PrincessEsther 272 Posted February 14, 2018 Popular Post Share Posted February 14, 2018 (edited) 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. Edited February 14, 2018 by Snuggle-Butt (see edit history) Axis, CarmenCD, SecretPerson and 7 others 8 2 Quote Link to comment
Dunney 475 Posted February 15, 2018 Share Posted February 15, 2018 A nice story. I've only ever met one transexual and we had a good workplace relationship. The first time I saw her, the hormones hadn't finished the transformation and there was still some facial hair in one or two places. That required a double-take, but I said nothing and I think she appreciated that. She said nothing either. Quote Link to comment
PrincessEsther 272 Posted February 15, 2018 Author Share Posted February 15, 2018 Oh yeah, hormones can take forever. Years even. I’m like just under 5 months in and I look I guess presentable, but some people need like 5 years. On top of that, hormones don’t actually stop facial hair from growing. Trans women have to find their own way to stop that. Or hide it. But im glad you enjoyed each others company for however long that was you worked together. There’s a lot of unfounded hatred out there. Quote Link to comment
Elbs 7 Posted February 15, 2018 Share Posted February 15, 2018 I'm glad you got gendered correctly. I know from my trans friends that public bathrooms can be super stressful when you aren't sure if you pass. Quote Link to comment
CarmenCD 1,363 Posted February 15, 2018 Share Posted February 15, 2018 I know how you feel when you're going to the ladies room. I'm also always a bit scared when I use it fully dressed in female clothes. I think people address us as they would speak to a women, because it is polite to do so. I can't hide it I'm a man even when wearing makeup and female clothes, but random people mostly still address me as a women when encounter with me. clrmx 1 Quote Link to comment
clrmx 5 Posted February 16, 2018 Share Posted February 16, 2018 love this story. sounds like yr doing pretty good for only 5 months on e! im 9 months in myself and not a single "ma'am" in sight for me. happy to see some transfemme representation on here anyways :) PrincessEsther 1 Quote Link to comment
Dunney 475 Posted February 16, 2018 Share Posted February 16, 2018 23 hours ago, Snuggle-Butt said: But im glad you enjoyed each others company for however long that was you worked together. There’s a lot of unfounded hatred out there. It was about 8 years. We worked in different departments of a large company, so although we saw each other often, we didn't interact much. She had no hesitation in dealing with me when necessary, nor I with her. Quote Link to comment
PrincessEsther 272 Posted February 16, 2018 Author Share Posted February 16, 2018 4 hours ago, Dunney said: It was about 8 years. We worked in different departments of a large company, so although we saw each other often, we didn't interact much. She had no hesitation in dealing with me when necessary, nor I with her. Ohhhh. Sorry. I misunderstood. Quote Link to comment
blasseroz 115 Posted February 16, 2018 Share Posted February 16, 2018 Maybe not relevant here, but I recall playing a gig at an event called Jan's Dance which was an all-in for what we now call the LGBTQI (I think) community. I was busting to leak, but when I went to the Gents I had my first trans-sexual encounter. I was so self-conscious that I completely failed to let go and held for the rest of the show (my first long hold). This was in the '70's and I was not educated well enough to understand my own feelings, let alone those of others. My band was also hired for a night to do a show for Le Girls (a transvestite entertainment troup) at a working-man's club, but I had a better understanding of gender expression by then, and thoroughly enjoyed watching the confusion of the men (who thought that they had a hot date for the night) when their 'date' became their entertainment. Quote Link to comment
hubertheiser 156 Posted February 18, 2018 Share Posted February 18, 2018 Thanks for sharing your amazing story. It's always good to see things work out. May the force be with you! Quote Link to comment
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