silvermoon

I remember one Halloween I was dressed as Dark Magician Girl. It was a mix of homemade and official. I had swapped the light blue latex leotard it came with for a light blue tankini, and the bikini bottoms seemed to absorb the first few spurts well. The fourth spurt gave way to a full accident when my brother jumpscared me from behind. It didn't quite absorb that one, but because of the darkness no one else found out. Protip: Don't drink lots of soda before going into a haunted house if you don't want an accident.

I've considered it, but I think it's easier to relax while wearing cloth panties. I don't think my friends would be up to it, too prideful.

I don't think so? I've never worn a skirt with built-in shorts before because of my dislike of shorts and pants, so I have no way of knowing for certain, but if it was possible, she didn't think of it.

It was one of those denim skirts with a pair of shorts built in. I'm pretty sure she made the belt tighter than normal on purpose as some sort of fashion thing, but I've no way to know for sure.

Not always, just some of them. Seems to only be if I'm already relaxed and I actually feel the accident occurring.

A friend of mine once had trouble getting the belt on her skirt loose. She opened the stall and practically begged me for help. Took about four minutes, and when we finally got the belt loose by breaking the little metal stick, and the skirt fell to her ankles, she let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp and an expression that was a mix of horrow and relief as she began peeing into her pink panties while I stood there awkwardly.

Apart from the absolutely horrid Catholic school, public school varied. The elementary school I went to still required escorts, but for both genders, and the teacher would pick the escort, who would be the same gender. This was because the elementary school wasn't one single building, but at least five separate buildings, though all enclosed within a fence. Middle school was easy to get to the bathroom. High school depended on the time of day, which floor you were on, and whether they had locked any of them due to vandals/drug use. Upper floors only had two stalls each and tende

This happened a few days ago, but I was lying in bed reading a book, propped up by pillows, and while doing so I kept noticing myself glancing up at the fan, and each time it took longer to look away. I think it was the eighth time I decided to give in, and just stare. I vaguely noticed a relaxing warmth spreading through my panties when I started peeing automatically upon the first pang of my bladder. I was only staring at it for four hours, but I became thirsty. I was sitting in a small damp puddle, mostly soaked up by my panties and dress. I had also drooled, and left a damp spot

My parents never whispered it. I'll probably just bring up the memory to him and let him decide on his own if he wants to tease me or not.

I don't remember exactly what the word was, except that it was a word unlikely to come up during normal conversation and possibly an ingredient in soda, or a completely made-up word. Though knowing my brother if I brought up the thing I remembered to him while we were alone, if he remembered he'd casually say it right then and there just to see what would happen. As far as I know, no. It's just me.

Well, he'd better have more than candy ready for me if it still works. And nope, I'm the only one in my entire family that's autistic.

Just one from when I was six years old. I was four to six years old, no longer wetting the bed, but still some accidents during the day. I was reading a book when my older brother called me over, and when I went to see what he wanted. He was with his friend, and my brother lifted up my dress and whispered my "safe word" into my ear, and on cue I started peeing with a smile on my face expecting a candy. I only vaguely remember what my safe word was, but it was a word used by my parents to potty train me by letting me know it was okay to pee, and they'd reward me with a candy afterwards. I'm gue

For me, it was a couple things. 1. My bladder used to be able to hold at least 4x more than I can now, up until the last year of junior high and first year of high school. I used to be able to hold it for hours longer than all of my friends (now even the one with an overactive bladder canbhold longer and has fewer accidents), but holding it as long as I could was a way of showing off. 2. I had the misfortune to go to a particularly old-fashioned Catholic school that was in an isolated town at my great-grandmother's request, where girls who wanted to take a bathroom break had to be es

I honestly have no idea, it's never something I bring up.