded panties. I then threw the rest in the top drawer of the dresser. I continued to look for other clothes. It was chilly as heating is expensive, so I looked for pants and maybe a long sleeve shirt. I noticed some socks that looked warm, and since it was just me and Em, I figured what the heck and took them too.
I threw them next to the underwear I picked and started to look for pants. Just then Em walked in. Did you pick anything yet? She asked. I pointed at the underwear and socks. She said she loved my sock choice. I told her that I only picked it because it was cold and I had to pick socks anyway. She said that if I was really cold, I should wear these as they were really warm. I unfolded what she threw me.
She said that they were her sisters and that she had alway wanted to wear them but she was too tall. She told me to test it out that way I could tell her how they felt. I reluctantly said okay, I wanted to make her happy so if she had any respect left for me, I could still possibly ask her out. It was a long shot, but I had to try. She threw me one more piece of clothing and told me to wear it under the pajamas, so the zipper didn’t scratch me. With that, she grabbed some clothes. She told me that she would also change into pajamas and we could watch movies until my clothes dried. When she left the room I picked up the underwear I chose; they were white, with a yellow band, they had hearts and princess on them. I put my legs through them and pulled them up under my towel. They were definitely tighter than my boxers but amazingly seemed to fit. I then put on the last thing that Em threw me.
I then put on my socks and took off my towel. I looked in the full length mirror and couldn’t believe how foolish I looked. I was a college student, wearing little girl underwear, fuzzy socks, and a white tank top. I quickly turned and put on the pajamas.
I was standing in the room of the prettiest girl I have ever met. Normally, I would be ecstatic; however, I was super embarrassed and nervous. You see, I recently wet myself in front of her, so while my clothes were drying, I was wearing her little(not so little) sister’s clothes. I was wearing the yellow banded princess panties, fuzzy socks, and white camisole seen in part 1; and the 1D footed pajamas over all of that (also seen in part 1.
“Are you ever going to come out?” I heard Em shout from the other room. I walked out to see her sitting on the couch in big girl pajamas with a bowl of popcorn. “Awe, don’t you look cute” she said, I blushed and turned around. “I’m kidding, get back here. I won’t make fun of you anymore, I know you didn’t want to wear girl clothes. So tell me, how do the pajamas feel?” I turned back toward her.
“Well they are definitely different, they are really warm though” I said. They honestly felt pretty good, but I wasn’t going to admit that. And they were warm, which was good because the house was freezing.
“Come sit down, I picked out a movie for us to watch while we wait”. I headed over to the couch and sat down next to her. I looked at the TV and saw the DVD menu screen: it was Twilight. This was not a movie I would normally watch, but obviously Em wanted to and I just wanted to make her happy. She pulled a blanket over us, it was really soft but it was pink. She pressed play, picked up the popcorn bowl, then leaned on me.
We watched the movie, and throughout the entire thing I thought about making a move. She was literally all over me, but I couldn’t pull the trigger: 1. I was wearing her little sister’s clothes and knew that might be weird for her and 2. the movie was kind of good. We both got lost in the film and didn’t even hear the rain start to come down. It wasn’t until the credits started to roll that everything came back to me. I looked down and realized what I was wearing and then looked outside to see my clothes laying on the ground covered in mud.
What was I to do now? Em must have saw my concern. We can wash them again and either hang them up inside or back outside depending on the forecast. She went outside. When she came back we proceeded to wash the clothes; once again, Em was washing my clothes but atleast they were not urine soaked only mud. After we finished, we checked the radar; no more rain for the weekend so we should be good. She went outside to hang them back up, I could see a rainbow in the sky behind her. I noticed that my clothes were not the only clothes on the clothesline. When she came back in, Em explained that they share that with the neighbors beside them, they have 1 son and 2 daughters as well as a mom and a dad.
I asked Em what we were going to do now. She said that we could always watch the second Twilight. I was lowkey excited, so I plopped back down on the couch and Em sat beside. This time, she pulled me towards her, I put my head on her chest and laid down. Once again, I got lost in the movie as Em played with my hair. My hair wasn’t super long, but it was kind of shaggy. We were almost at the end of the movie- we made it to the part where Edward asks Bella to marry him- when the door opened. It was Em’s mom and sister.
“Oh hi” Em’s mom said. I was unsure what to do. I sunk underneath the blanket, making sure only my head was visible. Em’s mom came over to shake my hand. “Mom this is my friend from school, he walked me home after work” Em said. I proceeded to reach my hand out to shake Em’s mom’s hand. “Why is he wearing my favorite PJ’s!!!” Em’s sister shouted. I looked down, realizing that when I went to shake hands, the blanked slid down revealing the pajamas. I was frozen in embarrassment.
Em explained to her mom what happened, as I sat in shame listening to Em tell her mom and little sister that I wet myself. I expected ridicule, but once again was shocked when her mom responded with compassion. She said that she would go get my clothes, since they were probably dry now and that I could wait right here. As I waited, I was introduced to Em’s little siter. Her name was Bri and she had just gotten back from a dace recital that she participated in. She said that she wouldn’t usually be upset that I was wearing her PJs, but she really wanted to wear them tonight as she was cold last night. She finished saying, “But if you want to wear any other clothes of mine, thats OK”. Thanks, I said even though I had no intention to borrow clothes from a little girl ever again.
Em’s mom returned, but I noticed that she didn’t have my clothes in hand. “Are you sure you put them on the line, because nothing was there?” Em explained that the neighbors must have grabbed them, but that she would go over and get them back. Em’s mom interrupted, “they went camping with the church tonight, so they won’t be home until after church tomorrow.” Great, what was I going to do now. Once again Emily must have sensed my frustration. “Well, maybe you can stay here tonight and we will get them back tomorrow after church.” I really didn’t want to spend the night dressed as a girl, but I definitely wasn’t going back to my dorm dressed as one. I agreed. “What about my PJs?” Bri asked. “We will find new ones for him” Em’s mom said.
“I would give you mine, but these are my last clean pair” Em said. Em’s mom said that hers were too big and I really didn’t want to ask Bri for more clothes. “What about your old clothes, they should be in the attic.” Em’s mom stated. “No mom, that embarrassing” Em groaned. “Not anymore embarrassing than other choices” I said under my breath, but apparently loud enough for Em’s mom to hear. “Exactly my thoughts” Em’s mom chuckled. “Give Bri her PJs so she can change and I’ll be down in a minute”. “But you guys will see that I am wearing…” I stopped myself as I realized I was thinking out loud. “Don’t worry we have all seen people walking around in panties before” Em’s mom said before heading up to the attic. I was mortified. Was I really about to do this? I couldn’t say no as they have all been so cool about this. “Hurry up, I’m cold” Bri said.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I unzipped the PJs. I slid my arms out and let PJs drop to the floor. I now stood in the living room, wearing nothing but princess panties, a camisole, and fuzzy socks. Neither Bri or Em laughed, but instead acted like everything was normal. Bri chirped in “those socks are really comfortable, they should keep your feet warm.” I bent down and picked up the PJs and handed them to Bri, she ran off into her bedroom to change. Em grabbed my arm, “Ok, before you say anything, I was a really tall little girl, so it was really hard for my mom to find clothes that had the things I liked on them. If she did, they were generally expensive, so she kept them all just in case Bri was like me at that age.” I realized that she didn’t think this was going to be embarrassing for me, but for her. She continued, “You see, I was kind of obsessed with My Little Pony and Hello Kitty, so don’t make fun of me”. Don’t make fun of you? I thought to myself. Just then, Em’s mom returned carrying a large box.
“Hey those are cute” she said, “I told Bri she could wear them”; I then knew that she was talking about my current underwear situation. “Let’s see what PJs we can find you”. The box was ripped open, and Em and her mom started pulling out clothes and sorting them. There was a lot of pink and almost everything was My Little Pony or Hello Kitty.
“What size are those?” Em’s mom asked. “14-16” Em responded. Em’s mom came behind me, and before I realized what she was doing, grabbed my waistband of my underwear and stretched it out. “Well these are a 12” she said, “so anything 12-16 should work”. "Let’s find something warm though, she said. After about another minute Em’s mom handed me these but in my size:
I did not even argue, I just wanted to hide my underwear. I quickly threw on the pajama pants which fit perfectly, I then took off the camisole and put on the long sleeve shirt. As I was dressing, Em suggested we watch the next Twilight movie. That was something I could agree on. She told me to go get Bri and she would make more popcorn. I walked towards Em and Bri’s room but stopped as I passed the window. I looked in the reflection, I looked ridiculous. I continued and walked into the girl’s room. Bri was painting her toenails. “Wanna watch a movie?” I asked. She said yes and we headed to the living room. Em’s mom and Em were already on the couch, I sat on the end next to Em.
“Nice nails” Em’s mom told Bri. “Can I paint yours?” Bri asked. If you are quiet during the movie. Em pressed play and we watched the movie while Bri painted her mom’s nails. I was once again lost in the movie, that is, until Bri pulled on my pant leg. “Your next…” she said, I looked over and saw that both Em and her mom had newly painted nails. I shook my head no. “Come on,” she said, nobody ever sees your toenails and I want to practice". I realized she would pester until I said yes, so agreed. She took off my socks and started to paint. I continued to watch the movie, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Bri again, this time sitting on the back of the couch. “Can I do your hair” once again I looked over and saw the Em and her mom both had new hair styles. I have always like people playing with my hair, so I agreed again- I mean I can always put it back the other way when she was finished.
The movie ended and we were all exhausted. I asked where I was going to sleep. “You can share my bed” Em said. Maybe everything wasn’t as bad as it seems, I thought. I put my socks back on and followed Em to her room, but stopped at the window again. This time, I noticed my new hair style. It was combed over and I had a pink clip with a butterfly on it. At first glance, I thought I saw a girl, but looking closer, I realized it was me. “Wow” I said out loud. “Yeah you could pass as a girl easily” Em said. Not exactly want I wanted to hear from the girl I wanted to date, but hey I was about to sleep with her. I reached up and started to grab the clip, “No leave it in, it’ll make Bri happy” Em said. Whatever I though. I followed Em to her room and climbed to the top bunk with her.
I laid down and she wrapped her arms around me. This was perfect I thought, well almost perfect and I nodded off to sleep. I had this vivid dream, I was in my dorm again. I was walking down to the shower, just like I did today. This time I had my clothes with me. I hopped in the shower, then got out. My clothes were now gone and in their place, just a pair of pink panties. I tried to exit the bathroom but I was locked in, I saw a note. Put on the panties to unlock the stalls and use the toilet to unlock the door. I slid on the panties. I headed over to the stalls and tried to pull down the front. I got electrocuted and was forced to sit down. The panties slid off and I started to urinate.
I woke up only to realize that everything was not only a dream. I realized that I had wet myself in my sleep and soaked the bed. I pulled Em’s arms off of me and headed to the bathroom. She woke up, “Uh oh, are you ok?” she asked. I was surprised she wasn’t mad. “Yeah I am fine, just sort of had an accident.” “That’s ok, go take a shower and I clean it up” she then turned on the lights, which caused Bri to wake up. Em explained what was going on and told Bri to go back to bed. I headed to the bathroom, embarrassed that Bri and Em both saw me in soaking wet PJs. I hopped in the shower, only to hear the door open. “Hey don’t use all the hot water, I need to shower too.” That’s when I realized not only did I pee myself, but I peed on Em too; it amazed me how she wasn’t mad.
I hurried up and grabbed a towel to dry off. On the toilet I noticed new clothes. I picked them up and put them on. First were the panties, they were from that package, but these were the pink ones with the cat, bows, and paw prints on them. No use trying to argue, I had now wet myself twice in 24 hours. Next I saw socks. I put them on.
Finally, I saw what looked like a Hello Kitty dress. I put that on too.
I opened the door, only to see Em and her mom talking in the kitchen. “Come over here” Em’s mom said. Great, now I am in trouble I thought, could things get any worse?
“Hey, I know that what happened was an accident so don’t worry about that; but we were just talking about tomorrow. Do you want to go to church with us?”
Confused, I confessed that I have never been to church before and that neither of my parents were religious. Em’s mom asked about my family. I told her that my parents have a poor relationship and I don’t get along with either of them. I moved as far away as I could for college and that I didn’t ever want to go back. I continued to say that I stay at college over winter and summer break and that as strange as it was, today was first time that I was involved in what I thought a family would act like. That was way more than I wanted to tell her, but I was tired and wasn’t thinking very well. And mentioning that I felt like part of a family was my biggest mistake.
“Well it’s settled then, you will head to church with us tomorrow…”
I then thought about clothing arrangements, “Wait” I pleaded.
“I know that these have just been accidents but I want to make sure you don’t have any when we are gone tomorrow. The only way to do that is to take you with us or forced you to leave while we are gone. I think that it’ll be good to introduce structure to your life and get you to church. Im not trying to be mean but my daughter really likes you and I do too. It would be really special for both of us if you go.”
I had no leverage to argue because I had wet myself twice in their home; and I know she is just trying to be nice, but I had to avoid it one last time. “I don’t have anything to wear…”
“We will figure that out tomorrow, we have plenty clothes. You even admitted that you can pass as a girl. Now Em put on her old sheets on her bed and new blankets, so head to bed and she will be in after her shower.”
With that, I headed back on top of the bunk bed and laid down. What had I gotten myself into? While trying to process all of these thoughts, I fell asleep.
“Time to wake up” I heard Bri say as she is pushing my shoulder. “I’m up” I respond. I look around, to see Bri running out the door. I look behind me and notice that Em is no longer behind me. I look down and unfortunately confirm what I expected: the events of yesterday were not part of a dream. The night gown I had on the night before had risen up all the way to my chest, so when I looked down, my pink panties were clearly visible. I pulled the rest of the covers off.
I climb down the ladder and pull my socks back up to knee length. My night gown drops back down to right above my knees. I walk towards the kitchen and noticed that everybody else was at the table already dressed up. I took my seat and had some eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. Since it was so cold in here and the air was dry, I was parched. But due to the events of yesterday, I only had half of a glass of orange juice. It was 7:30 in the morning. After I finished my breakfast, Em’s mom grabbed my arm and led me into the bathroom.
“Since you already took a shower a couple of hours ago, we will just get you dressed and do your hair and make-up.”
“Make-up?!?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do either, but I figured if you were going to wear girl clothes in public, I figured you would want to pass as a girl.” I reluctantly agreed. First put these on, she said as she handed me clothes. I expected her to leave the bathroom, but she didn’t. I slid the night gown over my head. Next I pulled off my panties, on the way down sliding off my socks too.
“Now it is up to you, but since you are wearing a dress and tights, you might want to shave your legs so your hair doesn’t show through.”
I really did not want to be found out and I normally wear pants anyways, I agreed. I was not about to be recognized. Em’s mom started to run the water of the bath and grabbed a new razor and shaving cream. She first shaved my face for me, which was weird, but she did a good job and I did not want facial hair. Next she moved down to my legs. I expected her to only to the bottom part, but boy was a wrong. She applied the cream to every inch of my lower body, and I do mean every inch.
Since she was handling everything down there, nature took its course and blood rushed to places I didn’t want it to. Instead of telling her to stop, I instinctively apologized. She continued and told me it wasn’t a problem and she knew I couldn’t help it. She then asked if I wanted to shave my chest so no hair pops out if the dress falls. Once again, I agreed not wanting any slip ups. So she saved not only my chest, but also my back and stomach. I now stood unclothed and hairless everywhere except my hair and my arms. I asked about my arms, but she claimed that many girls had hair on their arms. But she did shave my armpits. Next she told me to get dressed.
I unrolled the panties that she gave me. These were the blue ones in the package, with ariel and seashells on them. While I was pulling them up, I noticed my toes were still painted pink.
“I’m just curious, how do those feel?” Em’s mom asked.
“They are definitely tighter than my boxers” I joked, trying to make light out of an awkward situation.
“I noticed they keep everything tucked away, it looks like they fit well.” she said.
“Yeah I guess” I responded. I didn’t want to tell her the truth. I didn’t want to tell myself the truth. These actually felt great. They were really thin and the cotton was really soft, it also prevented the bouncing that my boxers allowed. I actually preferred these in comfort, but hated the design and gender they were made for.
I continued to dress, picking up the tights
I pulled them up all the way up past my underwear. I didn’t see any other clothes, until Em came in holding a dress. “I ironed it,” she said, here put it on.
I looked at it and had no idea what to do. I started to slide it over my head, but realized that there were shorts sewn into the dress.
“Em had troubles keeping her dress down, so we had to do that to all of her dresses. We had a tailor add a zipper in the back.” She took the dress and unzipped the zipper all the way down the shirt part and to the dress part. She had me step into the dress, one leg at a time and pulled it up. I placed my arms in the sleeves and she zipped up the back. She then went and got a stool and placed it in the bathroom.
I sat down and faced the mirror. Em’s mom stepped behind and started to do my hair, like Bri did last night. First she grabbed what she called a straightener and used it on my hair. Then she combed over the bangs and clipped them with a black hair clip. The used hair spray and other items and after a few minutes put everything down. I didn’t even recognize myself. Next she turned me around and told me to close my eyes. She then painted them with what she called eye shadow. Next she used a tool to make my eyelashes look bigger. After that she added make up to my cheeks and forehead. Finally, she told me to pretend like I was kissing Em and put lipstick on me. Before I had a chance to look at myself, she brought me to the living room.
When I got there, Em and Bri were sitting there, ready to go. “Look at you” they said, “how beautiful”. I saw my reflection in the window, well I saw a reflection in the window but looking back at me was definitely a girl. I was convinced that nobody would recognize me so I became less stressed about going out. Em came over, hugged me, then yelled “Selfie”, her camera snapped. “Let me see” I said. What I saw was two girls taking a selfie.
“Let’s get down to business” Em’s mom said. “I am going to have to introduce you, what should we call you?.” Without hesitation, I said “Sarah”. I don’t know what came over me, or why I chose this but I decided to roll with it. Alright Sarah, girls lets get in the car. I was told to put on a pair of Mary Janes, I complied. I followed the girls outside, when the door opened, a gust of wind hit my legs. I felt it all the way up my dress; it kind of felt good, but I wasn’t going to tell anybody that. I got in the back seat with Bri and we headed to church.
After about a 10 minute drive, we pulled up to the building. The girls and I got out of the car. We were greeted at the door, “Hello girls, who is your friend?” the man asked. “Sarah” I said in a quiet, high pitched voice, not trying to give away my manliness. We continued down a hallway to a table. “Hey Bri” the lady at the table said, “nice to see you brought a friend, how old is she?” “20” I responded. The lady laughed hysterically and handed a paper to Em’s mom. Fill this out and she can come it too the lady said. Em’s mom pulled us to the side. She didn’t even think about Sunday school. She said that since I was dressed like a little girl, people wouldn’t think I was 20 and that since I was the same height as Bri, everyone though I was her friend instead of Em’s. She said that mass was out of the question and said I had to go to Sunday school instead. She said that if I said I was Bri’s age I could at least hang out with her and proceeded to fill out the health form.
I couldn’t believe I came and couldn’t even spend time with Em, at worse, had to go to class with a bunch of kids. We headed back to the table and turned in the form. I was given a nametag with my “name” on it and it was covered in hearts and flowers. I was separated from Em and her mom and taken to a class room. I saw Bri sitting in the back of the class and I sat by her. For the next 45 minutes, I attended a class led by a teacher who looked like she was still in high school. We wrote letters to our parents and then made a craft. While it was child level work, it was work that I hadn’t done in a while and actually had fun. That was, until I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher said sure and asked Bri to go with me to show me where it was.
I could not believe I had to ask somebody younger than me if I could go to the bathroom, then have somebody way younger than me walk me there. When we got there, I felt my stomach churning. We had to wait for somebody to exit the bathroom then I went in. I told Bri to stay outside as it would still be weird for her to come in, since we were not the same age. I was about to explode, so I hurried to take my dress off; except, I couldn’t reach the zipper. I felt something coming, so I waddled back over to the door and opened it. I couldn’t see Bri anywhere. I called out to her, slowly waddling down the hall way. I ran into her at the drinking fountain and asked her to unzip me. She did and I thanked her. I had to hurry up back to the bathroom but couldn’t run, because I felt something start to come out. If I were to stand up straight, I would close the exit and cut off what was trying to come out, therefore messing myself. I got back into the restroom, and dropped the dress to the floor. I started to take the tights off, when things started to come out of the back end. I was messing myself, I sat down quickly and tried to pull of the panties, attempting to contain the mess without wetting anywhere; but that was to no avail. I successfully prevented my tights and dress from getting wet, but not my panties.
As I sat on the toilet with my soaked and full undies around my waist, I completely took off my tights and dress. I threw them in the corner and plotted on what to do next. Then I heard a knock on the door. “Are you almost done?” it was Bri. She was my only hope. I stood up, cracked the door open and poked my head out. I told her my situation. This has been the most embarrassing thing up to date. Instead of laughing, she told me she had an idea and told me to hang tight. She ran off and I shut the door. I headed back to the toilet and emptied the back of my undies into the potty. I then took off my underwear completely, wrapped them in paper towel and threw them away. After doing that, there was another knock.
“It’s me” Bri said. I poked my head out again. “I know that it isn’t the best option, but it’s the only thing I could think of.” She handed me something. "I went into the younger class and told her I needed a glue stick, when she was getting one, I snuck out one of these.
It was a pull-up. Realizing I had no other option, I shut the door in defeat. I opened it up, put my legs through it, and pulled it up. Believe it or not, it fit. I started to walk to the corner where “my” clothes were, and I heard the taunting crinkle. Quickly, I put on the tights and dress and walked back to the door. The tights and dress compressed the sound a little bit, but if you listened close enough, you can hear it. I opened the door and met Bri.
“So is it on?” she asked, squeezing the back of me. “Awesome” she said. We walked back to the class, every step the crinkle seemed louder and louder. We entered the class, “Are you girls alright?” the “teacher” asked. “Yeah, I had to go too” Bri covered for me. The next 10 minutes were uneventful. The parents started to come and finally Em and her mom came to pick us up.
The teacher made us give our caretaker hugs when the got there. First Em’s mom gave me one, then Em. Em whispered, “hey sexy” in my ear and reached to grab my butt. Normally, this would be good and I was honestly shocked that after all that she has seen, she still finds me attractive; but her grabbing my butt may have hurt my case. “What is that?” she whispered. I told her I would tell her later and we went to the car.
When we got to the car, she instantly asked what I was wearing. I told her the story and how Bri saved me. They told me that it was ok and made sure I was feeling ok. They said that it was another accident and it was my clothes fault. When I was growing up, if I had an accident, I was whipped. Now I have had three in 24 hours, and this family has been so understanding. I was glad I met these people, even under the current circumstance.
We got back to their house and the first thing I did was ask about my clothes. Em’s mom said that the neighbors were throwing a block party so she would go over there and get my clothes. But she continued saying that at church this morning they told her that Bri’s friend should come and that her, Em, and Bri would love to spend more time with me. The only issue is that Bri’s friend is a girl and I would have to stay dressed up. I really enjoyed spending time with this family, so I agreed.
They were excited, the excitement continued as the girls got dressed for the party. Em said that she would pick my clothes and later returned with the following outfit, including white and blue Cinderella underwear from nana’s gift to Bri.
I put the clothes on; only later to realize that it was like I was putting on another outfit, it was no longer a battle with myself. After we had all gotten ready, Em handed me a pair of pink crocs and we were off to the block party.
We headed out of the front door and I look down at my outfit. I asked Em’s mom, “Do girls my age wear Hello Kitty?” I was astounded when I heard those words leave my mouth, I couldn’t believe I referred to myself as not only a child but a girl as well.
“Well Emily did when she was your age” Em’s mom chuckled. “Stop, that’s embarra-” Em stopped what she was saying, realizing the situation that I was in. “Some girls, yes” she changed her answer. “Well girls the age I am pretending to be” I said trying to correct my earlier statement, “I mean, I am actually a man”. “Yes, we know” Em and her mom responded.
We arrived at the neighbors house and were welcomed by a man, women, and two younger girls. “Hey neighbors,” the man said, “it’s nice of you to join us beautiful” the man said directing his attention towards me. “What is your name?” he asked. I don’t know why, but I hid behind Emily. “This is Sarah” Em answered for me. The man replied, “Well Sarah, these are my daughter Kate and Tara”. Now directing his attention to the two girls behind him, “Kate, Tara, go show Sarah and Bri your new playhouse.” Still I hid behind Em, until Bri grabbed my hand and dragged me into the backyard. “Don’t blow your cover” she hissed at me.
We followed the two girls to what looked like a small version of a pink house; it looked like it was a remodeled shed. “Dad built it for us” one of the girls said; “by the way, I am Tara”. Tara was taller and older than her sister, but they both were much shorter than Bri and I. They both had long blonde hair and were wearing dresses. Tara opened the door. I peeked inside, there was a scaled down plastic kitchen under what appeared to be an elevated bed and a couch on the other side. The bed had Hello Kitty sheets and the couch was pink, there was also a pink and white rug laying in the center of the floor. There were two windows on each side of the door and various types of posters on the remaining wall. I had asked about the bed, “sometimes Mom and Dad let us stay the night out here” Kate replied.
“Girls, come get some food” somebody shouted, we all exited the playhouse. Outside I saw around 20 people scattered around the yard. Some were hanging by the pool, others at the picnic table, some by the grill on the patio, and there were two people playing bag toss. I followed Bri to her mom. She handed us plates with hotdogs and macaroni, along with some fruit. I took my plate and sat next to Em. “No, Sarah sit by us” Kate shouted from a different, much smaller table. “You probably should” Em said, “I’ll be thinking of you”. I picked up my food and sat at the table. I started to eat, Em’s mom came over with a cup of punch and handed it to me.
The lunch was uneventful, the girls mostly talked about school. I tried to eat in silence. After I finished eating, I sat at the table for a minute. I saw Em coming over, “girls, do you want to go swimming?”. There girls were all for it. Em opened the bag in her hand and threw Bri her bathing suit. The three girls ran off to go change, “follow me” Em said. I followed her to the bathroom she started to undress. “It’s not polite to stare. Come on, get changed.” Em joked. I took off my socks, followed by my shirt, then finally my shorts. I stood there in just my Cinderella panties. Em was completely naked. “What about those?” she said pointing to my underwear. “I was thinking, I should probably wear these so my bulge isn’t noticeable” I responded. “Good idea”. She pulled out a red bathing suit, both tops and bottoms; I put my hands out. “Sorry, this is mine; you are going to have to wear my old one… sorry again” She said. Next she pulled out what I was going to be wearing.
“Yeah, I less proud of this phase of my life…” Em said noticing my disgruntled look holding the bathing suit. “How do I even get in here” I questioned. Em grabbed it, pulling the straps away from each other. I put my legs through each of the leg holes. She pulled it it, until she couldn’t pull anymore. I put my arms underneath the straps and looked down. it was kind of stretched but it was on. Em pulled up the skirt and started tucking my panties inside of the bottom of the suit. “Your undies plus the skirt should hide your bulge, so that is a plus” she said. She stood back up, her body looked amazing. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight and proceeded to kiss me on the cheek. “Now don’t worry, your make-up should stay on.” The brief moment I started to feel like a boy, I was reminded that I was not dressed like one. Em grabbed my hand and took me back outside.
We walked by the people on the patio, then past the table, and finally past the people sitting pool side. Nobody said a thing; “Jump in!” Tara shouted. Em took off and jumped in the pool, I decided to take the stairs in. The pool was really warm, it must have been heated. Every step I took, the water rose, making the pink on my swimsuit turn a darker shade. I met up with the girls. They wanted to play marco polo. Em said she would be it and we spread out in the pool. “Looking good Sarah” I heard Em’s mom shout. I was embarrassed. I then heard her explaining that I had to wear Em’s old bathing suit since I didn’t bring my own. At least I had a cop out. We spent another 45 minutes in the pool. Eventually we got tired out and Em suggested that we go change back.
I dried off and followed Em back to the bathroom. We both started to undress again. I took off my swimsuit and started to take off my wet undies. Uh-oh, what was I supposed to wear wet undies for the rest of the day? At least I hadn’t actually wet them this time. I guess I hadn’t thought that far ahead when changing into my swimsuit. I asked Em for a solution. Then we heard a knock on the door. “Come on Sarah, we are going to play house”, it was Bri. Em opened the door and let her inside. I quickly pulled up my towel to cover myself. Em told Bri to go over to the house and grab some of the underwear that was left.
After about 5 minutes, Bri returned. She said that mom had gone to the store to pick up more drinks for the party with Tara and Kate’s mom and that the house was locked; but she had another idea. She pulled her hand out from behind her back and handed me something.
Oh no, not again. I was really starting to dislike Bri’s ideas, as they all involved diapers. She said that she told one of the mom’s left early so she could pick up her young daughter, so she went over to her house and asked to borrow one because they were playing house. The mom agreed and handed her one of her daughters pull ups. I asked how I was going to hide this for the day. She said that we would play house in the playhouse until it was time to leave and Tara and Kate would keep it a secret. So once again, I found myself wearing a pull up. Bri left and I dropped my towel, removing my wet undies. Em put them in the bag, but stopped me before I put on the pull ups. She reached in the cupboard in the bathroom and pulled out a white bottle. “These are going to be tight, so they might rub a lot, I’ll use these to prevent a rash. Lay down”
I did as instructed and Em started dumping powder on me. I realized that she was putting baby powder on me; the smell was strong. I would have argued, but she started rubbing in the area. She then, ignoring my natural reaction, put both of my legs through the pull up and pulled it up my body. She then helped me up, spun me around, then pulled on the band of my pullups. She dumped more powder down my backside. “There, you are all set”, she patted my backside and handed me my shorts. I quickly put them on, covering my diaper. Next I put my socks and shirt back on. When I got my crocs back on, Em grabbed my hand and led me back to the playhouse.
Em gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me to have fun with a wink, and left me outside the front door. I wondered if anyone I walked by had noticed, but I doubted it. They didn’t really even realize I was here. I walked in the door of the playhouse. “Baby is home” I heard Tara say. Obviously Bri had already told the girls. “Come here and lay down”, I did as instructed. “Now babies don’t need to wear pants around the house, lets take them off.” I objected, I did not want the girls to see that I was wearing a diaper; but they didn’t let up. Tara continued, “Don’t be shy, its only us in here, I am your mom, do as I say. Don’t make me get grandma…” The last one is the one that convinced me, I didn’t want any of the adults to know about my underwear situation. I slid my shorts off.
The two girls giggled. Bri stopped them, “she agreed to be the baby so we could play, don’t make fun of her”. Tears started to form in my eyes. Tara then reached over me and popped something in my mouth. It was a pacifier, she said that it was from one of her dollies; it was decorated like a butterfly. Next she put my shorts on the couch and told me to climb on the couch. I did as I was told and she went outside.
She returned with cake for everybody. She then sat next to me and put a piece of cake on a fork. She then said that babies couldn’t feed themselves and told me to open up. This was embarrassing and the plane noises didn’t help out. After I finished the cake, I was told to climb up on the bed. Tara said it was nap time and covered me up with a blanket. The blanket was actually really comfortable and I decided that sleeping was better that playing with those girls, so I closed my eyes.
I felt myself getting lifted in the air. My eyes flew open, I looked up and saw a familiar face. “Tara and Kate said you were sleeping in here, you are getting ready to leave.” It was the neighbor’s dad. I tried to talk, but something stopped me. It was my pacifier, I looked down and realized I was only wearing a diaper. I started to tear up. “What’s wrong?” the man said. Through the sniffles, I spit out my pacifier and I managed to say, “My shorts”. The man caught the pacifier and put it back in my mouth. “Hold this and I will get them with my other hand, where are they?” I pointed at the couch and he grabbed them. I thought he was going to put me down so I could put them on, but he turned around and headed for the door. I started to fight him, yelling and swinging my legs. Instead of putting me down, he lifted me higher and wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer to him, eventually pulling my head on his shoulder. I gave the kicking one more try and hit him pretty hard.
Smack He swatted my butt. It didn’t really hurt, as I had some padding, but it did shock me. I stopped throwing a fit, as I was confused. He then opened the door and proceeded to carry me outside. I was now fully exposed. There were only a few people left but it felt like the whole world was staring at me. I was paraded all the way to the other side of the yard to where we came in. “Looks like the baby had a good nap” the man’s wife said. I blushed as he put me down. “Alright, we are going home, tell them thank you” Em’s mom said. I spit out my pacifier into my hand. “Thanks” we all said. “No problem” the man replied putting my shorts into the bag his wife was holding. She then handed the bag to Em. “Sorry about the mixup” she said.
Em thanked her and grabbed my hand. I gripped it tight, and she started to walk. We were headed home. I first I met her with resistance, but she started to drag me. I followed her. We walked out the gate and to the sidewalk and headed towards her house. I looked down and realized I was walking in public, wearing nothing but a diaper and tank top, as well as hello kitty socks and crocs- holding a pacifier in one hand and a beautiful women’s hand in the other. “You guys could have let me put pants on” I said. Em’s mom responded, “it’s not very far and nobody will even notice.” “Plus, people already saw you anyways; they think you are just playing house.” Thanks for the reminder. We walked up the steps and stopped; waiting for Em’s mom to unlock the door.
She handed me the plastic bag and told me to get changed and then they could drive me back to my dorm. I raced towards the bathroom and pulled out the contents of the bag. Sure enough, I had my shorts, boxers, and long sleeve shirt. I took off my socks, tank top, and pull ups. My region hung freely. I put my boxers on, then my shirt, and finally my shorts. I started to put the other clothes in the bag. As I was walking around the bathroom, my legs bumped into my hanging fruit a few times. This was way less comfortable than them being nested in a hammock. I could not believe I was missing my girl underwear.
I knew I couldn’t ask to wear more, as they would lose respect for me. My eyes then glanced back over to the plastic bag. Nobody will notice, I thought to myself. I took off my shorts and boxers, and proceeded to slide the pullups back on my body. After they were snug around my hips, I put my boxers and shorts back on. My shirt hung past my waistline and I pulled my shorts up high, so nobody would see my real underwear.
I looked down to check that I would not be exposed and realized that my toes were still painted, then looking back in the mirror noticed that my hair and face were still dolled up. I called Em to the bathroom. She told me to sit tight and she would be back. After a minute she returned, with the stool, makeup remover, and nail polish remover. She messed my hair back up and removed the last (visible) remnants of my time spent as a girl. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me outside to the car. She said that her mom and sister enjoyed having me and I would have to come again under different circumstances.
She then had me get in the passenger seat and headed to the driver seat. On the drive back, she asked if I had fun. I told her I did and would like to spend more time together. She agreed. She dropped me off at my dorm and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. I said goodbye and entered my dorm. It was kind of late, so I crept back into my room and noticed my roommate was sleeping. I climbed into my bed and laid down underneath my covers. I took off my shirt and shorts as I normally sleep in my boxers. I decided to keep on my under underwear because I wake up before me roommate anyways. My head hit the pillow and I was fast asleep.
I had a dream that I was back at the neighbor’s house. I was in the playhouse, wearing the footed pajamas I had on Saturday. I had to go potty really bad. Tara was there and I asked her to leave so I could go. She said go in the diaper, that is what they are for. After much persisting, I gave in. I flooded myself. That is when I woke up.
I felt like I had released my bladder, but when I felt around, the sheets were dry. I checked my boxers, but when I reached down, I didn’t feel my boxers. Instead I felt my pull up. The outside wasn’t wet, but it was squishy, indicating that the inside most definitely was. I was glad that I didn’t have to clean up and since I was really tired, I decided to not even change. Instead, I covered back up and put my head on the pillow. This diaper I did not want to wear earlier, suddenly came in handy. I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep.
My alarm clock went off and I sat up. My blankets were kicked to the end of my bed and my boxers were no where in sight. My roommate had his bed at a lower level, so I knew that he couldn’t see me. I noticed my boxers were on the floor and I remember not noticing them when I woke up in the middle of the night, so I must have kicked them off early. I looked down to make sure my roommate was asleep- which he was. I climbed down off of my bed and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around me, covering my diaper, grabbed my shower stuff, and headed into the hallway.
Before getting to the showers, I stopped by the trash can. I needed to dispose of my special underwear, so I looked around and after convincing myself nobody else was there, I slid off the diaper under my towel and threw it away. It was much heavier that when I initially got it, so I must have really had to pee last night.
I continued with my usual school day routine. I hopped in the shower and noticed stubble growing on the lower half of my body; I had forgotten that I shaved. I better wear pants today, I thought to myself. I dried off, shaved my face, brushed my teeth, then headed back to the dorm to pick my clothes for the day. I picked out some jeans and a t-shirt, then some socks, and finally, my boxers. I put on my clothes and instantly felt the discomfort between my legs. I was missing the structure that the other undies provided. But it wasn’t like I had any available and I wasn’t going to buy some, so I just had to deal with it.
I continued throughout my day, going to all my classes, eating lunch then coming back to the dorm. I decided that I needed to do my laundry. I threw all of my dirty clothes into a hamper then headed down to the laundry room. After putting them in the washer, I headed out for something to eat. I went to the campus diner and had a hamburger. Afterwards, I decided to head back to my dorm after making a stop to check on my laundry. The washer was done and there was one dryer that wasn’t running. I opened it up to clean the filter; but noticed it was full. I didn’t really want to come back, so I decided to pull out the clothes and put mine in. I placed the clothes from the dryer on top and switched mine over. Since I pulled out their clothes, I decided it was only right to fold the other person’s clothes.
I grabbed the first item, it was a white shirt. I noticed the low cut and knew that it was a girls shirt and I was doing girls laundry. I continued folding her shirts, pants, tights, even her socks and underwear. I finished and placed them in a pile on top of the dryer. I couldn’t help but look back at the top item on the pile. It was one of her pairs of underwear. I picked them up and checked them out.
They were XS. I didn’t know if this was bigger or smaller than a size 8; the size I wore this weekend. I heard noises in the hallway so I threw them on back on the dryer; however they fell off to the side. I went back to my dorm and waited for my clothes to finish up. My roommate said that he was staying at his friends dorm tonight so he wouldn’t be home. I told him that I would talk to him later and went back to get my clothes from the dryer.
When I walked in, I noticed that the pile I folded was gone. I emptied the dryer and threw my clothes in the hamper, but some of my clothes missed the mark. I bent down to pick them up and placed them back in the hamper but before getting up I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It was the underwear from earlier. I picked them up, trying to decide what to do with them. I decided to leave them on the table and I headed back to my dorm. I folded my clothes and put them away and caught up on reading for school.
After a while, I decided that I should get ready for bed. I went down the hall to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. After that, I left the bathroom. I had an urge to make a pit stop before going back to my dorm. I went to the laundry room and just as I hoped, the underwear was still on the table. Apparently, who ever these were did not notice they were missing and I decided that instead of them being put to waste and since they were clean, I would give them a use. I stuffed them in my jean pockets and headed back to the dorm.
When I got back, I shut the door. I took my newly acquired clothes out of my pocket and threw down my jeans and boxers. Next I slid up the underwear. Since my roommate wasn’t coming back, I didn’t need to wear anything else to bed. I threw the rest of my clothes on the ground and climbed up into bed. I slid under my covers and nodded off to sleep.
My alarm clock went off. I sat up, but noticed something was wrong. I was drenched, laying in a lake of urine. I had managed to wet myself for the third night in a row. This time I didn’t even notice it…
I quickly took the sheets off my bed, throwing my underwear on top, balling them up, and throwing them in my hamper. I ran down to the laundry room and threw everything into the washer. I decided to get ready as I waited and ate some cereal in the dorm. I had threw on some shorts to run to the laundry room, so I was only sitting in those. After I finished eating, I ran back to the laundry room, switching my laundry over. I decided to shower and brush my teeth. When I finished with that, I went to the laundry room and pulled out the evidence from last night. I walked back down to my room and started to put the sheets back on my bed. The underwear dropped to the floor. After putting my sheets back on, I picked out my clothes.
I grabbed some sweatpants, still not wanting to wear shorts, and a t-shirt. I then grabbed some socks and started to reach for my boxers. My eyes shot to the floor. I figured that since nobody should see my underwear anyway and since these were more comfortable, I could wear the panties. I slid them on, followed by the rest of my clothes. This outfit was much more comfortable then the day before. I went to my classes and things were fine. On my way back, I thought about tonight. My roommate was going to be back and I really didn’t want an incident like the three nights prior.
The only thing that kept popping in my head were the diapers. but how was I going to get some? I decided to head downtown and formulate a plan on the way. I reached my stop and still had nothing. I walked to into the Meijer near the bus stop and headed towards the back. I slowed down at the aisle I was going to and looked around. Nobody was there, so I went to find the pull-ups. There were so many choices and sizes, I didn’t even know where to start.
“You look like a 5T” I heard a women exclaim. It was an employee, “Oh there not for me” I said, throwing a nervous smile. “Oh, are you going to a diaper party?” she said. I said nothing. “Well if you are, a new baby wears these” she said handing me a package that said newborn. I told her thank you and left the aisle. I carried the diapers all the way back to the shoes, before setting them down. I needed a new plan. I knew what size I needed now, at least. I decided to get a different item and wrap them around the diapers before heading to the self checkout. I looked around. I saw this really cool sweatshirt, so I decided to grab it. It was fleece on the inside so I knew it was going to be comfortable.
I headed back through the shoe section towards the diapers. I stopped as I noticed some socks hanging on the end of one of the rows.
They were like the ones that I wore Saturday night. I figured that since they were comfortable, I could also throw these in the sweatshirt and check them out in secret.
Now I headed back to the diaper section. I quickly grabbed the first package that said 5t and also threw it under my sweatshirt. I then headed to the front to one of the self scans. I opened the bottom of the sweatshirt, just enough to scan the diaper package. Beep. A screen popped up telling me to bag the item, I clicked the I don’t want to bag button. Next was the socks, Beep once again, I do not want to bag. Finally the sweat shirt, Beep I decided to place all three in the bag now. A screen popped up, please remove item from bagging area. I picked the bag up, and the screen telling me to bag the item popped back up. I decided to click that I don’t want to bag item since it knew the weight was off. Please wait for attendant popped up on the screen.
I now saw an older woman approaching me. I told her that I had just picked up the bag and that I was sorry. Sh