lostcontrolfreak:I was so excited about having a pretty classmate over, I didn’t really think about
lostcontrolfreak:I was so excited about having a pretty classmate over, I didn’t really think about the chances of her finding out about my problem. Usually, I like to know well in advance that I’m going to have visitors. I don’t think my room smells like pee, but maybe I just don’t notice it anymore? So I figure it’s a good idea to have a scented candle burning before anyone comes over. I only had a few minutes to run up and light one between when Jen called me and when she rang the doorbell.Still, I thought it would be okay. It’s not like she was going to strip the sheets and comforter off my bed so she could see where the mattress was stained a pale yellow. I knew I would get nervous talking to her, but I had already gone to the bathroom. I thought I was safe. The problem is I forgot to empty the hamper.In the laundry, there was still a pair of jeans and underwear that were wet from my last accident. I should have started washing them before Jen called, but I was being lazy. That was why I’d had the accident in the first place. But when I heard her voice, my mind went totally blank. I completely forgot about anything else that had happened that day, and just got laser-focused on making my room look as nice as I could.For a while, it was going well. I almost felt confident talking to her, not like a little boy who still pees his pants. But after she excused herself to go to the bathroom, she started acting kind of weird. She didn’t really say anything, but there was this look on her face like confusion, or…. disgust.I didn’t think much of it until after I walked her to the door. As soon as she was gone, I had an overwhelming urge to pee, even though I knew there couldn’t be very much in my bladder. When I passed the hamper on my way to the toilet, I felt a rush of panic and immediately dribbled in my underwear. I don’t know why she would have looked in there, but she must have. It’s the only thing that makes sense.Now I think about it every single time I see her. She must think of it, too. And sometimes I’ll even catch her looking at me before she cups her hand to her lips and whispers something to one of her girl friends. One by one, they’re all learning my most shameful secret.So far, no one has said anything to me personally. But I just know that one day, the prettiest girls in school are going to be whispering about me and then one of them is going to walk straight up to me and start to ask if it’s true what everyone’s saying. And before she even gets the words out, I’m going to start trembling until I prove it’s true by helplessly wetting my pants right in front of her. -- source link