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  1. Hoo boy!~ I had the most interesting morning today! So, I recently engaged in a little pull up adventure, I wrote about it, and I loved it so much I wanted to do something like that again!!! Buuuut, unfortunately I'm kinda out. But I'm a resourceful little girl! Like many of you have before I used a certain absorbent device that may or may not have been designed for something else entirely to create a make-shift diaper. Eight of them to be exact! They were pretty thing, four in the front, and four in the back, for ultimate coverage! (Spoiler, it didn't leak ^w^). I made my little science experiment around 4 am, stuffing them into my panties, trying to spread them out so that all parts of body touched them, it wasn't for a real purpose, other than I wanted it to 'feel' like a diaper, y'know? And if it was in one area, sure it'd work as a diaper, but I wouldn't get that, "I'm a little girl wearing a diaper" feeling! Once I put it on I went into my backyard where I began to fun! I found a nice place by my woods put my hands against a tree, and let go~ First I had a number two, It came out surprisingly nice and easy, it felt all squishy, hehe~ Then, I had my number one! I was standing there for a while! I had been holding for the majority of the night, and every few seconds I wondered if my 'diaper' was going to give out, surprisingly when I was all good and done, it didn't!!! And I had a wonderful warm feeling trapped inside my absorbent little undies. At that point, it was time to begin, the games! You see, I was outside for a reason, and that was because I had a select list of activities planned out for the night. Firstly, I have a relic of my childhood in my backyard, it's a swing right? But the swing is this little horsey, I love riding it when no one's lookin' it makes me feel so little! So naturally, I sat my little self down on the swing, and of course that spread my mess all around, I took a moment to hop! Letting it squish and squash about, Before swinging on the set back and forth for a few seconds! After that, I went toward a bench, sitting down, like a good girl! At this point my mess was flattened out! Perfectly even! And I took my phone out of my shirt pocket, and began to watch as many little princess potty training videos as I can handle, at full volume too! No one caught me, but I was imagining someone hearing it, coming outside to investigate, and finding my sitting down in a very wet and messy homemade diapee watchin' potty training videos for baby girls. The final fun time activity, was somethin' that I'm personally into separate from omo, and that's wedgies! I love the feeling it gives and I have, just the most perfect tree in my yard to dangle from! I stacked up some of our firewood and used it to reach these two hooks that come out of the tree, made sure to put the leg holes onto it, and boop! I kicked the logs and squeaked in my own perfect diaper wedgie! The padding absorbed most of the pain, but (this may be pretty gross, so warning) some of the mess went running down my pants and out of my legs since the wedgie displaced it, but the padding was fine! I 'hanged out' for a few minutes until my panties ripped and I fell down. When all was said and done, and I had less of a diaper and more of a mess, I cleaned up, packed everything into a bag, tossed it in the bin, and took a very long shower for clean up time!! I even took a little picture of my padding in the grass before dumping it, BUT, I don't think I can upload it, because even though I closed it, there's some poop showing in the picture, so sorry! I hope you enjoyed reading my story! I love doing things like this, and I love hearing what you think of it a heck of a lot more! Thank you!
  2. So I just had a great fun time! No one's home today, so of course I decided to take advantage of that by planning my own super special Krissy omo day! It would be a lot of fun, and I had everything planned out. Firstly, I made sure to buy some pull-ups! I've wet panties, and diapers but never the wonderfully childish in-between point. And the feeling of sliding that pull up on made me want to start "Tawking wike a wittle giwl again!" As for the plan it was simple I loaded my favorite holding challenge. (You should totally check it out!) And drank a lot of water! And so I started the challenge! Now normally I'm pretty decent at these, I've never beaten it though, but I promise one day, I'll be a big enough girl to not wet myself! I managed to hold out for an hour and a half making sure to be perfectly honest on any questions the game asked me. The two challenges I struggle with the most, are when you need to press your bladder on a corner, or, when you have stand still with your legs spread, no squirming! And that was when it got me! I was holding out strong but I started to catch myself making audible noises every few seconds as it got really really hard, I had even leaked just a tiny bit a few times! The first time as you could probably guess when you need to push against a counter. As I pushed on my terribly full bladder, I gasped and stopped myself as a tinkle of pee leaked into my pull up. But I managed to stop so I kept pressing on! (No pun intended.) And soon enough the dreaded "stand still" segments came. I barely made it through one really long one, and then was AMAZED! Because I was allowed for the next few minutes to squirm, and you bet yourself I did the most embarrassing potty dance you can imagine! I started dancing and squirming around kicking my legs in the air, anything to keep myself from having an accident! But alas, nothing good lasts forever, and soon enough I had stand still again, no potty dances for me. And it was here I gave in, I let all of my bladder flow out into my pull up, so much in fact It started to leak and the pee ran down my legs onto my carpet! Completely giving up on being a big girl, I even let out a number 2, completely filling my pull up ruining my undies. I caught myself letting out a sigh of relief as I no longer had to hold anything inside. And so I, stood head hanged in shame with a very wet and very messy pair of pull ups. I didn't expect them to leak! So maybe I should go back to diapees. I really hope this story entertained you! In fact, I'm still in my messy and wet pull up if you have any suggestions on fun, or little-like things to do before I change please let me know! And also feel free to leave a response for how you felt at all, I love your company! Thanks! -Krissy~
  3. Two short clips from this May by Cookie Cyboid on their public Twitter; a pretty fun person to follow in general, by the way. Not loads to see, but there's so few transfemme / non-binary videos out there this seems significant enough to warrant a topic! They don't appear to have any paid content that's omorashi or pee-related, unfortunately. Sorry if it's already been posted. https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1124564543785586688 https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1125273823899680768 PhzQPgh5tJJq0bJG.mp4 VHqy3WR0Jya1pRjF.mp4
  4. Hoo boy! This was personally one of the worst moments of my entire life. Thankfully, no long lasting damage resulted from this, but in the moment, I WAS DEVASTATED. So, in context, at the time I lived in a rural area. There's a decently sized wooded area behind my house. Lots of great foliage! Okay? Got that? Great! It was in the midst of summer vacation, days were long, boring, and hot. And the obnoxious teen Krissy version of me, felt that she just didn't take enough risks in her life! Sure I had experimented a lot by that point in holding, wetting myself, even using diapers, as if the use and discreet disposal of those weren't risky enough, I really wanted to try something more 'outdoorsy'. Opportunity came knocking when my entire family left to go to a family gathering! I never go to them. It's my mother's side, and well, we don't get along too well. So, this of course meant, I got the entire house to my self! I got some rules of course, don't have anyone over, don't leave the yard, but nothing against using my undies as a portable toilet! I gave it a few hours after they left, took the alone time to do some more, normal? Things I guess? You know, listening to music way too loud, taking the living room television for myself, and well, being a closeted trans girl, taking the opportunity to wear some of my more feminine clothes around the home. But soon the time was upon me! I just wanted to do one thing, go out into the woods in my yard, hold for as long as I can, and not return until I ruined a pair of underwear! I changed into more masculine attire, figuring as long as I wear normal undergarments, no one would notice anything on my dark pants in the area between my house and the trees. After I got into my hiding spot, my heart was racing. The tension was something else. You ever hear someone's AC turn on from outside out of nowhere, just silence, listening to the birds, and suddenly BZZZZZZZZ!!! Every time I nearly had a heart attack. As for the holding, it was fun! I took the time to imagine myself if anyone was watching, what would they say? Would they notice I had to go? The combination of getting more and more desperate, and the tension of not being in a locked room for once kept me more than occupied in my brain-space. Eventually I got to the point it became unpleasant, (also it was way too hot to be out there for much longer). And decided enough, was enough, and I let the waters flow. The distinct sound I think we all know of pee streaming down someone's pants, dripping onto the ground. I'm sure the local flora were very appreciative! And even, having to well, y'know, go number 2 as well, I let that out into my underwear as well. Feeling total and complete relaxation, I felt like the bravest girl in the world! For a few minutes. I have these, neighbors. And they have a kid. He's not too old. At the time of the story, I think he was like, 11? 12? Maybe younger. But APPARENTLY he and his friend are two explorers! Explorers who happen to just LOVE taking an expedition into the unknown wilds, of other people's property! After a few minutes of taking in the feelings my lower body was provided by relieving myself, I started to hear talking. I instantly froze. I didn't move. I didn't breath! I was hoping, praying, that they were going to go the opposite direction of me. Nope! I saw the two of them through the leaves far before they could see me. They were coming right toward me, and it was any second now, before they found me. I don't think I was that exposed or anything, but up close, anyone could see I wet myself, and the only thing I heard one of them say was. "It smelled like someone pooped themselves." THOSE SIX WORDS ARE STILL BURNED IN MY GUILTY SUBCONSCIOUS. Right as I heard those words and they were almost upon me, my fight or flight instincts took over, and I bolted! I ran through the leaves in the opposite direction of them, not even trying to take the sneakiest route, I took the shortest one all the way too my back door. I opened that ran inside, locked the door, and the burning of my blushing face, began to sting even. I quickly took a shower, changed, threw that pair of underwear in a trash bag, and took it out. And happily spent the rest of the day avoiding anything omo related and regretting my life choices. To this day I have no idea if they saw me, or recognized me. No one ever brought it up to me, so I'm hoping for the best! Either that, or they're just too disturbed to talk to me. Well, thanks for reading! It felt good to get this off my chest in a judgment free zone! I hope you were in anyway entertained! If you have any comments or questions, I'd be happy to see them! Thanks again!
  5. Just found these videos which are quite nice. They have a nice nonchalant air to them. It is nice to see someone just standing and wetting. PP
  6. The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.
  7. This VERY CUTE trans person on Twitter has been celebrating the UK obscenity laws being repealed recently: https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1124564543785586688 (panty wetting) https://twitter.com/CookieCyboid/status/1125273823899680768 (panty wetting + chastity cage) Let's hope for much more content like this in future!
  8. Okay, so this was an embarrassing experience sometime late January, and I mostly wanted to share it so I actually still engage a little with the community here while I'm busy with work and still writing ^^;;;;;; Ever since I've been on hormones, I started wetting the bed again, and while that's embarrassing on its own, it's half hormones half stress. The main reason this is a problem is because I leaked once or twice at work due to my stress incontinence, so I had (and have) been wearing pullups just in case, also because they help me feel a bit less anxious at work. A week before I decided to go out, I was being a brat (as usual <////<), and ended up earning a punishment, which originally was just buying a pack of goodnites in person. That being embarrassing enough, my procrastination in doing so ended up eventually being, I wet a goodnite at work, when I get off, I was to buy some and get changed into a new one at the same store. My mommy had realized that I was stressed and said I didn't really have to at all, but as usual, I'm a bit stubborn and decided to go through with it anyway, if only to finally do something else in public again. The day I had decided to do so was very impulsive, I had the idea on my way home from a long day of work, having already wet myself while talking to a customer. >////////////< I thought to myself that if I put it off any longer I'd probably just not do it at all, and so I decided to finally go through with it. I had purposely chosen the biggest Walmart in our area, one because I never shopped at that one before, and two because I wanted it to be as public as could be. I could feel my cheeks blush as I pulled into the parking lot, this point being to far in to back out. "I need new goodnites anyways" I said to myself, only causing me to get more flustered. I thought to myself if I were to get goodnites, I needed some more childish stuff, as if it would show to everyone that they weren't for me. So of course, the first thing that came to mind was jumbo crayons and coloring books. After that was the goodnites. Honestly, in hindsight, it was probably super obvious I was carrying a bag of goodnights. I tried to look as natural as possible picking up the goodnites, despite my flustered face and me trying my best to hide that fact with all the coloring books I bought. I tried not to make eye contact with the dozen or so people I passed, scared it'd be someone I knew and they'd assume the obvious. After what seemed like a long walk, I thought I was in the clear as I tried to scan the goodnites at the self checkout and hurriedly hide them from view, but as I was trying and failing to scan the barcode, an employee asked if I needed help. My face must've looked like a rose as I tried to not make eyecontact with him either. I said something about me being alright and his response afterwards making me think he realized what i was scanning and that they were for me, he walked away so I'll never know. >//////////////////< As soon as I paid for everything I fast walked out with my stuff and quickly put it in the trunk of my car, soon opening it to get a new one to change into. Now, my second part of the plan was a bit more thought out, I was to hide the goodnite in my jacket, go back to the store, change and go. It went fine at first, entered through the opposite side (I used the same side to enter and leave last time) and quickly headed to the lady's room. When I entered the second open stall I saw and got my phone out, I quickly realized a problem, I was wearing my work pants, not a skirt. Now I didn't think this was a problem at first, seeing as I could rip the sides and take it off without sliding it down my legs. The problem was getting a new one on. Someone else at this point had entered the bathroom and I was extremely nervous, as American stalls almost never go all the way to the floor. The problem only got worse as I realized I had to actually take my shoes off too just to change in this small stall, so as I took the wet one off, I stalled for time to be alone in the bathroom. I started by untying my shoes as I waited for them to wash their hands and leave, with me quickly taking the time to take my pants completely off so I could slide the new one on. By the time my pants were back on someone else came in, and my nervousness grew again. I quickly took some pictures and put my shoes back on, and casually walked out of the stall, throwing away the wet goodnite in the trash under the sink and taking my time washing my hands. I was a bright red even after the trip, it was extremely embarrassing but really fun to do! I doubt I'd do it again any time soon, but it definitely wasn't the first time I changed in public and won't be the last ^//////^ (the first time was also right after work, in the back of my car into one with tapes, an M4) Here's a final pic, me in front of a fire place right afterwards showing my goodnite, which was already wet by the time I got home <///////////<
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  10. I had my first genuine accident in quite some time on Saturday. I didn't enjoy it - I'm hypocritical in that I'm much more into accidents than deliberate wettings but absolutely hate my own accidents and react pretty badly to them, and I've never deliberately wet myself in public because I'm too embarrassed. I hope you enjoy it though! So I went for a day trip to a neighbouring country by ferry to enjoy the snow and do some mountain activities. Since I spent most of the day on the mountain I was wearing boots, grey jeans (not very dark), 3 layers of clothing and a jacket. I never use public toilets when abroad unless they are unisex because I'm too scared of how people might act. Usually I hold it in until I'm at the hotel but since this was a day trip, there was no hotel this time. I was on a tour with a coach so I planned to use the bathroom on the coach, but it turned out it didn't have one. So I knew I was going to be in for a few rough hours in the evening until I boarded the ferry back home (most people sleep on the ferry so if worst comes to worst I could dare use the toilets there because they'd likely be empty). Anyway, had a really fun day, and by the time the coach was on the way back to the port I had to go quite a bit. Not quite desperate but bothersome and - since I'm into omorashi - also enjoyable. So when we got to the ferry I decided I would hold it for the 2 hour trip and go at home. What I forgot was that although I hadn't had a lot to drink during the day since I left my bottle of water in the coach, I had had quite a bit at dinner and it was all making its way to my bladder. So there I am, next to the window seat getting very desperate very quickly. At this point I was in pain and wasn't enjoying it anymore. I would have gone to pee but the man sitting next to me was a stranger and he was asleep after a tiring day. Ever shy, I was too embarrassed to wake him up just so I could go to the toilet so I just held it (at least for a while ). It was quite hot on the ferry so I took of my jacket and one layer of clothing to allow more room for the rest of my clothing and hopefully ease the pressure on my stomach/bladder region. Again, too embarrassed to undo my zipper or belt. I was squirming in my seat with one hand in my crotch, taking it away whenever someone passed (thankfully not often). I was scared that I wouldn't make it and started panicking and that never helps. The man next to me slept for the entire trip and it started dribbling out when there were about 30 minutes left. I didn't know what to do so I stayed in the same position except my heart was beating a million times faster. Just a couple of minutes later I couldn't hold it any longer and full on peed myself, panties, jeans, socks, boots and all. Most of it ended up in my boots so not much made it on the carpeted floor (if at all) and there was a dark spot on my jeans which was visible but not so much in the darkness. The tears came as soon as I realised I couldn't stop because I hadn't had a public unintentional accident in years but luckily I cried silently and the man next to me slept on, oblivious to what the girl next to him had just done. I used some tissues to dry my face and also the tiny puddle on the chair as best I could then just hid beneath my jacket. When we arrived I sat as long as I could, acting as though I was waiting for the rest of the queue to get off first. Eventually I had to wear my jacket because it was almost midnight so I tried to disguise my wet jeans using shopping bags and hoped no one would notice the dark spot in the darkness of the night. Luckily there was no customs or security to go through (which is stupid to be fair) so I just had to walk straight out as fast as I can to find my mum's car, who was picking me up. She knows the struggles I face and was sympathetic but it didn't make me feel much better about having wet myself. I can only be a bit excited about it now that's it over.
  11. Today has been a very interesting day for me. I moved into my new apartment and got settled in just fine. But during the late hours of the day I started having an uncontrollable need to pee every 30 minutes or so. Then I thought to myself that I needed to have a little fun after such a long day, so I started drinking lots of iced tea. And I mean lots. My desperation quickly got severe and I found myself bouncing up and down in my chair very quickly after I had just had a relief. In the end, I decided that getting up all the time was too much trouble (lazy soul) so I figured I'd just cover the floor under my chair with blankets and release whenever I needed to. As of writing, I have peed 5 times over the course of 3 hours and the blankets are drenched. Might have to change them sooner or later!
  12. SalaciousSarah

    female A Soaking Wet Road Trip

    Okay. So I did a thing today too. So I had to take a road trip a few hours to a not so nearby town, and then back for some kind of business stuff. It took ALL DAY. So I packed a few pairs of clothes, a few diapers, and PLENTY to drink. So. The plan. Stay hella hydrated, pee a little every exit on the highway, every time we slowed to a stop on the highway, and when I got to town, every red light. Wear a diaper under my clothes. Intentionally leak and wet my dress or skirt at least once. Knock a couple things out at once. So here’s some things I wore, in order: Black Skirt and Leggings (thanks CarmenCD) with a Red shirt. Molicare underneath. Later an Always Pull-up. Looked hella cute I think. Gray sweatpants with a Pull-up underneath. Shirt didn’t get wet the first time. Kept it on. Black dress with an Always Pull-up. And then changed the Pull-up for a new one. And then later another Molicare, but with a stuffer. In the black skirt-leggings combo, with the huge thick diaper underneath, I spent most of the first half of the trip. I peed almost willy nilly, completely ignoring my self imposed rules. Eventually it leaked a little, but it wasn’t visible, and it was only a little. I changed at a gas station into a pull-up and kept going. Made sure to chug an energy drink to increase my desperation and wake me up. In the pull-up, I more obeyed the rules, but my bladder had already been waking up before I drank the energy drink. The energy drink threw me into a place of no return. Some of my little drops I was letting out were some really big spurts that I couldn’t hold back. About an hour later, I had to go really REALLY badly, bouncing in my seat, and I stopped being able to wait for an exit, I just started spurting kind of a few times every minute. It didn’t take long for me to notice I was leaking, and pretty bad. I was going to stop at the next gas station to pee myself completely in public and change, but traffic slowed down WAY too much, and I ended up flooding the pull-up, soaking the skirt, AND my seat. Too much too soon. So I walked in with my skirt clinging to me a little too much, head hung low, and asked if I could use the bathroom to change. Luckily the guy didn’t pay me any attention. Thank god. So I changed into gray sweatpants and another pull-up. Shirt miraculously didn’t get wet. I put a bedwetting pad on the seat before I got back in. I kept up roughly the same thing, but not really trying to hold back if I had to go. My bladder was a little tired, and so was I. Last leg of the trip there. Stopped at a gas station near where my meeting was with soaked sweatpants, also clinging to me. I didn’t say anything to the cashier, just went in and changed. I put on a little black dress that was barely appropriate, and pull-ups for my meeting. The pull-ups for some reason or another proved necessary. Either because my bladder was weak, or because of how long it was. But I was fine. Wasn’t too hydrated for it. No leaks. Timed it just right. I excused myself after the meeting, changed my pull-up in their ladies room, and stuck around a little bit for the customary small talk for an hour or so, at least it seemed like it. They offered me to go get drinks with them, but I honestly really had to get back home. I was going to run out of diapers before I made it home if I stuck around too long. I drove back for a while, wetting a bit, hydrating a bit. I made it about halfway through on the one pull-up this time, and at the gas station I just put on another Molicare to last till the end. Started hydrating a bit more cause I wanted to soak myself again. And did I ever. It didn’t leak thanks to a stuffer I put in, but it was soooooo thick. I loved it. I got home. I got my magic wand, and I came three times before I fell asleep in my diaper and dress on the bed. I woke up a few hours later leaking, but it wasn’t all over the bed. Thank god. And then I typed this up. Aaaannnd now I’m horny again. I’m going to go spend some more quality time with my wand now.
  13. SalaciousSarah

    female A Trip to the Coffee Shop.

    A small accidental omo anecdote? So I was out with a few of my friends at a local coffee shop downtown. Pretty small, but pretty cool. Hipstery and trendy. But cool. I was there with a couple of guy friends and a female friend I’ve know since middle school. Like, 16 years ago I think. I won’t describe her, just my relationship to her, since it isn’t her omo but mine. Let’s call her Stacy. Stacy and I had dated a little in college, but she left me for her ex. Kind of a bitch move, but we made up eventually. We’re pretty close nowadays, and besides my actual partner and my roommates, Stacy’s been a great ally for my trans stuff and helps me feel more like one of the girls. She’s just a great friend. And I’m still really really hot for her. Like, I have mentioned that if anything happens to her and her husband, or they opened up their relationship, I could be there in an instant. She knows and mostly laughed it off. But anyways, myself. Kinda short, slightly chubby Hispanic trans girl. I’d like to think I’m pretty. Almost perfect long curly hair. Pretty okay breasts. B cup right now? I... don’t remember what I was wearing. But I’ve been trending towards tight pants for awhile now. So I had had a few cups of coffee, and was working on an iced latte. It was my third coffee overall I think? Now for reference, my bladder is either okay, or really not okay. I was starting to notice my bladder. Not for pervy reasons, but for being with friends at coffee shop reasons, I was putting off peeing a little. Eventually, I got up to use the restroom, and I was expecting cool hipster coffee shop to have gender neutral or single person bathrooms, cause I’m still not really confident in myself as a transwoman. But nope. A men’s and a women’s. I sat back down. I could hold it. Stacy turns to me. She vaguely knows about my bladder problems, and that my trans medicine doesn’t help my bladder at all. And that I had a lot of coffee. “Do you have to pee?” I blushed hardcore. I do not like being obvious unless I’m like, trying to be. “No, it’s fine, it can wait. The bathrooms are women’s and men’s. I’ll just wait.” “It’s bad for you to hold it. You can get an infection.” “It’s fine.” And I really thought it was. So I just held it for the next half hour. I probably could have held it a few more hours I thought. We were gonna go soon anyways. It was fine. What was happening though was I kept noticing Stacy looking at me and kind of staring at me, totally checking me out. I was so digging it. And the talk with our friends? Hella. She looks at me again. “Hey, do you wanna leave?” Oh man did I. I mean. She was also my ride home, but I was expecting a little something something from the way she’s been eyeing me. “Yeah, lets get out of here.” I start walking to her car, before she grabs my arm. “Oh no no no missy. You’re not sitting in my car before you pee. You’ve been squirming around like a toddler since almost an hour ago. Holding yourself, crossing your legs, bouncing around. We’re going to find you a bathroom stat.” I uhh, had not noticed really. I thought she was checking me out. I was totally checking her out the whole time. Whoops. When she mentioned it though, I guess I finally felt how badly I needed to go. I hid down an alley while she looked up gender neutral bathrooms nearby for me. I potty danced... quite a bit. She finally found one nearby, and told me: “Go go go, before you pee yourself!” “It’s not that bad!” I exclaimed while still running like it was that bad. I made it pretty okay, except a little spot that I hadn’t really noticed. I’m not really sure when it happened, but it was no more than the size of a quarter. Stacy was waiting outside the bathroom. “Did you make it?” “Yes I made it, shut up.” “Lemme see!” “What, gross! No way perv!” I did not really care if Stacy was a perv. In fact, I was hoping she was. “Then you didn’t make it, did you?” I mean I was covering up the spot with my bag, but I told her: “I made it just fine. Thanks.” “Sure.” We got back in her car, and she was driving me home to drop me off. She was apparently not interested in some kinky polyamorous sex yet. A bit into the ride I’m just sort of staring out the window assuming she forgot about earlier. “I knew it! You wet yourself!” She was pointing at the little wet spot, not quite dry on my jeans. I guess at some point I opened my legs enough for her to see, and she just glanced over. My legs shot closed again and I covered myself. “It’s not that bad!” “It’s bad enough that you wet yourself!” “I would have been fine if I hadn’t been too nervous to use the bathroom.” “Well, next time I can just go with you, okay? Girls do that all the time. You’re a girl, right?” “Yes...” “You can’t just hold it like that. It’s really really bad for you. Seriously, I’ve gotten infections from holding it too long just from work and school. It hurts like a bitch. And if you get a UTI, sometimes you wet the bed, and you have trouble holding it. And you already do BOTH of those things sometimes. If there’s a bathroom available, just go next time. I’m serious, I’ll go with you.” Oh god was I embarrassed. I sort of just decided to let Stacy win though. She dropped me off, and I went to go take a shower. And fap. Honestly, from the pervy side of me, I can’t wait to hear her pee from the stall next to me next time. But maybe I should listen to the non pervy side of me and just let it not be an omo thing.
  14. Tonight I decided to hold until I couldn't anymore. Holding "all the way" is something I've only done a couple of times. Normally during any holds I do, I get very desperate and end up "purposefully" letting it go. But anyway, this was my first wetting in "normal" clothing since moving a bit over a month ago. I've wet in a diaper a couple times since moving, but tonight I had to mop the floor. In the middle of writing a lengthy paper for an online class I'm taking for a second degree (because my first one hasn't helped too much), I noticed I had to pee. It wasn't yet particularly pressing, so I decided to hold for a bit. Nearing the end of the paper however, my need to pee was starting to become more and more severe. I decided I was going to finish up the paper and "reward" myself by not visiting the toilet. I impulsively decided I was just going to hold until I wet myself. I wasn't dressed in anything particularly special. A white t-shirt and jeans. But I felt, for whatever reason, that my jeans were a good choice to wet in today. So I didn't change into anything that I had previously planned to wet in. For a while I just walked around my cluttered apartment (I'm still not nearly unpacked) as my desperation built until I decided the kitchen area would be the best place to make my last stand. So I brought my bedroom mirror into my small kitchen area so that I could watch myself shake and squirm a bit. I needed some sort of entertainment if I was to just be standing in an empty room waiting to lose control, and what better source of entertainment than watching my own stimulating suffering? I stood in place for what felt like an eternity. Constantly feeling like I had very little time until I burst. What was more of a pressing matter however, was I also felt as thought I needed to also do number two (I didn't mess myself). I often find that being desperate to pee also makes me feel like I need to do my other business as well. I wasn't planning on that cleanup today but I wasn't going to move until I wet. Once again, I thankfully didn't need to do the more difficult cleanup today. I just stood there and watched myself in the mirror. I was quivering. I couldn't hold still. I didn't want to move. After standing in place for maybe about an hour after setting up camp, I leaked a little bit. Just a spurt at first. And a few minutes later there was another one. I managed to hold out for a bit after the second spurt, but within ten minutes or so it was coming out. A slow trickle at first, but despite my best efforts the dam broke and I soaked, mostly the inseam and back of my jeans. I couldn't stop it until I was drenched. I stood there for a minute, in a large puddle of my own urine. My socks drenched as well. Despite deliberately putting myself into exactly this situation, several conflicting emotions rushed over me. I reacted by immediately just grabbing my mop and beginning to mop the floor. At the end of it all, I'm a bit happier and have a bit more laundry to do, so I think it worked out well!
  15. Okay. So this is fun. I usually stick my affirming stories about being gendered correctly as a transwoman literally anywhere else but here. Today, I can’t put my story hardly anywhere else. I’ve been stalling on wetting my bed for Rachel, but maybe this will be okay So, my bladder isn’t perfect. It really isn’t. It’s on and off, but mostly works fine except at night sometimes. My bladder isn’t perfect though. So I’m on a medicine that makes me have to pee more. I’m on a large dose of it. It’s actually generally not a problem. But my bladder is NOT perfect. So I’m a transwoman btw. I don’t think I’ve ever written the what they look like paragraph about myself, but I still have a secret identity to hide, so I won’t go too in depth. I’m about 5’5, and unbeknownst to myself, I’ve apparently just finally started passing as a woman. My hair is LONG and curly. If it weren’t for the curls, it would easily reach down to my butt. I’m a pale Hispanic, and a little on the heavier side. I’d say most of my body fat is in my stomach, with a good amount having made it’s way to my breasts by now. I’m not sure how to describe my legs and ass, but I know that people have liked to look at them even before I started hormones. And I’ve been doing plenty of squats to make em even better. As to what I was wearing. My favorite type of pants to wet, coincidentally. Tight blue jeans, hugging my every curve, light light light blue. A pair of blue and gray panties under that, that I can vaguely use to hide my genitals from view under them and the jeans. I was wearing one of my favorite band’s hoodies, unbuttoned, and a red t-shirt that I only started to wear more often because it shows my new breasts fairly well. Cute cute cute as a button face. Big brown eyes. Big wide framed black glasses. Kinda hipster looking frames. And I usually cover a little bit of my face with my hair on one side depending on how I have it parted. My picture on here is definitely not current. Was that long enough of a description? Anyways, a few hours from getting out of work last night, I got a twinge that I had to pee. I hadn’t really drank that much at work, but I was beginning to get there. Maybe a 5 or 6. Enough that I was beginning to notice. I decided to have some fun, so I went to the water cooler a couple of times to get water, trying to be careful about just how much I was getting. I was not careful enough. So during one of those water breaks, it was also time for me to take my pills. Hormone replacement therapy does not work without taking it after all. Usually I’m fine taking it as long as I wasn’t too hydrated. I was. So work was not a problem. That was fine. My intent had been to go shopping after work to pick up some more Always Discreet pull-ups and a few other things, and to hold during that. Maybe wet during that towards the end. Maybe not. But it was going to be a conscious choice. So work let’s out, and I go to a certain small grocery store that’s open 24/7 around here. On the way, I hit a smallish pothole and let a little out, but I’m able to stop it. I didn’t realize I had to go that bad, but it’s fine. Maybe at an 8 around here, but it’s chill. I get there and open my legs to look at the damage, which was probably about quarter size max, before I opened legs. Very suddenly, it’s maybe half dollar sized. I managed to stop that from getting worse though. I was not ready yet. If you were wondering, the way I had my penis pointed actually I think made the eventual wetting pattern a bit feminine. Pointed more down the seam of my jeans than forward. So where you’d normally see a gal’s initial wet spot, was for sure where mine was. I got out of the car, and it was a little cold, but I managed to walk into the store pretty okay. I went around and started getting my various groceries. I was about halfway through when my desperation just shot up. 9 easily. I stop in place pretending to just stare at something on the shelf, and I do a quick potty dance in place. I look around to make sure that nobody was watching, and I went to get a few last things before I went to get the pull-ups. This is where things went wrong. So when work let out, it was Valentine’s Day now. This grocery store has a ton of flowers for sale even when it’s just a regular Wednesday. They were packed with flowers. I walk past the area where they have them without really thinking about it, and some pollen or something irritates my nose. And I sneeze. A few pretty good and hefty sneezes. I am now right there at a 10 that I’m barely keeping from turning into a huge waterfall on the floor. It is starting to leak out and I can’t quite stop it. I now have a fairly weak stream going that just isn’t going to stop. This is happening right now whether I want it to or not. I manage to somewhat gather myself, enough to ask a nearby worker where the bathrooms are. “Hey, umm, where are the bathrooms around here?” I pretty desperately needed to use them, and now. Generally btw, I’ve been avoiding public restrooms, because I thought I looked between a guy and a girl at best. I live in Texas, and I don’t wanna be stabbed in any parking lots. When I do use a public restroom, it’s still the men’s. Anyways. She gives me directions, calling me “Miss” while doing so, something I’d normally be excited over, since I was sure I looked like a hairy gorilla of a man with boobs, but I was too distracted to enjoy it. I head over, abandoning my shopping cart a few feet away. There is a man cleaning the bathroom which is the women’s room. There is not a men’s room immediately next to it. She gave me directions to the women’s room, not the men’s. I passed as a woman to her hardcore. That’s exciting, but I am literally still slowly peeing my pants. I walk down a bit to a register where someone is being helped. Normally I wouldn’t bother somebody helping somebody else, but this is urgent, and I’m pretty sure that it is plainly obvious for anybody to see. It is as obvious as the streaks of urine going slowly right down my legs. “Hi, umm, do you have any restrooms that aren’t being cleaned right now? Maybe the men’s room?” I ask pointing out the women’s room being cleaned. “Oh don’t worry about him Ma’am. He’ll let you in.” Are you serious with me right now? But hey. That’s two people who clearly see me as woman. I hobble over at this point, doing a pee dance that is not helping at all. I don’t remember much about the other people besides that they were women, but this guy cleaning was about as redneck big white guy as someone cleaning the women’s room can be, which is pretty big cause of course it is. “Umm, I’m sorry, can I use the bathroom?” I’m sure I stuttered out more than asked. Not only am I scared of wetting myself fully, but I’m scared that he’ll see me as a man and get angry with me. “Go right on in Ma’am.” he said in the thickest southern accent. Who am I to argue with the man? That’s three for everybody keeping score at home. I rush in, find a stall, and find instant relief. Like. Instantly. I am still working on pulling my pants down kind of instant. These jeans are tight and it is not helping. I manage to get what I hope is most of my urine in the toilet. My jeans are... pretty obviously soaked. There is an actual puddle on the floor around the toilet. There is a pee trail on the floor leading from the door to me. How long is it? I don’t know. I dab at my jeans with toilet paper. It doesn’t help. 8( I did not have a large penis before cutting off my testosterone supply and replacing it with estrogen. That did not make it bigger. But it was trying to get there for sure after a huge huge accident like. I managed to hide it again, bless the lord. But it was excited. I manage to clean up somewhat well, considering. I’m somehow not crying, but I definitely look a mess. I exit. “I’m uhh. I’m sorry. I...” “It’s okay. I didn’t mop in there yet. Are you alright ma’am?” “Umm, yeah. Yeah.” I imagine I am crimson. What I see across the registers doesn’t help. It’s the men’s room not being cleaned. I grab my cart, and rather hurriedly grab a few more groceries and my pull-ups, not stopping to even see anything but what I’m doing. I do not want to linger around. I do not want to be seen like this. I am hugely embarrassed and my cheeks will not stop burning. My genitals are almost fighting to be seen. I’m vaguely sure a full erection will be visible no matter what if I have one. I manage to keep that at bay like I couldn’t with my bladder. I finally get to the registers to pay, and thankfully there isn’t a line. “Did you find everything okay Miss?” Aaaaand four people saw a woman when they looked at me. Maybe it was a good experience after all. I don’t know what possessed me to say this, but I replied to her question, with “Well, not everything, at least not in time.” The look of sympathy on her face. Yeah. She knew. There’s no way she didn’t know. I had a gigantic pee stain down my pants, and then the pull-ups on the conveyor. I stared down at the floor for most of the rest of the transaction, and I went home. I’m sure that I put things away, but everything was sort of a blur. I laid my bedwetting pad down on my bed, and me and my magic wand went at it on the outside of my panties for nearly two hours before I came. My entire body shuddered and kicked. And all was good. I switched off my toy, and I went to sleep. In case you’re wondering, I did not stay dry in my sleep this time either.
  16. Hello guys! Today is an exceptionally hot day, and what better way to cool down than to just pee down your legs? So I figured I'd do just that! I also wanted to test out exactly how bad I am at taking pictures! (seriously, on half of them, you could barely see I had actually wet myself) I've collected the best of the bunch for you, hope you like them! By now it's time me for me to hop in the shower and rinse off. Cheers! ~ [Also: dat ass ] Even after the shower, I kept the clothes on (I had them on during the shower) and it's really doing wonders at keeping the heat at bay! Plus it's kind of sexy, so that's a bonus
  17. So, I've been thinking about this for at least ten years now, and now that I've finally determined that I'm one-hundred percent committed to this decision, I might as well share it. Well, as the tags imply, I'm thinking of changing my gender to female, gender reassignment and all. Now, the main reason I'm saying this now instead of just a status update later, I'm asking for help. If anyone knows any specifics you may want to share, I'm looking for as much information about it as possible. Of course I did some of my own research, but I would appreciate the help. Feel free to reply with more than just advice, as I'll gladly answer any questions you may have as well (if you have any).
  18. Hey guys! I'm pretty new to this site and haven't done a lot yet but I was interested in any omo memories y'all have from childhood. One of the first posts I read was How It All Began and I can definitely say that thats what turns me on--a boy watching a girl pee herself in front of him, in a hot dress or one piece swimsuit (though it was just a bikini in that story). I unfortunately have never seen any good wettings or desperation. I do remember a few times when this one girl in two of my classes during my freshman year was desperate. She was really hot, also a cheerleader, and really sweet, and she had a crush on me, so she always sat close to me during the second of those two classes (we couldn't pick our own seats in the first class). It was in the middle of the day right before lunch. A couple times in that class, I noticed her holding herself, pee dancing, sitting on her heel etc. but she never asked the teacher for a bathroom break unless there was a substitute. The desperation never got bad though, and she never got close to wetting herself. So anyways if you guys have any cool experiences like this to share, this is a good place. I prefer those with wetting though.
  19. As some of you may have read, I have recently been at the hospital, and as a result of the operation, I'm now having (a lot of) trouble holding my pee. It'll wear off in a few days, but for now it means that I wet myself a lot! Eventually I turned to just placing towels on my chair, but as we all know, it's never quite enough. They soaked through very quickly. I thought I would post some pictures I took, because I thought that I might as well try and enjoy it while it lasts. Wet jeans and the mess that used to be a towel. Hope you guys like them!
  20. So this is another one of my "I was asked to tell a story and decided to post it here"-topics This one is from 3 years ago where I was on "vacation" in Portugal for a week. It didn't go according to plan, but that's not what this is about ~ The story goes: I was staying at a hotel, and it was really nice there. One day, I was doing a little sightseeing and eventually I had to pee, because it was very hot so I had been drinking loads of water. Add to the mix my small bladder and you've got a bomb destined to blow. I was looking around for a public bathroom but couldn't find one. I couldn't ask anyone because I don't speak the language, and barely anyone there speaks english. So instead I decided that I would just have to wait until I got back to the hotel. Then I jumped on the first train back. I was almost at the final stop when I felt the first drops leak out. I flinched and sat completely still, afraid that any more would come out. When the train came to a halt, I quickly ran out of the train and started heading for the hotel. It was a 5 minute walk, so I kept believing that I would make it. When I finally reached the hotel, my undies were very damp. I was afraid to check if there was any visible patch on my pants, I just rushed to my room and fumbled with the key, as only being desperate can make you do. I made it inside, but as soon as I grabbed the handle on the door to the bathroom, I felt it starting come out. At that point, I didn't waste any time trying to get my clothes off, I just jumped straight into the bathtub and let it all loose. The relief was heavenly! When I was done I just filled the tub with water and slipped in for a relaxing bath. I hope you enjoy this little quick story. I might post more of my past experiences as I get around to writing them down!