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  1. In Season 1, Episode 3 of Resident Alien, two young women are hanging out by a lake watching the police scour the lake, where part of a body has been found. We first see them there early in the evening around halfway through the episode, no weird movements. About 3 minutes later we get another scene by the lake. It is now much darker, suggesting quite a bit of time has passed. The two girls are standing by a fire and one of them is very fidgety. They talk and dance around a bit. We then move to another scene and a couple of minutes later they enter a friend's house. The fidgety girl is still semi-fidgeting, much more subtly, and also rubs her hands upon walking in. The three make some small talk before the fidgety girl earnestly asks "Can we use your bathroom?" We do get a scene in the bathroom (top half of body only) with the two girls in the room and the fidgety one sitting on the toilet looking VERY relieved. The other woman does not actually use it. I have to say the desperation here was really well done. From the very first fidgets I immediately realised this could be a pee scene and was hoping she would mention something about needing the bathroom badly, although I wrote it off thinking she was probably just fidgeting because of the cold. So glad I was wrong!
  2. My memory of what happened in the shop and other people’s reactions is a big haze probably because I shut it out at that moment (as everything else in the memory is super vivid). She cried, a lot. My immediate reaction was to put my arms around her, sort of shield her from view and semi-push her out of the store away from people’s eyes. I have no clue whether other customers laughed at her or said anything or if everyone was in shocked silence. In my head, the woman she was asking for the code went “Oh honey…” but this may be something my mind added to a fantasy I would like to recreate for myself. At that moment I hyperfocused on my friend and getting her out of the situation and blocked out all else. I admit I didn’t try to make her feel less embarrassed by admitting any of my accidents. Except for the select few friends in front of whom I’ve deliberately planned wettings, I am always deeply terrified of anyone I know finding out I had an accident. Even when I plan a wetting, I am always terrified of wetting myself before whatever I planned to do as this would be immensely embarrassing for me. It is funny because ultimately in the friend’s eyes I am wetting myself regardless, however I plan them in such a way that only the friend can see me actually go and I can hide from strangers. We sat outside for quite some time until she had dried a bit and then I convinced her to make our way to the underground to go to the apartment I was staying in (I was there for a few days not just the one, like her) and that no one could tell what happened. Unluckily for her this happened when I was still presenting male so I did not have appropriate clothing for her to change into. She had a long warm shower in my apartment while I went to the shops to get her some clothes. After that she cheered up significantly and we went about the rest of our day as initially planned. She has only brought up what happened that day once in the years since.
  3. I have had many embarrassing wettings both accidental and planned, in a school class, in the toilets after a university lecture (no real line, just wet on the way to walking to a cubicle), on a plane, a ferry, a train, in front of friends planned to make sure we'd have at least an hour's walk through a crowded area to the car, in front of my mum as an adult... However I have to say the most embarrassing wetting I know of happened to my (sadly not into omo) best friend. We were meeting up in a foreign city, I had been there for a couple of days and she was coming with an overnight bus so I went to meet her and pick her up at about 5.30am. We walked around for a couple of hours before she eventually admitted that she had not gone since leaving her flat the night before. I started looking for a place to go but most establishments with toilets were still closed, only small coffee shops serving only coffees to go. Eventually, quite a bit later, we found a coffee chain store basically full of people, I headed to the counter and she went straight to the toilets... only to come back seconds later saying she needs a code, clearly hopping from foot to foot for all to see and somewhat discreetly holding herself. It was our turn very soon and immediately she goes "Excuse me can I have the code to the..." before words and bladder failed her. This story still gives me the biggest omo-related rush ever and I am intensely jealous of it. I have wanted to recreate it with myself ever since but I have always been too embarrassed to do it. I think what does it for me is that perfectly combines so many things: 1) it was a public place full of people; 2) she was in a foreign place for just one day and therefore had no clothes to change into; 3) she wet WHILE ASKING for the bathroom. In doing so the attention of all that could hear was drawn to her bladder just in time to witness her accident; 4) her best friend was present, particularly as I have never discussed omo/having accidents with her.
  4. I think this might be an interesting one for me to answer as a trans woman. I have never ever experienced the kind of wetting that is a serious of short spurts or leaks that eventually amount to a full wetting. Growing up, I formed this (admittedly absurd, haha) idea in my head (based on my accidents) that the bladder has a sort of seal that must first be removed and then there is nothing to stop it from opening (like a wine bottle). I had this idea because I would always have one, and only one, spurt of around 1 second before an uncontrollable accident that empties a good percentage of my bladder without the possibility of stopping. As such as a child, when desperate this spurt came to serve as a premonition that I was in trouble. Most of the time there would only be a few seconds between the spurt and the full wetting. However there were times when there would be a few minutes. There wouldn't be a second spurt before the actual wetting in these cases. Once the full wetting happened, I would be unable to stop for many seconds (or over a minute) however at some point I would stop peeing while my bladder would still not be empty and as a result, very often as a child, I would re-wet myself some time later. It got to a point where eventually, after I had an accident, my mum would make me make sure that I was done going and basically asking me to resume peeing myself once I stopped to make sure I was empty and avoid a second accident after changing or drying up etc.. I believe this may have been part of what contributed to the fetish and why to this day if I have to go somewhat bad I can pee myself on command but still struggle to make myself pee anywhere outside a toilet (squatting behind bushes etc.). In my years as a female physically, I have so far never experienced any spurt whatsoever. If I get too desperate, I will have a full blown accident, no premonition, no leaks, and one I am completely unable to stop. It is no longer the case that I have to force myself to continue going, I won't be able to stop peeing until my bladder is completely empty. And over and above all this, it is much harder to hold than it used to be. I am not sure how the biology behind it works but I'm convinced all this must be an after effect of surgery.
  5. OK so I’m not sure if there’s a separate thread for TV series, but I couldn’t find it. I’ll keep this as vague as possible since it only released yesterday and it’s a major show. In season 3, episode 7 of Stranger Things, two characters decide to ask each other a question to check whether they’ve sobered up. A male character asks a female “When was the last time you peed your pants?” to which she replies “Today”. When the male character shows disbelief, she mentions a scary episode and says “It was just a little bit though”. Funnily while watching that scary scene and the related ones before I had thought how the characters must surely have had to pee by now and in the context would have had no choice but to go in their pants, and was almost half expecting them to do something about it in the show. I think someone involved in the writing of this show probably has an omo fetish. This felt like a really random and unnecessary question when it happened, and also in season 1 there is a part where the main character uses her psychic powers to make a bully pee himself after school assembly.
  6. Thank you! I haven't been on the site in a while but just remembered this. I will try to write a similar one (not sure if sequel or just a different story yet) in the next 10 days or so.
  7. Thank you! I'm very busy at the moment but I'll see whether I'll manage to come up with an idea and I'm sure I'll find time to write it if I do. Maybe a crossover with some other stories
  8. Great thread! Yuffie from Final Fantasy VII Rikku from Final Fantasy X/X-2 Penelope from Final Fantasy XII (and Larsa, my only male wetting) Namine from Kingdom Hearts series Rachel from Life is Strange: Before the Storm Elena from Uncharted Julia and Ling from Tekken
  9. Thank you, I really appreciate it! I don't imagine I'll continue this but I might do other fairy tales if I have time.
  10. Warning: short mention of masturbation at the end. --- Once upon a time there was a young woman, the prettiest you could ever see. Her mother loved her, and her grandmother even more so. That good woman had a little red skirt made for her which suited her so well that she wanted to wear it all the time, and so she came to be called Little Red Skirt. One day, the girl's mother said to her: "Little Red Skirt, here are some cakes and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She's ill and feels weak, and they will make her strong. You'd better start off now, before it gets too hot, and when you're out in the woods, look straight ahead of you like a good little girl and don't drink any of the wine. Just because you’re 18 now, it doesn’t mean you should drink alcohol! "I'll do just as you say," Little Red Skirt promised her mother. Little Red Skirt set out immediately to visit her grandmother, who lived in another village, without stopping to use the bathroom. No sooner had Little Red Skirt set foot in the forest than she met Arthur Woolf, her school crush. He asked her where she was going; the poor girl, flustered and not knowing what to say, said: "To Grandmother's house." "What's that tucked under your arm?" "Some cakes and wine. Yesterday we baked, and Grandmother, who is ill and feeling weak, needs something to make her better," she replied. "Does she live very far away?" Arthur Woolf asked. "Oh, yes," said Little Red Skirt, "it’s past the mill you see way over there, the first house in the village." Arthur Woolf thought to himself: "That girl is so hot! Alone in the woods together. If you're really crafty, you'll get her." The wolf walked alongside Little Red Skirt for a while. Then he said: "Little Red Skirt, have you noticed the beautiful flowers all around? Why don't you stay and look at them for a while? I don't think you've even heard how sweetly the birds are singing. You're acting as if you were on the way to school, when it's so much fun out here in the woods." Little Red Skirt looked with eyes wide open and noticed how the sunbeams were dancing in the trees. She caught sight of the beautiful flowers all around and thought: "What a lovely place for a picnic. With Arthur Woolf! And I’ve got wine too. It's still so early in the morning that I'm sure to get there in plenty of time." She promptly sat down on the grass, back against a tree, and said: "I really don’t think wine is going to help my Grandmother. Would you like some?" The two youngsters started sharing the bottle. Little Red Skirt, excited and shy, had heard that alcohol helps you overcome shyness. Within half an hour, the bottle was over, with the girl having drunk more than three quarters of it. They lay there for a while, making small talk. Then, Arthur Woolf said: "I have to go home. I’ll take this path here, and you take that path there, and you’ll be there in no time." In reality, both paths led out of the wood, and he had told her to take the longer one, wanting to get there first and surprise her. Little Red Skirt took the longer path, killing time by gathering hazelnuts, chasing butterflies, and making bouquets from the little flowers she came across. She did not realise that she had left the path, and soon found herself lost in the middle of the forest. She remembered the tales her mother and grandmother used to tell her when she was just a little child, about wolves and witches in houses made of candy in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t the first time she had a nightmare about the wolf in the forest and woke up crying for her mother in a wet bed! No sooner had she remembered that than she felt a sharp pang in her bladder. She looked at her watch; it had been 3 hours since she left home. She hadn’t used the bathroom since she woke up five hours ago, and she had had so much wine. Now that Little Red Skirt was aware of her need, she realised how desperate she was and couldn’t ignore it. The girl started trying to find the path again; eventually she did, but it took a while and her desperation had intensified. She had her right hand pressed tightly against the crotch of her skirt and was hopping along with every step. She had never needed to go the toilet so bad in her life, but she didn’t dare pull her skirt up, her panties down, and squat in the woods, in case there really were wolves around. Oh, how she longed to get to Grandmother’s house! Meanwhile, Arthur Woolf had run straight to his house, where no one was home. He stole a couple of old clothes from his mother’s wardrobe, dressed himself up as an old lady, and hurried along to Little Red Skirt’s Grandmother’s house, where he sat outside waiting to surprise the beautiful girl. Little Red Skirt finally made it out of the forest, past the mill, and to Grandmother’s house, stopping every few seconds to cross her legs and push both hands against her crotch, bending down slightly. She was surprised to find Grandmother outside, and said: “Grandma, shouldn’t you be in bed?” Arthur Woolf, disguising his voice, said: “Don’t worry, my dear, I’m feeling much better. What’s that you have tucked under your arm?” “Some cakes my mother is sending you,” replied Little Red Skirt. “Here, hold them and please let me inside quickly, I really have to go to the b-” Little Red Skirt stopped halfway through the sentence as she noticed that Grandmother looked very strange. She said: “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” “The better to hear you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” “The better to see you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what big arms you have!” “The better to hug you with, my dear.” “Grandmother, what a big mouth you have!” “The better to kiss you with!” And saying that, Arthur Woolf jumped towards Little Red Skirt, arms outstretched, to pull her into a kiss. Surprised, Little Red Skirt took one step backwards, gasped, then cried out in horror as she looked down at her feet. Arthur Woolf stopped at her reaction, and, following her gaze, saw a dark spot growing on Little Red Skirt’s famous skirt, around her two hands, which she had on her skirt. At first he was confused, then he saw a stream of golden liquid forcefully make her way down her legs, into her socks and shoes and onto the gravel path. She had peed in her little red skirt! Disgusted and at the same time laughing, he turned back and headed towards his home. Arthur Woolf wouldn’t tell anyone, though; after all, she had seen him crossdressing. In fact, that night, he kept thinking about Little Red Skirt’s accident and he didn’t find it so disgusting anymore. On the contrary, he found it very exciting. However, he had to settle for pleasuring himself at the memory, for Little Red Skirt was too embarrassed to ever look at him again, and she wouldn’t want to after he had laughed at her predicament.
  11. Well, I'm trans and omorashi has been of interest to me since before I discovered what sex and fetishes are. It's also pretty much the only "sexual" thing that doesn't disgust me, and even so I don't really enjoy it when there's nudity or when stories I read here end in lots of sex. As far as trans people being interested in omo goes, I don't think it's any more rare than in the general population. Perhaps it is even more common; the act of peeing has a certain appeal to trans individuals because it is such a gendered act in our society (men pee standing, women pee sitting). In fact the very first thing i did in my transition, before I even came out to anyone, was to start peeing sitting down permanently. Edit: there's also the fact that when there's a lack of gender neutral bathrooms (like in my country) people who are still early in their transition could end up holding it for hours at a time and possibly having accidents. As for videos and other content, the niche thing is certainly more than valid but there are other things to consider. Firstly, it is possible that there are plenty of post-op trans girls in videos whom we are not aware are trans, so I assume we're talking pre-op. In that case pre-op trans women's bodies are unfortunately already very sexualised by the porn industry and it is therefore likely that trans women into omo are reluctant to post videos because they don't want to be seen as a sexual object but as a women like the other women in omo videos. Additionally, there's just good old law of probability. The segment of world population that is trans is extremely low; once you remove the trans men, those without access to the internet, and those who aren't interested in omorashi, you are left with an even lower amount. So really, if you get 1 trans video for however many thousand cis videos, they're making videos at the same rate.
  12. Phone: rose gold iPhone 6S. Laptop (don't own a desktop): Asus Zenbook UX303 Tablet: Samsung Galaxy Tab S 10.5
  13. It all depends on the situation. Most of the time people will get over it but for some it can affect them, and yes it can be literally life changing. For example when I wet myself at school (around age 10) I was made fun of relentlessly for the rest of the year and ended up having to change schools. After a year in the new school I reached the stage where you move to secondary school so it's a whole new school with people coming from different schools all over the country - including, of course, a significant number from my old school. Some of them remembered and you know how kids are, especially when they meet new people and want to impress them with something unbelievable. So stories of my accident a couple years before spread quickly and it was just one of a number of reasons I was bullied by some of the students throughout my years at that school. So yes, that particular accident was life changing for me. It's really the only one though. I've had a couple of real accidents in front of close friends recently, which must have been shocking for them, and I was very embarrassed and even cried in front of them. But it was always just an embarrassment for a few days and no one brought it up after. Another situation I can think of which I had seen in a video is peeing your pants during a job interview. That can be pretty life changing.
  14. Mine is a particular phrase in my language. I prefer it to anything in English. In English it would be "I have to/gotta pee/wee (really bad)" in a slightly whiny or panicky voice.
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