Posted by Tinker on December 08, 1998 at 23:26
The Dream Team, part 9
By Tinker, December 1998
"Hey, we are the first! Diana is late today!" Maureen tried the door
knob again, but the locker room remained closed. Alice, Cindy, and
Janice, each carrying a sports bag, decided to sit down on the wooden
bench against the wall and wait. Maureen stayed at the door, as if she
wanted to be the first one to enter when Diana showed up. Cindy nudged
Alice in her side. "The new uniforms should arrive any moment now. I
cannot wait to do it in them!" Alice frowned. "Me too, but we don't
know what the two new team members will do. I'm afraid it's all over
from now on." Cindy sighed and had to admit that Alice had a point. It
would be mad to assume that the two new ones would like their crazy
game. "Anybody seen them?" Janice asked. "Nope. They must be quite good
though, Diana won't select girls who cannot dance," Maureen answered.
Then she added: "Dammit, I would want Diana to hurry! I've been saving
up and it's getting high time!" She crossed her legs and pushed a hand
in the crotch of her blue denim mini skirt. Janice tilted her head. "You
are quite sure that you can keep doing it this way, aren't you? I
wouldn't be." Maureen shrugged. "We can still have accidents once in a
while. And I've become pretty good in wetting without showing off. Even
if the new ones gross out on it, I won't really stop, I think. Besides,
if Diana does not hurry up, I'll do it in my skirt right here anyway."
At that moment, Jane and Melissa arrived. Surprised by the locked door,
Jane also sat down while Melissa joined Maureen, soon exhibiting the
same urgency and dropping suggestions to just go in her skirt. But both
girls actually were just playing to be desperate, and enjoyed the
naughty idea of making a toilet out of their panties. And although they
could perfectly well wet themselves right there, they preferred to
postpone it until either they could do it in their uniform or it became
clear that it was all over. Maureen even thought about just going to the
toilet---the real toilet.
Lively chatter around the corner attracted their attention. Diana, Ann,
and two new girls approached the building, all in a mostly white
uniform. All the girls jumped up and loudly complained about both the
late arrival and the unfair distribution of new uniforms. Diana just
smiled and opened the door. On the benches inside were six piles of
neatly arranged garments, one for everybody. The complaining was over
immediately. A minute later, it was rush hour in front of the mirror as
they all tried to get a glimpse of themselves. "This skirt is really
short, really," Jane said. "I've nothing to sulk about this year." She
turned her back to the mirror and even pulled her hem down a bit because
her panties peeked out. "Wow this is short. And the colour contrast...
wonderful." Cindy and Alice were busy admiring each other, adjusting
sweaters and skirts until it was all perfect. The others just put on
their new uniform and felt great. "Good work, Cindy," Maureen said.
"This is wonderful material. Perfect." She parted her feet widely and
looked down. Melissa made a face and looked between her own spread
knees. Just a push... but no, that had to wait. Maybe even until she got
home. Janice played the same game, looking in the mirror with her legs
just too far apart to be called coincidence.
Diana clapped her hands and introduced Michelle and Susan. They were
greeted, and then the whole squad proceeded to the field outside for the
first practice of the year. Walking outside in the sun in their new
uniforms was a wonderful experience, and they enjoyed the light breeze
caressing their bare legs, all the way up as if they did not wear any
skirt at all. Diana started out with the traditional toe touching
exercise as if to emphasize their new outfit. "If this does not attract
the attention of the audience, nothing will," Janice remarked, her head
almost between her knees. Diana just smiled, straightened her back to
let her skirt cover her bum again, and went on to the next exercise.
Soon they discovered that Diana indeed had selected good athletes; the
new girls had no problem following the old hands in the sometimes
strenuous exercises. During the practice, Maureen whispered something to
Melissa. Melissa shook her head. "You cannot do that. It would be
offending. I know it's tempting, I really want to do it myself as well.
But we cannot. Wait until after the practice. We might get a chance when
they are inside." Maureen sighed. She would probably visit the toilet
during the break. What a bummer. But it was not unexpected.
At the same moment, Susan was whispering to Ann. "Are you sure? It seems
so silly that they all..." Ann grinned. "Oh yes they do. But at the
moment they are afraid that you two will panic and run away." "You
didn't tell them?" "Nope. Did not have the opportunity and it does not
matter. Now it is a surprise." Susan made a face. "Still I'm not going
to do it. Not on my first practice. How about Michelle?" Ann bit her
lip. "Don't know. She does not seem against it, but she's not really
enthusiastic either. I don't think she will do anything without some
prodding, and maybe she will never get into it. For her, it'll be more a
custom she takes over than a true dedication, I'm afraid." Susan shook
her head. "Almost unbelievable. I mean, I have lived with my secret for
years and only once in a while got the nerve to force an accident just
to experience it, despite the humiliation. She can do it whenever she
wants and even gets encouraged. And still she does not jump at the
occasion." "That's life," Ann added, and concentrated on the practice
again. These new skirts were rather revealing, she noticed. No matter
what you did, you panties would flash in all directions. Getting them
wet and remaining undetected would be quite a challenge.
After the first series of warming-up and stretching exercises, Diana
called for attention. "Okay girls, some messages. Welcome again to our
two new team members. We now have ten girls in the squad, enough for a
good show with impact. As you can see, with our new uniforms some things
have changed. First, I wear the same colours as you do. I did not want
to attract all attention away from you any more." "Yeah right, you got
your own boyfriend now," an anonymous voice came from back in the group.
Laughter. Diana scratched her head but decided not to take up the
challenge. "Wearing the same colours means doing the same performance,
so we don't expand our lead-dancer-with-group cheers. From now on, all
our new cheers and dances will be choreographed for the whole group, or
for two mirror sections. Second, we left out some accessories. No hair
lints any more, so take care of your hair. Long is preferred but not
mandatory. Maureen and Michelle can keep their hair style, no problem
with that."
"We also did away with the boots. I know some of you will regret this,
and in a sense I do as well. Those high white go-go boots were really
sexy, but it gave us the appearance of a majorette squad and I think we
can do better. Cindy came up with the idea of completely bare legs, not
even socks. It takes some getting used to but in the end it's better I
think. We can always wear knee socks if it gets too cold, and get back
almost the same sexy silhouette as with boots. Oh, and remember that you
can wear those dance socks that stay inside your sneakers if you think
they scrape your skin." Maureen mumbled something about other advantages
of bare legs, but her voice was lost in the wind.
"Lastly, our skirts got shorter. Cindy assures us that they are now at
their optimum length, both sexy and decent. We have certain privileges
as the cheerleader squad and we use them to the fullest. Others would
never get away with skirts like these, but we can, everywhere. Of
course, it's unavoidable now to attract every male's gaze within a
hundred meters, but that is part of our job anyway. I would like to
stress that it is heavily encouraged, also by the university board, to
wear this uniform as often as possible. Whenever and wherever you attend
something official, and if it is suitable, wear your uniform! But
remember that you will officially represent the university this way, so
don't do something silly. If you want to go out at night to get drunk,
fine, but not in uniform. Okay?"
"Do you mean we are expected to wear this during lectures as well?"
Alice asked. "Could be. Especially when there's a match in the
afternoon, or some ralley where we are participating, you can. On normal
days it would be a bit silly I think, but again that's your own choice."
Alice beamed: "Wow! This will bring life into boring classes!" "Yeah,
I'm afraid no male student would focus on the lesson any more," Ann
remarked. "Try to write on the top half of the blackboard wearing this,
and you'll hear funny sounds behind your back." Diana looked up into the
sky: "On a related subject, wearing your uniform also has certain
advantages when you want to drag your boyfriend away from the television
to give you some attention." Several girls blushed a bit, including
Diana herself, but Ann said: "Believe her, it works. I tried it on my
boyfriend yesterday, and the effect was staggering. It took him five
seconds from being sloshed out in front of the tele to chasing me
through the room. If I had not been quick enough, he would have taken me
on the floor! This outfit surely does it to the boys."
After the laughing and curious questioning had died out, Diana added
that they also would get actively involved in football tactics from now
on. "Our team is so desperately bad these days that they can use any
help. So, whenever the opponent has the advantage, one of us needs to
re-tie her shoes." She bent over and fumbled around on her left shoe,
blatantly exposing her red panties towards the field. "Or we just find
another way to innocently flash." Diana now squatted down and tied her
other shoe with her knees a good deal apart. "Just as wearing your
uniform is encouraged, distracting the opponent also is fair game. As
long as you can maintain that it was by accident, guerilla warfare is
completely justified. We flash and run." Jane started a series of toe
touches: "You mean, like this? Does the team's captain know about his
secret ally?" Diana shook her head. "Nope. He probably would be
enthusiastic about the idea, though. Just remember that you quit as soon
as we get tactical advantage again. We don't want friendly fire
casualties. Any questions?" Diana paraded in front of the squad as an
officer before his men, her chest forward, hands on her back.
Melissa put up her hand. "Sir, are we expected to attend to the troops
off the battlefield as well?" Jane tried to kick her but she was too
quick. Maureen yelled "No way! Not those idiots!" while the others made
disapproving noises as well. Diana briskly turned towards the squad, put
up her most strict face and unyielding pose, and declared such behaviour
undesirable. The common agreement made Melissa take back her words and
caused relief with especially Susan and Michelle, who were not
completely sure what was just plain fun in this sketch and what was
serious.
"Alright, any more questions?" Diana still overlooked her troops as an
officer, taking no excuses any more. Cindy secretly thought she looked
very sexy this way, especially in her uniform. Several "No"s and hums
drifted around. "Okay then, the battle is on. Back to practice." As the
girls started to move out to their practice pattern, chatting about
which rules were really new and what they would mean for them, Diana
called them back: "Oh, one more thing." They all shut up and looked back
to their squad captain, who still had not moved. Diana waited a few
seconds, to increase the tension among the girls. This would be quite an
announcement. When after a while she still had not said a word, just
looking at her squad with a mysterious smile on her face, Janice and
Alice wanted to ask something. But Ann gestured them to keep silent. It
was Cindy, with her remarkable sense for detail, who suddenly cried out:
"She's wetting!" "No she isn't," Maureen replied. "Go away," Jane
added. But as they approached Diana, they saw that Cindy was right. With
her hands on her back and still in her firm pose, a tiny stream falling
down between Diana's slightly parted feet ruled out all other
explanations for her behaviour. Cindy felt her knees weaken at the
sight, and grabbed Alice for support. Diana, seeing that she was
discovered, slid her legs a bit further apart and continued the ritual.
Slowly and steadily, everything she had went into her uniform panties,
and her eyes turned hazy as the full effect of the experience ran up her
spine and reached her brain.
After the initial surprise, most girls instinctively turned towards
Susan and Michelle, both curious and nervous about their reaction. Susan
held a poker face. "Yes, and? This happens to me all the time. Never
seen a girl having an accident?" Jane was speechless. "You mean...
this..." Janice was surprised, too: "But... how do you..." Michelle just
stood there, flushed, watching Diana as she was standing with her feet
spread out a bit, completely relaxed, calmly having an accident in her
uniform for all to see. Michelle swallowed and wet her lips, completely
fixed at the sight of her cheerleader captain practicing that what she
had told her two days before. Well, she had told about coping with
accidents alright, but this was hardly an accident. Never before
Michelle had seen anybody have an accident while remaining so completely
calm. The way Diana had consciously taken her pose way before anything
happened meant that she had felt it coming.
But then, the toilet was only ten seconds away, and she could easily
have hurried there instead of just idly waiting on the grass until it
was too late. Silly. As if she did not mind at all having an accident.
And even then, when you feel you're losing it, at least you could try to
stop and keep the accident to yourself. Easy enough, even with a
uniform like this. But no, not a single sign that Diana was even
thinking of stopping. Slowly, the truth sank in as Michelle continued to
watch Diana getting wetter. Michelle put a hand before her mouth as she
understood that Diana was doing it in her panties on purpose. It was no
accident. Diana had just gone to the toilet with her uniform on. And
according to her mysterious smile, almost mischievous now, she had a lot
of fun doing it.
Maureen was the first to ask the big question. "Diana... does this
announcement of yours really mean what we hope it means?" Diana wiggled
her hips a bit and smiled, but said nothing. Looking down her legs, she
inspected the small puddle on the grass between her shoes. Cindy tried
it another way. "Is the uniform okay?" Immediately Diana replied: "It's
great, thank you Cindy. You did a wonderful job. Good spread, great
capacity. It took four spurts before I started to drip. Nice sticky
feeling, too." Finally Diana looked up again and addressed them all.
"How do I look like from the outside? I mean, do I look as great as I
feel?" Cindy rushed towards Diana and gave her a kiss: "You look
fabulous and I can't wait until I can experience it myself."
Ann decided to intervene. "Listen everybody. Although Diana's
announcement was as big a surprise for me as it was for you, let me
assure you that we already knew that Susan and Michelle joining the
squad would not mean ending our naughty games. Two days ago, Diana and
me met them and, well, tested the water. It's fine. Don't expect them to
jump in right away, but you may do so if you wish." Maureen sighed and
said that she suddenly did not need to go any more. Holding it was much,
much easier if you knew you only did it for fun. Jane and Janice faked
to be mad at Diana for making them go to the toilet before practice
started, so that they were completely unprepared now. Susan and Michelle
soon were surrounded by the others, asking all kinds of questions, while
Ann went over to Diana who was finishing off. Together they inspected
her skirt and panties, and decided that it was a complete success. "Was
this your first time in this uniform?" Ann asked. Diana admitted it was
not. "I left dry last Wednesday after the introduction, but as soon as I
got home I put on my new uniform again and waited for my boyfriend to
arrive, to prepare a surprise for him. When he came in, I was standing
in the kitchen with my legs apart and my hands on my hips, all ready to
go. He circled me like a hawk for a minute before I gave up and
breathlessly went wet for the first time. It was fabulous, and we ended
up on my bed just as you did. The impact of this uniform is staggering."
During the rest of the first practice session, nothing special happened,
except that Susan, Michelle, and Cindy could not keep their eyes off
Diana's dark-red bottom. Susan wondered if she would have an accident
herself today, Michelle wondered what it would feel like to wet herself
like Diana, and Cindy wondered what Diana would like to do in bed. Alice
noticed a bit of absent-mindedness in her girlfriend and correctly
guessed the reason. There was only one way of getting her full attention
back, she decided, and during the remainder of the session flashed as
much of her panties and showed as much of her chest profile to Cindy as
she possibly could. Her final opportunity came with the last stretching
exercise, where they all sat down on the grass with their legs widely
apart, facing each other. Cindy now indeed could not look anywhere else
but to Alice's exposed red panties between her thighs. Of course, Alice
could also see Cindy's panties, and noticed that they had a slightly
damp patch. Talk about hot, she thought. With every stretch, Alice
pushed a bit, until she was right at the edge. In the middle of this
exercise there would be a short break, she knew, to breath a few times.
That would be her moment.
Cindy's mind was still mostly with Diana when Alice suddenly grabbed her
wrists and locked them firmly in her hands. Puzzled, Cindy looked into
her friend's big eyes. "For you," Alice whispered, and gazed down
between her own legs. Together they watched while Alice initiated her
new uniform. It started with a small dark patch up front of her panties,
but it grew quickly and soon covered almost the complete visible part of
Alice's red trunks. Cindy could even see some glistening in the
sunlight. She looked at the natural spa for a while, then back at her
friend's eyes, panting heavily. "For you," she said, and pressed. A
moment later she felt her warm wee rush into her uniform and shuddered
from delight. Alice felt her friend trembling as her panties got it all,
and bent forward to give her a kiss. That was too much for Cindy. All
the excitement plus her wetting in progress brought her to a glowing
orgasm, and she could barely suppress the cry of release that tried to
force itself out of her throat. They finished the exercise in each
other's arms, just sitting there in their wet underwear. Only Melissa
noticed, and kept her mouth shut. Never disturb two doves.
During the break, Jane and Maureen cornered Diana and asked her from
where she got the courage to just wet herself in front of the new ones.
Diana shrugged. "I don't really know. I did not plan it, that's for
sure. But as I made the announcements, I felt the tension in the group,
the lost hope of regaining what we had last season. And playing officer
and troops suddenly put me in a situation where I could just do it. I
had my legs apart, was standing in my uniform without attracting special
attention, with dry panties and a full bladder." She bent a little
forward, as if telling a secret. "And you know, I had already done
enough for my panties to be warm and wet before deciding to make the
official announcement. It happened by itself. As soon as I took the pose
with my legs open, I got wet under my skirt. Invisible, but very truly
wet. And as I was standing there, wet and all, I decided that wearing
such a short skirt would not keep it a secret for long. So I called you
back and did it for real." "How did it feel, wetting without us knowing
what you were doing right in front of us?" Jane inquired. "Great! It
felt great, you bet. Everything under my skirt got hot and it took ages
before Cindy finally noticed. It was just wonderful, posing in my
official uniform with all of you watching, hearing the faint hiss from
below and feeling it creep up my ass." Maureen gasped for air and
clenched her fists. "Diana, stop! Else I explode right here! And I want
to save it for later."
"Why? What will be so special later on?" Jane inquired. Maureen blinked.
"Eh... you know... well... now you say so... I almost never do it during
exercises anyway, so you have a point." She looked around, searching for
somebody. "Ah... Susan! Susan, come over here please." Susan broke off
her conversation with Ann and curiously approached the group of three
girls near the locker room building. "Yes?" "Susan, what did you think
of Diana's exposition?" Susan blushed, and Diana, too. "Well... it
was... unexpected, I think," Susan stammered. "But it had something. It
was so... calm. So controlled. Completely unlike all accidents I have
seen, or experienced, before." Diana pushed her hair over her shoulders
and said: "No wonder, it was no accident. At least not completely." She
told how she had started to wet almost involuntarily, more out of habit
than because of anything else, and then decided to get on with it. "And
I'm glad I did it this way. How else could I have announced that wetting
was encouraged, especially in uniform?"
They all laughed. Susan looked at Diana's skirt. "Still, it takes
courage to go in your uniform skirt. I mean, there's just a thin screen
of fabric in between your wet panties and the world. And that screen's
just one inch long. Aren't you afraid that somebody will see what you
did?" Diana shrugged. "No. I just take care what I do and if people see
my panties nonetheless, they would not notice anyway. From a distance
you don't see any colour difference at all and from nearby you need to
see both wet and dry parts to spot the difference. Watch." Diana turned
around and touched her toes, which pulled her skirt up halfway her bum.
Her red panties popped into view, but as she had said, they were of a
single colour; no visible stain. Maureen stepped forward and joined
Diana in her stoop down, to show the difference. "Ah yes," Susan said,
"now I do see that Diana is wet and Maureen is not. But you're right
Diana, if you show just a part of your underwear nobody will notice."
Both girls stood upright again and made sure that their skirts fell down
properly, and Diana ran a finger through the inside of her panty legs.
"Wet is great, but it can become itchy."
Maureen turned to Susan and asked her: "I wonder. You have some
experience with all this, but not in the same way as we do. What is, uh,
your way?" Susan blushed and looked at her feet. "Well... to call it 'my
way' would be wrong. I never started on purpose. I just had a few
accidents at high school, mostly during cheerleading. Stress, probably."
"Yes, a lot of girls have those little accidents, we know. That's
normal. But still, your case seems to be special, otherwise you wouldn't
have told Diana even before practice started!" Susan looked at her
fingers. "Well, maybe I had accidents a bit more often than others." Jane
stepped in. "Just tell us how it began with you. I mean when it got
serious." Susan hesitated, but then decided that this group of girls
probably would be the best bunch in the world to tell it to.
"It actually is quite simple. After I became member of the cheerleading
team, we started to practice more and more gymnastics. You know,
tumbling, high jumps, that sort of thing. The modern cheerleading
instead of the old-fashioned pompom waving and yelling. When exercises
turned harder and harder, I noticed that once in a while I would, um,
leak a bit. During a jump I squirted sometimes. I thought it would stop
when I got better at the exercises, but it did not. After I while I
could predict exactly when I would leak, at which jumps and tumbles.
During practice we wore shorts so that was no real problem, I just
sneaked past the others in the locker room. But I was quite afraid about
what would happen when we changed to skirts for performances. The first
performance was horrifying. I had put on two pairs of panties under my
trunks but was still paranoid. We wore green skirts with red underwear,
and I knew it would show. So I tried to keep my bottom covered all the
time. When the time came to do my first problem tumble, I was terrified.
The tumble went alright, but when I was back in line I could feel I was
wet. And with every other jump it became worse. The other girls were
happily bouncing around while I was afraid to move, out of fear of
showing that I was wet."
"And, were you wet?" Maureen asked. "Not really. I went to the bathroom
as soon as I could to check. If you knew it, you could see a slight damp
area between my legs, but it could have been shadow. The double panty
trick had worked. But when the strenuousity of the performance
increased, it got worse. After two more shows I decided to speak up to
the coach. She was very understanding, and told me not to worry. She
said that many girls have this problem, it was called stress
incontinence I think. I had stopped drinking before games, and she told
me that I should absolutely not quit drinking because it was very
unhealthy, and did not stop the problem either. I would have to live
with it and cover up. She then told me that she always had spare panties
in her bag just in case. 'Whatever happens, just don't lose your mind.
Have your accident, stay calm, change as soon as practical.' That's what
she said to me."
"So you decided to go on with it?" Jane asked. "To go on with
cheerleading, yes. Not to go on with wetting, if that is what you
suggest. It really were accidents. But I learned to cope with them.
Before the first jump of the day I would take a deep breath, hope for
the best, then do the tumble or whatever, and come back in line
carefully, trying to figure out how bad it had been without looking.
When I got too wet I would back off and skip more tumbles. But I turned
out to be one of the better girls, so I was pushed ahead more and more,
even doing solos. I got so scared that the coach once called us all
together and explained what stress incontinence was, and that some of us
had a problem with it. Nobody knew it was me, but I told it to my best
friend that afternoon and the next practice everybody knew. From then
on, it was easier. We were joking about it, and every time I came back
from a tumble the others would giggle and ask if it had rained."
"But it became worse and worse. Feeling more at ease also meant that I
could push my performance further, and that backfired. I never ever got
back from a show with a dry uniform, and often there was no opportunity
to change because we had to do ceremonies and such. The coach would
always be nearby with a change, but I learned to handle it, and got less
and less scared about wearing sometimes soaking wet panties under my
uniform skirt. The coach made it very clear that everybody should shut
up, that they should take a professional attitude towards me. And they
did. So I could be wet and show it, and they would not even blink. And
you know what? If people expect you to be wet, you stop caring. I was
sure that I would get away with any stain in my panties and that nobody
of the audience would notice."
"Did you decide to take it any further from there?" Diana asked. Now it
was Susan's turn to smile. "I did. Gradually, my shame and fear got
replaced by acceptance, then by plain mischief. At first I would just
say goodbye to my uniform just before my first tumble of the day, and
enjoy the invisible difference in my panties after the accident. A bit
later I began to play naughty games. After I got wet by accident, I
would add a bit of myself, to see how it felt. Mind you, you don't feel
anything down there during a tumble! But this wasn't real enough, of
course. An accident happens in dry panties. So I tried. Before long, I
would wet my bottom as soon as circumstances permitted, which meant in
the period between the last simple cheer and my first tumble. People
thought I was concentrating, but I was getting my panties wet instead!"
Maureen and Jane looked at each other. This was some story alright. "So
you always were wet, but you never really did a big wetting?" Jane
inquired. "Yup. On occasions I went as far as getting my panties damp
while on the way to the field, running the risk of discovery before any
tumble. But I never dared to do it they way Diana did. Tell me Diana,
would you dare to do a full wetting on the field?" Diana brushed through
her hair. "Well, not just like that. It would be incredibly exciting,
but also quite conspicuous, I'm afraid. We did wet on the field alright
but almost never in the classic upright pose." "But we did wet in public
lots of times, only not in uniform," Jane added. Susan was surprised:
"You did? How?" Diana made a timeout sign. "Hey stop, this would take
hours. We need to finish our practice first. You can tell tall stories
later on." The girls turned back to the open field and resumed their
exercises. Susan could not help looking at all panties she saw peeking
out once in a while, and noticed that except for Diana, also Cindy and
Alice seemed to have had an 'accident.' This group surely made no point
of getting wet, she thought. It opened up the way for some great
experiments.
Halfway the exercises, during some grueling high-jumps which nobody
except Diana and Cindy could really do well, Melissa mumbled "That's
enough," and quit. When Susan finally noticed that her neighbour had
stopped jumping and looked aside, she saw to her amazement that Melissa
had squatted down and was looking between her parted knees with an
obvious special effect running through the front of her knickers.
Melissa felt Susan watching her, and looked up: "I really couldn't hold
it any more. Just had to try these panties." She smiled at Susan's
flushed face, then concentrated on her wetting again. "Ah, Melissa. Good
idea!" Janice joined in. She squatted down next to Melissa and reached
back for the hem of her skirt, checking if it properly covered up her
playground. "Susan, why not join us? It's simple enough. Watch!" With
her knees still together, Janice simply pushed and felt her pee rush
out, then the spreading warmth between her legs, down her bum, even up
front. She gasped. "These panties are great indeed! It spreads out much
better. I wonder how many samples Cindy has tested before stumbling upon
this fabric." Cindy overheard her and came closer. "Not that many.
Seven at most. The usual material they sell as cheerleader trunks is too
thin and does not absorb enough. It is made for show only. I got hold of
fabric meant for sports slips; absorbing, warm underwear for tennis
players with a fear of catching cold. It needed to be dyed red on
special request. Do you like it?" "Of course we do," Melissa replied
while pushing the last few spurts in her underwear, "It's great stuff.
How long does it stain?" Cindy hiked up her skirt. "This one is about
twenty minutes old. See for yourself." The half circle in the front of
her panties had expanded up to almost her waistband, but the colour
difference with the dry parts of her panties would be hard to see from
more than five meters distance. "It's bigger and fainter than with the
pastel blue panties of last year, but in the end I think this is better."
"You bet it is," Janice added, "It comes everywhere. God am I wet."
After this intermezzo, the girls just took up their exercises again,
leaving Susan with some dazzling questions. She made up her mind: she
would do it for real today, in her uniform, full blast. No more tiny
spurts while waiting in line for her turn. It couldn't be too difficult.
Diana had just parted her legs and then it happened all by itself. Or
would there be a trick? Did you need to push hard, or just the opposite?
Carefully Susan checked her panties. To her amazement they were still
completely dry. Apparently these exercises were not as hard for her as
she expected. Good, for two reasons.
During the next break, Susan approached Michelle, who was talking to
Diana about some of the previous exercises. Michelle was glad to see
her. "Hi Susan. Do you like the practice as much as I do?" "Of course I
do. But not only the practice. What do you think of the rest? I like
it!" Michelle shrugged. "I don't know." She looked at Diana. "I think it
was brave what you did, I really do, but I have to say that I miss the
point. Sorry. I just don't get excited by the idea of wetting myself,
especially not in a micro skirt like this." Diana looked a bit
disappointed. "Oh. Do you find it offensive?" "No, not at all. Just go
ahead, wet yourself if you please. I'm just not into it, I think" Susan
put a hand on Michelle's right shoulder: "You really don't know what you
miss, Michelle. Try it. I'm going to." But Michelle shook her head. "No
way. Sorry. I'm no baby any more." She briskly turned away and went over
to another group. Diana was clearly embarrassed. "Uh-oh. Wrong
judgment. I thought she would join in." "She might change her mind,"
Susan answered, "it is all new to her. Diana, can you teach me how to do
it? I would like to, eh, do it for real today." Diana made a faint sign
towards Maureen: "Er, go ask Maureen, I'm afraid I have more urgent
problem to take care of right now." She hesitated a moment, then took a
breath and went after Michelle.
Susan scratched her head. This was a problem alright. But Diana would
solve it, no doubt. Where was Maureen? She found her leaning against the
wall of the locker room building, catching some sun and trying how far
she could hike up her skirt without showing panties. "Hi Maureen. Could
you, eh, teach me how to do it? You know. Like Diana." Maureen's
eyebrows rised. "Well, just go. It's not difficult. You could do it even
before you learned to talk." "I know that. It's just that I could use
some help. How do I stand?" Maureen pushed herself away from the wall.
"Just watch me. I have been waiting for a good opportunity and this is
as good as anything."
"With this type of uniform, there's nothing to take special care of. Longer
skirts need some attention. But I like to prepare my panties before I do it.
Like this." She slid her hands inside her waist band and hooked them under
the band of her panties, then pulled them tightly up, first in the front,
then in the back. "You don't want slack in the fabric, it keeps the wetness
away from your skin." Maureen now reached under her skirt and pulled all
wrinkles out of her panties. "Of course you don't need to do this, especially
not when people see you, but I like it. It makes my skin tingle when I know
that I am preparing my clothes for a wetting." Susan felt her skin tingle,
too. She watched how Maureen securely stroke her skirt down, tightened her
already tight sweater over her breasts, and arranged her hair. "It looks as
if you are preparing yourself for a photo," she giggled. "Oh yes, it's about
the same. Wetting your uniform is a serious thing. You should do it as
professionally as posing for an official photo. And remember, this is a
special occasion. It's my new season's uniform, and I never wet it before.
That makes it extraordinary, it's really worth paying that bit of extra
attention. Besides, it's fun. Few people would guess I am preparing to go
in my panties." Maureen squatted down and tightened her shoe laces, peeking
at her panties in the mean time. "They look very inviting, don't you think?
I like flashing them properly before I pee in them."
"What you don't see is what I feel. To properly wet you need two things
to be in good order: your clothes and you body." "Logical," Susan
nodded. "Your body to wee and your clothes to wee into." Maureen rose to
her feet, taking care that her skirt fell properly down. "Exactly. Take
from me that I need to pee like hell. I can still hold it, but not that
much longer. You should never allow yourself to get really desperate, it
spoils most of the fun. You loose control. Your clothes may be alright,
but your body won't be. Always wet way before you really need to." Susan
made a mental note of this advice.
"Okay, I'm all set now, primed and ready. When I give myself the green
light I can count to five and then it will start. If it would take less
time to get yourself to pee in your panties, you waited too long. It
should be a completely voluntary act, one that takes a bit of effort,
always. So, are you ready for it?" Susan nodded as she got it all hot.
Maureen spread her feet about fifty centimeters and rested her hands on
her hips. "Not the most inconspicuous pose this, but excellent for the
situation. A new uniform deserves no less." She looked at Susan, who now
was quite flushed and clearly excited. "Ready? I love to stand like this
for a while. It makes it more clear that I am doing this on purpose.
That I choose freely to keep my uniform on while taking a leak. Okay,
panties ready, skirt ready, myself ready... here I go." Susan saw how
Maureen's belly made a few pumping motions as she started to push. "It
comes," Maureen whispered while pushing her chest forward, "No way
stopping it now, I'm going to pee my panties. Here it is... yes... YES!
Oh God..." With her fists clenched tight and her head slightly backward,
Maureen felt her wee carefully enter her new uniform. In a reflex she
unlocked her knees and shuddered while her panties soaked up all they
could. She managed to keep peeing and got wetter and wetter, until her
panties were fully drenched and could not expand the stain quickly
enough any more. When the first drops touched the grass between her
parted feet, everything under her skirt was one single pulsing pool of
sheer joy, and Maureen could only sigh of pleasure. When the gushing
part began, where she did not wet her panties any more but just went to
the toilet in her uniform, her hands slid down her hips until they
rested on her thighs, and she bent her knees a bit to find a more
comfortable position to let it all come. Susan did not say a word, her
eyes wide open.
Maureen on the other hand had her eyes closed and enjoyed for a minute.
When it began to die out, she gave another sigh and straightened her
spine, her hands on her back now. The last few spurts needed some help
of her belly. Then she was done. "Finished! Everything went in, and I
could feel it all. I must make Cindy a compliment. These panties are
truly made for wetting. How do I look like?" Susan assessed Maureen's
pose and uniform. "You look great and pretty, Maureen. You have nice
long legs and the low shoes and short skirt make them only longer. It
seems both your legs are still dry. You could go out and walk over the
campus right away." Maureen grinned and shook her head. "Oh no, not like
this. I'm still soaked down below. Watch." She carefully went through
her knees and pushed her thighs together. Half a glass of wee dripped
down between her feet. "You see? These panties retain lots. It would
have come out with every movement of my legs. Always take care after a
wetting, the dripping might have stopped but there's still plenty left
to surprise you." Sitting on her haunches anyway, Maureen peeked at her
panties again. "The pattern is nice as well. Not only a tiny area in my
crotch, but about the whole bottom half. It may sound strange but this
is a lot less likely to get noticed because when we flash panties it
usually is only a brief moment and only the lower part. People don't
look up our skirts long enough to see the stain."
Susan not got so excited that she was almost hopping around. "I want to
do it! I want to do it just like you. Do it all, I mean. I have been
standing in my uniform many times, carefully letting out tiny bits and
feeling myself get wet, but never I dared to really go for it. I came
close, but I never did. Just one spurt, then the tumble. Actually I
never really felt it sinking in." Maureen felt old when she realized how
exciting this must be for Susan. "Well, you can feel it sinking in right
now! Go ahead, do what you dreamed of for years. Have fun!" Susan beamed
and spread her legs. "You are right Maureen, standing like this is the
best. For us cheerleaders it is a very innocent pose, I don't know why,
but boy is it practical." Maureen sat down on the grass, her skirt
securely aside, and smiled at Susan, who now was ready to go. Susan
looked around for a moment, to see if people were watching. Not really.
In a sense she thought that was a pity. She had always liked to have her
eyes meet those of the coach. Her coach undoubtedly thinking about the
tumble then, but Susan herself concentrated on her bladder. Often she
had wet herself with all eyes in the stadium fixed on her.
Susan stayed in her pose for a while, not really sure what she would do.
Maureen noticed her hesitation. "Anything missing?" Susan shrugged. "I
don't know. Maybe. It sounds silly but just going in my panties seems so
plain, so simple. I push, it rushes through my underwear, and that's it.
Okay I know it feels great, but... but I don't see anything." "Well,
just hike up your skirt then," Maureen suggested. "Seeing yourself
getting wet is fun, I assure you." Susan shook her head. "I want to do
it with my skirt down, otherwise it is not real. And squatting isn't
that good either." Maureen leaned back on her elbows and clacked her
tongue. This was tricky. From her low position on the field, she could
look up Susan's mini skirt and even saw some panties. Suddenly she knew.
"Stay there, Susan. I know what you need. Just a moment." Maureen got
up, and went inside the locker room. Susan wondered what she was up to,
but decided to stay put and began arranging her uniform just as she had
seen Maureen doing it. With her legs still firmly apart, she now started
to attract attention. Great! Ann waved at her and came closer, followed
by Jane and Alice. There was Maureen again. She walked up to Susan and
placed a large, square mirror on the grass in front of her. Susan
giggled. "Well, it's hardly inconspicuous, but it does bring the best of
both worlds. Tilt it a bit more. Yes. Wow! I did not know I was so
exposed from below. Walking on stairs will be a real challenge."
Susan was arranging her panties again, looking down into the mirror up
her own skirt, when Ann and company arrived. Melissa, Janice, and Cindy
followed, while Diana and Michelle still were seriously talking in a
corner. Before long, they had formed half a circle around Susan, who now
really beamed. This was what she had hoped for! When they were all
gathered, some standing, others on the ground, some of them even on
their bellies, blatantly watching from a more interesting perspective,
Susan cleared her throat. "Okay girls. I have done this many times
before, but never anybody knew what I was up to and I never finished it.
This time, you all know what I will do, and I definitely will finish
it." She looked down again and spread her legs a bit more. "I also
never stood like this to pee my uniform panties. Oh, even the words
have a nice ring! Yes, I am going to pee in my panties. Do a wee in my
knickers. Wet myself. And I can feel that it is nearby. Yes, very
close." Susan shuddered as she felt how close she was to getting a
wet bum. She pulled her skirt a bit more down and held her breath.
After a few seconds of concentration, she tightened some muscles and
inhaled sharply through her nose. "This one is for Cindy, for this great
uniform." A small dark spot appeared in her panties between her legs,
and disappeared as quickly as it had became visible. Well, not
completely; a slightly darker patch remained. Susan now smiled from ear
to ear. "This one is for Diana, for her announcement this afternoon."
The patch grew again, and this time it did not go away. Susan cooed like
a baby when she saw the effect of her naughty play. "The next one is for
Maureen, for showing me how it is done." Her panties now became wet, she
saw, and they felt wet, too. This was the limit. Further than this she
had never dared to go, afraid that it would start to leak. Actually she
was a bit alarmed at the sight in the mirror, it was much more
noticeable than she had thought. But it grew fainter as she looked, as
her panties tried to dissipate her pee over a larger area.
Susan looked at Jane, who was one of the girls laying on her belly with
her chin on her wrists. "This is what I did before. I'm damp yes, but I
did not wet myself. Not really." Jane tilted her head: "Well, most
people would call this wetting your panties I would think." Susan stuck
out her tongue and wiggled her hips. "It's not. The wetting part starts
only now. Finally I can go on." Concentrating on the image in the mirror
again, she took a few deep breaths and then, for the first time in her
life, did the fourth spurt. And the fifth. And the sixth. And the
seventh! She saw her panties getting drenched in between her legs, just
a bit to the front, then the stain rapidly expanded further back,
upward, and sideways. Slowly, a single drop formed at the lowest point,
grew, and finally fell down. She had peed in her uniform for real. This
was no play any more, she had gone to the toilet in her panties.
After the first drop, a second followed, then a third and soon a tiny
stream of droplets tinkled down on the grass. It did not last longer
than a few seconds. Susan was in seventh heaven, feeling as excited as
she could. She was wetting herself for real! Still dripping, she looked
over her audience and winked. "And this is for all of you, especially...
especially Michelle." Now it would happen. She straightened her back,
wiped her hair out of her face, and slowly focussed on her panties in
the mirror. Wet panties now, very wet. Even her former coach would not
believe this was just stress incontinence. Hell it wasn't. Susan pushed
and could not suppress a cry of joy when she felt what was coming down.
Her knees trembled as her body released all it had gathered, both
physically and mentally. Even before anything actually got into her
underwear, Susan got fully satisfied and fully excited. She slightly
gyrated her hips as she waited for the visible proof of what was
inevitable. She knew that she, in a sense, had done it already now. She
had fully peed in her cheerleader uniform, only it had happened in the
future. It was a matter of waiting until her panties would catch up with
time.
When they did, the effect was mindblowing. A shower head was nothing
compared to the effect her panties caused. Over the whole area of her
crotch several small streams appeared, that gathered and broke up in
random order. Susan could feel her pee sloshing about in her uniform
trunks and engulf all her sensitive parts before it soaked through. She
could even see the ballooning effect of the pressure of her pee. This
was not wetting, this was peeing into panties. The waterfall between her
legs splattered onto the grass and Susan could feel the tiny warm specks
on her calves and ankles. More, more. That was the only thought on her
mind. More! She kept pushing her precious bodily fluid into her uniform,
absorbing all the delightful sensations that were caused by the simple
capturing of her pee in her underwear before flowing away. With her eyes
closed now, she wondered how a simple layer of fabric could be
responsible for all of this. Peeing in your pants... it had such a
negative connotation. Why? It was so simple and clean. No fuss, just a
handkerchief of fabric getting wet.
With her flood fading away now, Susan felt her mind opening up and saw
brightly what this all was about. It was neither the wet patch in her
underwear, nor the feeling of her pee flushing over her skin. It was the
whole situation. Going to the toilet in her uniform, on purpose, exposed
to the world, and not even trying to hide it. And enjoying it! No secret
spurts deep under an almost knee-long skirt. No, the full load under her
challenging micro uniform with almost no cover to shield it from view!
With her legs apart to attract all attention she could get, no room for
misunderstandings. She now saw that it was mainly the daring, the
breaking of unwritten laws, the denial of the responsibility her uniform
suggested that made this so wonderful. It was not just peeing in her
pants. It was abandoning all rules for a minute. It was freedom. Pure,
pristine freedom.
When she was done, Susan hardly could move from the spot. She kept
looking in the mirror, as if she wanted to convince herself that her
panties were really as wet as they felt. "I've done it," she mumbled,
"I've peed in my uniform for real!" Maureen approached her and placed
her hand on Susan's left shoulder. "Welcome to the club, Susan. You did
it very well for a first time." "I had a good teacher," Susan smiled
back. Maureen looked flattered. "You're welcome! But from now on, you're
on your own. You may go flying solo, so to say. Hey, why don't we have
diplomas to hand out? Ann?" Just laughs, nobody would take it seriously.
Maureen turned back to Susan. "I grant you the right to wet yourself
anywhere you want regardless of what you wear, as long as you don't make
a fool of yourself. Carry this right with pride, and be a representative
member of the squad at all times." "I promise," Susan smiled back.
"Being representative is my call, I believe."
Diana and Michelle approached the group now. They looked a bit worried,
as if something bad had happened. Everybody shut up and sat down on the
grass, including Michelle. Diana kept standing. "Okay, I see that Susan
went through her first experience. That's the good news. The bad news is
that Michelle will leave us, unfortunately." Oohs and aahs echoed
through the group. "Yes. She does understand you all a bit, but she
simply does not feel the same, and she thinks she'd better leave before
she spoils it all for you." Ann felt especially sad now. She looked at
Michelle. "I had hoped I would have made you feel better about it. You
laughed so hard when I let myself go a few days ago." Michelle sighed.
"Yes Ann, and believe me I laughed for real. That situation was very
funny, and I did wet myself afterwards you remember? But both things
were accidents, silly coincidences that were a bit magnified because we
had so much fun in the first place. I would have no problem if once in a
while somebody of us, of you, would get herself wet panties in such a
way." She sighed again. "But it's the fact that you do it on purpose
that makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Why?" Ann inquired. "Does that make such a difference? The effect is
the same, it is even more naughty, and you can do it when the
circumstances are right. I like it better than having an accident in
town." Michelle bit her lip. "That's the point. It's too much of a
set-up. Listen, I know you are doing this just for your own fun, but
I've had some experiences in the past that put it all in a completely
different light. Believe me, it gives me the creeps." Jane saw that
Michelle was sincere. "Michelle, seriously, if there is something you
want to talk about, we're all here." Another sigh. "Okay, I'll tell you
my experiences with this. But please, understand that it's just my own
phobia that is in the way here. I would like to join you but I just
cannot stand the idea."
She took a more comfortable pose on the grass while the others quietly
listened. "When I was still in High School I used to work in a center
for mentally ill people every other week. These people were not mad, it
was no asylum, but most of them were quite ill, on a permanent basis.
Many of them also had physical problems, some of them were even in
wheelchairs. Most of the people I worked with were pleasant, happy
during the day, easy to go at night. They were simple, but nice. Happy
with every bit of attention you have them. But some others were very
difficult to handle. They would soak you up as soon as you appeared and
really claim you completely. The professional nurses had warned us not
to give in, and it went quite well for a while."
"Sometimes one of the patients would get an epileptic fit, on top of it
all, and the first times that was scary. You know, they suddenly drop to
the floor, kicking and spasming, foam on their mouth. Sometimes even
getting incontinent. But it's harmless, you make sure they don't injure
themselves more than they already have and they get better after a few
minutes with a few bruises. Of course such an attack would make us stop
what we were doing and take care of the poor victim. But the demanding
patients learned that this was a good way of attracting attention. You
guess what happened next."
Jane nodded. "Simulants." "You bet. The nurses warned us soon enough
and even taught us how to recognize simulants. Their 'fit' takes
shorter, they only want attention and 'wake up' too soon. They jerk
their limbs symmetrically, while a real victim does not. And they keep
their eyes closed. So we ignored them, and after a while they stopped
simulating. Except for one girl. She was a real bitch, always whining
for attention, especially from the boys. She just would not give up. Oh,
I still hate it so much I'm trembling all over." Diana told her to go
on. "This surely will help you, it's about time this gets out I think.
Never told it before?" "Not really."
"Well, her routine went like this. She would ask us something
impossible, like taking her out to the zoo. When we denied her request,
she would get very angry, fake a fit, and let herself fall forward out
of her wheelchair, hurting herself quit hard. Our instructions were to
leave her, in order not to encourage her to do this more often than she
already did. So she looked for a way to make us look at her longer, and
found one. After she had fallen onto the floor, she would jerk around a
bit until she was laying on her back, with her feet magically always
towards one of the boys. A few more spasms, and her knees would be
pulled up and wide apart, so that the poor boy could do nothing but look
up her skirt. And then," Michelle swallowed, "Then she would look
through her lashes, the bitch, and start to pump. There's no other word
for it, you could see her belly pumping. And dammit, everybody would
look at her, look up her skirt to her panties, and wait for it to
happen. She got all the attention she wanted, the bitch, and still it
was not enough. No, she absolutely had to piss herself on top. She just
pumped herself empty in her clothes, the more gross the better, laying
there exposed in all her glory, smilingly waiting for us to come and
clean her up, plus the floor."
Everybody was dead silent now. Susan closed her knees. Diana broke the
silence. "I see. I do understand you now, completely. We all do. This
type of thing happens, and it indeed can screw up your whole attitude
towards having fun with yourself. I'm glad you told us this. Really."
Michelle shrugged. "It's not that bad, I just still get angry when
thinking back about it. I mean, pissing yourself like that on purpose
just to get attention, from boys no less! I hated her." Jane leaned
forward. "Why? Do you hate her because of the mess she made?" Michelle
looked up. "Eh no, not really. Others made far bigger messes. Some of
them were plainly incontinent." "So you hated her for having found a
sure-fire way to have the boys look at her." Michelle widened her eyes.
"No way! It was rude, it was a voluntary misuse of the whole situation,
it was... it was..." "It was a very good way to have boys stare at her
crotch and have them toss about in bed at night," Jane plainly stated.
"I bet they all got a hardon as soon as she opened her knees. This girl
might have a low IQ but she was smart as hell in basic instinct
aspects." Michelle looked confused. Diana held her breath. Jane could
have been right, if quite direct. Ann jumped in. "Michelle, we don't
want to seem too much of a bunch of shrinks, but Jane has a point. Were
you... were you jealous of that girl?" Melissa tried yet another way.
"Michelle, did you fancy one of those boys?" A single sob accompanied a
nod. "I did. He never looked at me, not the way he looked at that...
that..." Maureen put her arm around Michelle. "Take it easy. Can
somebody fetch something to drink? Relax. This was something that has
been pestering you for a long time, and it's good that it's gone now.
You got it out and you'll see that it helps. Here, have a drink." She
offered Michelle a glass of water. Michelle took a sip. She seemed quite
anxious, but relieved at the same time.
"Sorry to bother you with this," Michelle said after a while, "but now
you see why I don't like the idea of making a performance out of it."
Melissa frowned. "I see your point, but you forget something. I agree
that that girl's behaviour was rude and unfair, but not stupid. She knew
what she was doing. It has worked for others. Listen, most of us have
boyfriends. Don't you think they catch us once in a while? They do. And
do you think this is always by pure accident?" Michelle blinked. She did
not dare to ask anything. "Yes, you are guessing right. I can only speak
for myself here, but I still need to meet the first boy who is not
getting excited at the sight of a girl with a wet crotch." Ann took
over. "Melissa is right. My boyfriend is not into wetting, but when I
let him catch me by so-called accident, he is all over me in no time
flat." Maureen and Diana confirmed Ann's story, and so did Cindy and
Alice, although a bit giggling. Even Jane nodded enthusiastically when
Michelle looked at her. She took another sip of water. This clearly was
something unexpected to her.
"I did... I did never think that others would do this... I mean using
your body and clothes to... to..." "Seduce boys?" Melissa added. "What
else do we do with out body and clothes when going out? Or even when
wearing these official uniforms? It's just a much more refined way of
seduction. It's easy enough to only show it to the one you want to see
it and hide it from the others. Be honest, you never let a boy look up
your skirt as if it was by accident?" Michelle shrugged. "You did. Well,
having him look up your skirt with a stain in your panties hits him a
hundred times harder. Boys are simple in this respect. They don't care
what it is that makes you wet down there, they will always think it's
their powerful presence anyway. You just fool them. It's fair game. They
fool you by pretending to be strong and self-assured. You fool them by
pretending to be weak and vulnerable. It's all in the game. Play it!"
Diana now decided there had been enough pep talk. "Okay, stop it.
Michelle, we agree that that girl in the center wasn't playing by the
rules, but you indeed can safely assume that it's part of the game.
Maybe this will make you feel more at ease. Now, will you consider
staying with us?" After another sip, Michelle nodded. "Okay. I'm still
not convinced, but you have a point. I might have been jealous. I also
admit I looked at the bitch every time as she played her trick. Because
it was a trick, after a few times she even started to wear only pastel
panties as she had discovered that they would show the stain better. We
called those her piss knickers. I remember that once one of us whispered
to me that miss piss knickers was getting ready for her show. So we went
there to look. I felt weird seeing her sitting in her wheel chair, being
nasty to the others, her piss knickers flashing between her knees. The
bitch had been saving up, she had pushed a hand in her lap and rocked
back and forth. Only my friend had noticed, the others were too busy.
You saw the bitch wait until he came closer. Then she threw herself
forward, rolled into position, and waited until he looked at her piss
knickers. I remember my friend hissing: 'Here she goes again,' and
wondered why we both were so excited. I thought it was anger then. We
both looked at her green piss knickers as she peed into them, and my
friend even whispered that she wondered how much effort this costed. In
hindsight, yes, we were a bit jealous, but that was far outweighed by
the gross act of pissing yourself to get unfair attention. Besides, next
we had to clean miss piss knickers up and that was no fun. Especially
not helping her to put on the next pair of piss knickers. And she knew
it."
Ann stood up and stretched her back. "Good, now we have this out of the
way, let's go on. Just think about getting revenge on the bitch and
you'll appreciate your uniform soon enough." Michelle burst out in
laughter: "That's a point of view worth remembering. Okay, I'll join you
all one more time, to see. But I don't guarantee anything." They all got
up and continued practice. Diana made them line up and do some dance
steps, more to see how it went than for a real performance. But they all
could follow quite well. She liked the sight of a row of pretty girls in
pretty uniforms showing off. Their impact definitely had risen with the
new uniforms, and with ten girls in total the group could hardly be
overlooked.
Ann found herself next to Michelle and started to prod. "Never been
curious how it would feel to get wet on purpose?" she casually asked.
Michelle made a face. "Of course I did. The bitch wet herself often
enough to see that she liked it. I even saw her busy once when she was
not attracting attention, she seemed just as happy sitting in her
wheelchair watching television. It definitely was no accident. You don't
look down with your skirt hiked up, stretching your panties with both
hands, if you're having an accident." Ann nodded. "You don't. But you
don't need to show it off either. When I wet for my own pleasure,
usually nobody even notices." They made a synchronous step left followed
by a quick full turn right, mostly on autopilot. This was easy stuff.
"You really wet for your own personal pleasure only?" Michelle asked, a
bit incredulously. "Yes. We all do. You can use it to poke up your
friend as well, but that's an exception. Melissa always brags about
conquering boys, but the rest of us is pretty steady with one boyfriend.
Almost all my wettings, and certainly all during practice, are for
myself. It's just great." Some more dance passes. The pattern got more
elaborate now, they needed to concentrate.
Michelle slowly got interested, Ann noticed. "I suppose that it feels
nice when you go, does it?" "Oh yes," Ann said, "It feels great when
you get slowly warm and wet and nobody notices. I like to wear long
skirts and keep it my own little secret. Diana, too." "You wet your
normal clothes as well?" "Of course! Not all the time, but yes, often
enough." Michelle felt her skin tickle a bit. Despite her hate towards
the wetting bitch at the center, she had always wondered what was so
good about wetting that the bitch kept doing it, even without
spectators. She never tried it herself, out of curiosity, but maybe she
should. When she would not cause extra work for anybody, and could get
away with it without getting laughed at... She looked down at her bare
legs, disappearing under her short skirt. The situation was absolutely
ideal. Very few things to get wet, still enough to get wet to consider
it 'for real,' unlike when wearing her swim suit. "Is is different from
weeing through your swim suit?" she asked Ann. "Oh yes it is. First it
is cotton, not lycra. Second, panties are not intended to get wet. You
have much more sense of peeing yourself. Third, you wear a skirt over
it, which makes it invisible but also much more naughty. I would never
consider wetting my swimsuit if I had real panties and a skirt at hand."
This seemed reasonable, Michelle thought.
An even bolder idea dawned upon her. "Ann... seriously... given the
choice, would you prefer doing it in your uniform or in your street
clothes?" Ann stopped her practice and looked at Michelle. "In your
case, if you have the courage, I would absolutely do it in your street
clothes. The skirt you wore when getting here is suitable. You can do it
and then still take a shower, and if something goes wrong you can go
home in uniform, or borrow something from one of us. If you are serious,
I would recommend your street clothes, no doubt. Uniform wetting is
great, but not the only thing." Michelle pondered her options. Changing
into her normal clothes was easy enough, and Ann was right of course.
This uniform skirt was so short that it hardly counted as such, except
for hiding her panties when standing up. Her normal skirt came down to
over her knees and was made of a much thicker material, resting firmly
against her legs. Wetting herself wearing that skirt would be a lot more
like the bitch. "Okay, I'll try. I want to do it but keep my skirt dry,
that should be possible. No socks or shoes, but all the rest. Yes!"
At the next break, Ann went to Diana to ask what the plans for the rest
of the afternoon were like, while Michelle remained where she was,
getting slowly excited now. Ann came back: "No problem, but we need to
get back into uniform afterwards because somebody will drop by for a
photo for the university newspaper. Diana said that we could take a
leave now and should be back before five." Michelle nodded and followed
Ann to the locker room. While changing back into her street clothes, she
hesitated with her panties. Ann saw it. "Just put on your normal
panties, Michelle. They are important. You should be dressed completely
as normal. And, if I may say so, include your socks and shoes, please.
They make it better. Really." A bit reluctantly, Michelle dressed up and
saw Ann do the same. Together they left the locker room.
To Michelle's amazement, Ann walked straight to the sports park exit.
"Hey Ann! Where are you going?" Ann smiled and dragged Michelle with
her. "Never mind. Just come with me." Michelle let herself be guided to
one of the beautiful lawns around the campus, with several students
laying in the sun, studying or just being lazy. They stopped at the edge
of a pond in which several swans floated leisurely around and where
somebody had created an artificial waterfall with several large rocks
and a water pump. "So," Ann said, "this is it. My favourite spot. Never
many people around, enough to make it exciting though. Grass to hide
traces and a waterfall to make noise. Nobody will ever discover us
here." Michelle was not convinced. She looked around, then at Ann. "Are
you sure? How can I squat here?" "Squat? Who talked about squatting? No
way! Not with a skirt like this." Michelle looked at Ann's skirt, a
full-length blue skirt with wide folds that came down to her ankles.
Squatting indeed would be difficult. "It was high time," Ann continued.
"I'm peeing myself right now." She smiled sideways. "Hard to believe,
huh? But it has already reached my ass and is now getting out. You might
see something." She parted her feet a bit to give Michelle a glimpse of
what happened down there. To her horror, Michelle saw a clear glistening
stream drop onto the grass.
"No worries, this truly is invisible from a few meters away," Ann
assured her, "but under my skirt I am completely soaked. It's getting
hot inside! God what a feeling. As if... as if... I don't know. It's
just something you should feel yourself. It's warm and wet and exciting
and relaxing. All at the same time. And on top, it's great fun. Here I
am, peeing myself completely and nobody even notices. Wait, let me
finish." She pressed to get her last wee in her panties. Michelle
thought she could hear a definite hiss over the noise of the waterfall.
Ann glowed from enjoyment and pride. She leaked out now, having wet
herself to full satisfaction. "This was a good one. Not so long, but
enough to get fully wet and I could go when I wanted. No minutes of
pressing to get only two drops in my underwear."
Ann now looked at Michelle as if she waited for her. Michelle blushed.
"I don't know... maybe we should go somewhere else?" Ann shook her head.
"No use. This spot is the best. You can even screw it up and wet your
skirt, because then you just trip over and grab the wet rocks, cursing
your shoes. Everybody will see it and laugh, and you get away easily
with a few spots on your clothes. Do you need to go?" Michelle nodded.
"Then go. Just go. Spread your legs a bit and have a leak. It's
completely safe." Michelle looked around, spread her legs, and closed
her eyes. "Good Michelle. Nobody notices you. Your skirt does not touch
your panties, rest assured. Just imagine you're sitting on the toilet,
then think of your panties high up your skirt. That's your toilet."
Ann was curious how long this would take. Usually quite a while with
true first-timers, she knew. Michelle's breathing now quickened a bit,
she noticed. At least she was really trying. Michelle opened her eyes
and looked at Ann. "I'm peeing myself, Ann. I really am. I can't stop
it, it's all over me. Oh God..." In a reflex she parted her feet some
more and wanted to grab her skirt to pull it away from her legs. But Ann
held her hands. "Don't. Let it come as it is. Wet yourself. Let it go
and make sure you feel everything. It's safe, really." Michelle was
panting now, and just nodded silently. She concentrated on wetting her
panties. It felt weird, very warm, very extensive. As if everything
below her waist was engulfed by a warm wave, rustling quietly around her
crotch and down her cheeks. She felt some trickle on her left leg, but
it was no cause for alarm. Slowly she let the feeling sink in. It
definitely was pleasant. Even if it had been an accident it would have
been pleasant, only then with enough embarrassment to spoil the whole
experience. But now she could relax and have it happen. No clothes to
worry about, no traces to cover up. Ann had a point in telling that this
was just fun. The bitch had it all wrong. She should have wet herself in
secrecy instead of out in the open, Michelle thought. But that probably
was why she was in the center. She was not bright enough by far to
invent sneaky wetting. Her loss. Michelle let her wee rustle through her
panties and enjoyed. It was a simple but satisfying trick, she thought.
Still wetting, she started to look around a bit, smiling at Ann. "You're
right Ann, it has its pleasant side. I never thought it would be so
easy. I mean, I'm just standing here wearing everything and I go to the
toilet! It's great."
When they both were done, they turned back to the road and returned to
the sports part over the campus. Ann was obviously used to wearing
soaking wet underwear, but Michelle constantly tried to take small
steps, bend forward a bit, and check her skirt from behind. "Trust me
Michelle, nothing shows and nothing will show. Walk normally. It's more
fun." Ann even got them both some ice cream. Slowly Michelle got used to
the feeling of her wet panties between her legs. It definitely was not
unpleasant, unlike what she had always thought. Apparently the knowledge
that she was still in control made the difference. This was being
naughty in your panties, not really wetting yourself. No mess. No people
to bother. No people's attention to attract. Just a little personal
game. As they returned to the locker room, Michelle started to really
like the experience.
While changing back into uniform, they both looked at their panties
before getting them off. Nice clear stains, unmistakenably more than a
little accident. Michelle shuddered from excitement as she realized that
this stain had been up her skirt out there. She got even more excited
when looking at her super mini uniform skirt. "Ann... would it be nice
to keep these panties on under my uniform?" she asked. Ann thought for a
while. "It would, but we need to go out on campus shortly and with that
short skirt you should not wear differently coloured panties as the
others. So you should put on the official ones." A bit reluctantly
Michelle pulled down her wet underwear and got a towel to dry herself.
Not taking a shower was also naughty. With fresh clear red uniform
panties up her bum, she left the locker room and joined the other team
members, waiting for the photographer to arrive.
He turned out to be Diana's boyfriend, she discovered. How convenient.
Together they went out and crossed over the campus towards the place
selected for the photo, giggling because of the stir they caused among
the people out there. But even Michelle now felt only pretty in her
short skirt, accepting her uniform as it came. She knew people were
looking at her legs, and just enjoyed it. Diana whispered something to
her boyfriend, he grinned and said: "Why not?" So Diana turned towards
them all and quietly asked: "Who of you is not truly wet?" Most of them
raised their hand. "Good. I propose that we wet before we take the
photo. It's a bit risky but worth it. The photo will be made on the
square in front of the administration building, around the statue.
That's on concrete, so we need to wet earlier. We'll stand on the next
lawn and my boyfriend will take a picture so that nobody notices what
we're really doing, okay?" Michelle and Susan were so astonished that
they just could nod, together with the others who seemed all too happy
about the proposal. "Can you go again?" Ann asked Susan. Susan nodded.
"I can. No problem. Michelle, you?" Michelle discovered she could go as
well. "That is because you have already wet," Ann explained. "It lowers
the threshold. Actually it can get so low that you get incontinent for a
while, but that only happened to me once, during the last cheerleader
camp." It turned out that all girls apparently would have no problem
getting wet on command. A naughty tension sparked up in the group, being
in this together certainly was more fun than planning a solitaire
wetting.
Arrived at the lawn, they neatly lined up in half a circle first, but
the photographer complained that this would not make a good picture. Too
much lawn and trees, too little cheerleaders. So the outer four girls,
Jane, Susan, Melissa, and Janice, moved inward and gigglingly squatted
down in front of the rest. Diana inquired if this would not be a
technical problem. No way, they all four assured. The photographer moved
closer and sat down on his knees to get a nice shot of the whole group.
"This is okay. Melissa, close your knees. Okay, it's safe now." "Ready
girls?" Diana announced. The six standing ones casually parted their
legs a bit while the others made sure the way down was free as well. "On
your marks... go!" Almost immediately, Jane responded "I'm going," and
felt the familiar warm rush between her legs. Maureen and Cindy closely
followed, then Alice, Diana, Ann, and Susan. Melissa started together
with Michelle, and Janice closed the series. All within four or five
seconds. "Smile girls!" the photographer announced. He started to take
pictures, carefully adjusting his camera, while the whole squad got wet.
Most of the girls did not have much more in store than to refresh the
stain in their panties, but Jane was going pretty well, with Diana and
Melissa hardly doing less. When the photo session was over, they all
were wet enough to keep their skirts down very securely. Giggling like
never before they proceeded to the statue, leaving a slight trail on the
pavement. Jane needed to press her cheeks together a few times before
the dripping finally stopped, and Diana casually reached up her skirt to
pull her panties tight for the same reason.
"Okay girls, take care now. On and around the statue, but no silly
mistakes please." Maureen and Alice, both not too wet, decided to lift
their skirts and sit down on the concrete statue socket, while the rest
either stayed on the ground or climbed up the socket. Diana inspected
the group. "Okay. Maureen, take care with your knees. Right leg a bit
down. Yes. Cindy, are you sure you want to pose like this?" Cindy
nodded. "Yup. I'm not going to drip, promised." Diana was satisfied,
pulled her own skirt a bit higher up, and joined the group, casually
leaning against the socket. "Here we are. Smile!" The camera clicked a
few times. Some staff passed by and remarked that they had a very
representative cheerleading squad this year. Nice, pretty, neat girls.
When they had passed, Jane stuck out her tongue and raised her skirt
towards them. Suddenly a few girls needed to sneeze, Diana almost got
the cramps from trying to keep a straight face, and Cindy dripped after
all.
After the session, they quickly went back to the locker room, more to
have the opportunity to laugh aloud than because they feared unveiling
their wet uniforms. The group stayed together long that afternoon, and
ended up in the local hamburger joint, still in uniform. Plastic
furniture and a tiled floor once in a wile came in handy. The photo
would be ready the next day, the photographer promised, and they would
all get an enlargement.
They could hardly wait.