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transgender male When and how did you decide to wet yourself for the first time?


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I suppose I should say hello first. So, hello! I'm Rex. Nonbinary but I put down trans male bc that's the closest to who I am. Recently realized that omo is a thing that is not bad and that I'm not the only one who likes it...so that's nice.

After lurking here for a few hours I got to wondering. When and how did you decide you wanted to try wetting yourself to see if you liked it? I primarily am wondering about experiences done on purpose (or by accident but with the intention...I don't know, words are hard).

Whenever I'd watch porn, especially recently, I'd find myself drawn to pissing/omorashi videos. I always had the urge to pee but I always made it to the bathroom, save for one time in college, because anything else would be gross.

Well... I tried wetting myself twice today and...I really like it. eep

The first time was when I woke up for work overnight. I watched some videos and eventually wet my undies a little bit in the shower. That felt really good.

But the second time was even better. I've been horny on and off all day - and holding it unintentionally for part of the day - so when I got home I browsed some here and watched more stuff on Twitter before I made it to the bathroom. I stopped my stream at what I *thought* was near the end when I felt naughty. Someone (probably someones) on here said their first experience was wetting their underwear over the toilet for less cleanup so I wanted to try that. Watching more videos helped me let go and boy am I glad I did. I had more pee left than I realized. Hearing some of the droplets escape my underwear into the toilet was something else. Even with wearing a pad it felt amazing. I then put on my shorts over my now-soaked underwear and wet myself some more. I'm getting excited just typing this out, whew! I finished by taking my second shower of the day - but not before emptying my bladder completely.

This feels extra naughty for two reasons. My partner doesn't know (and wouldn't find it arousing I don't think). And as we've been told peeing is dirty as is, never mind intentionally.

I'm excited to explore this kink more. I know my want to wet myself will probably go down after this first real week but right now I'm just enjoying the ride. I fucking love this.

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Well i was like 14 at the time. Maybe 15, somewhere in that area. I'd really just started into puberty, being a little late to the game, and was surfing through the net. Looking for new stroke material, as a horny teen guy was want to do. And some of the first stuff outside the more normal kinds i found was actually about girls wetting themselves on purpose. I got really excited and started looking into it quite often. Both guys and girls really. I always got really excited and after a few months it popped into my head, "what would it be like to do this myself?" Well after about 6 to 8 months of looking at it and beginning to wonder, i decided to try it. I made sure to drink a ton of fluids before going to bed and waited for my mom to nod off to sleep. All the while thinking about how i was going to do this. I decided to be simple about it and start small. So after waiting both till my mom was asleep for a while and i was bursting, i sat on the toilet in my usual sleep clothes of boxer briefs and a T-shirt and started wetting the underwear i "forgot" to pull down. And it just felt so good i couldn't help but enjoy it. Been hooked on doing it ever since.

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I think I was about 13 when I decided to deliberately wet my pants for the first time and I can't quite remember what led up to it. I had had an accident in class when I was about 7, and at some point in my early teens I wondered about what it would feel like to do it again and if any of my friends had done it ever. As a young teenager I used to enjoy reading my cousin's girly magazines (sugar and bliss) and there was a section about embarrassing moments which included a story about a boy wetting his pants and I was hooked on the idea.  I looked up a few other wetting stories on the internet and one day decided to leave my underpants on when sat on the toilet at home and pee through my underpants, which I could do and clean up quite easily (we lived in a large house with several bathrooms so I could do this easily without being discovered). When I was a bit older I used to swim in the sea on holiday a lot, and got really excited when other boys talked about peeing in their swimming trunks in the sea. I really got into peeing whenever I swam at the beach and then discovered it was even more exciting to do it in "real" underpants back home!

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Welcome, and thanks for sharing your experience. I loved reading it, your excitement really shines through!

 I had been interested in wetting for as long as I could remember but never dared to try it. Now I was in my early teens I think. I had my period, and I was lying in the bed in our summer house, when it suddenly hit me, that I could try wetting myself a little bit in my period pad. I could get away with it, I could just waste it afterwards! I decided that I should do it tomorrow in the bathroom. The weird urge struck me hard, and it got me so excited that I couldn´t go to sleep. I guess what I felt was sexual arousal, but I didn´t understand those intense feelings then (and I had no interests in sex yet).

So I tried it next day. I was in my underwear sitting on the toilet and started wetting my period pad. Of course it overflowed much faster than I thought, and my panties were soaked. I panicked, how was I gonna get rid of them? Well, the problem solved itself. I put the panties on the edge of the toilet seat, and they fell down when I flushed, so I accidentily flushed them down the toilet. That made me panic even more of course. What if my underwear would clog the pipes, how to explain that to my parents? I worried about this for a long time, and traumatized by this experience, combined with the shame I felt for wanting to do such a weird thing, it took me at least 10 years or so before I tried wetting myself again, and many more years until I started doing it regularly. Too bad, but I´m more than happy that I´m so shamelessly and frequently enjoying it now.

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My first deliberate wetting was when I was about thirteen. I woke up one morning feeling quite desperate for a pee but I could hear than someone was in the bathroom  so I lay in bed hoping that I could hold on. After about ten minutes I was so desperate that I pulled my pillow between my legs and rolled onto my front, squeezing myself rhythmically against it in my effort to hold on. Suddenly I felt a huge release and felt a wetness  beneath me. For an awful moment I thought that I had wet the bed and then I realised that the wetness was sticky and that I had just had my first awake orgasm (I had had previous "wet dreams" so I knew what the stickyness was). 

I did make it to the toilet without wetting myself but somehow that made a connection in my mind between peeing or  wetting and something that felt good. A few days later I was alone in the house for a few hours and when I needed to pee I began to wonder what it would feel like to actually wet myself. So I held on till the last minute like I had when i was in bed a few days before and then, when I couldn't hold on any more, I sat on the toilet and peed in my briefs. I remember that it felt absolutely amazing.  It felt so good that I started to do it regularly whenever I was alone in the house.

I was already very attracted to girls and it wasn't long before I realised that I was really turned on by the thought of a girl wetting herself. That became a frequent fantasy for me and then one day it occurred to me to imagine that I was a girl when I wet my briefs. That was even more amazing than before!  I couldn't know it at the time (this was the early 1960s) but I think this was the first sign of my gender fluidity. It eventually became the only way I wet myself. I managed to "acquire" some girl's knickers from a department store (don't ask how!) and I started to wear them whenever I could and to wet them regularly. I don't think I ever looked back!

So FTRexx, enjoy your wetting, Yes, gender does come into it for some us and peing/wetting is definitel NOT "dirty". In fact, fresh urine is sterile.

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On 5/5/2021 at 7:03 PM, FTRexx said:

After lurking here for a few hours I got to wondering. When and how did you decide you wanted to try wetting yourself to see if you liked it?

Oh damn, that's actually a pretty good question! I'm used to people asking "how did you get into omorashi" instead, and I don't like that phrasing nearly as much as this one. 

...it's been so long though .... hmmmm

The earliest one that I remember would have been in 7th grade, around the age of 13 or 14. I had tried putting on a /ton/ of pairs of underwear at once because it felt kinda good (not something I do anymore really, but I still find the idea cute >>). I was doing it for more general lewd purposes but I also happened to have to pee (that wasn't particularly planned... I think...), and at some point I decided to try to let out a little bit, and a little more, and a little more, until I had more or less wet myself. I was already into omorashi before this, even the name for it, and had been reading fanfiction and experiences online about it, but that was (I'm pretty sure) the first time that I'd ever actually wet myself on purpose. I would go on to try wettings in other sets of clothes in the following months, the original idea was fun, but left way too much laundry! Ahahah!

Thanks for posing the good question though!  Welcome to the community~   Enjoy your stay and have fun~ 

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I've posted this before, but here it is. 

For a while, my partner F and I talked about if we’d ever try holding past our limits. What we’d always do was just hold until it got to be too much, then use the restroom. The goal was never an accident, and neither of us had actually completely peed ourselves since childhood. Still, we’d found ourselves getting curious about how it would feel to literally not be able to hold it anymore and have a total loss of control.

One obstacle was that we knew there would be a huge mess. We both have pretty large capacities and take very, very long pees when we’ve been desperate. We knew this meant the shower would probably be the best place to do it to minimize the mess, but one thing we really wanted was to be cuddling each other while we lost it. To do that, we’d have to be in bed, but obviously that was going to require a lot of protection.

I never wet the bed as a child, but F did for a bit, so he knew there were covers that could be used to protect the bed from damage. We ended up getting a few in order to layer them since we didn’t think one would be nearly enough for both of us. And when the time came, I put some towels down on top of all that, just to be safe.

I felt both excited and apprehensive when the day came that we’d agreed to try this. I didn’t know if I’d like this, it might just end up feeling gross. And, what if instead of peeing myself when I went past my limit, I just locked up and hurt myself? I know there have been numerous occasions where I’ve been so full that I probably should have wet myself, but the mental block was so strong it overrode that and I just did damage instead. That’s what the pain in my back I get whenever I’ve held it too long is telling me.

But, I knew that if it turned out I couldn’t actually wet myself and I started to feel pain, F would let me up to use the restroom instead. It would be okay. And if we didn’t like this, we wouldn’t ever have to do it again. This was just to experiment, after all.

Beforehand, we did the same thing we do to prepare for a holding game. We didn’t pee after we’d woken up, and we drank a bunch of water. Except, this time instead of just one jug of water, we did two, making sure to pace ourselves a bit more on the second one to avoid just getting sick. Once we were starting to feel a need, we got into the protected bed and cuddled together watching TV, but not really watching. I was too focused on what was going to happen, and I’m sure he was, too.

Drinking two jugs instead of one definitely made us get desperate faster. It wasn’t long before we were both squirming. My bladder felt super swollen after only one show, when usually it takes a bit longer than that. F rubbed his hand over it every so often, asking if I needed anything. I started to laugh, saying I had to pee really, really bad already. He agreed, he felt the same way. But, otherwise, he was so comfortable he didn’t think there was any reason we should get up. I nodded.

We started to tease each other some more, F kept pressing on my firm, round bladder. I got out my phone and showed him images of urinals and toilets. (One of my favorite ways to tease F when he’s desperate is to tell him to think of urinals.) This was maybe not the best idea because the images were having an effect on me as well. I started to wish the facilities in the photos were in front of me right then so I could use them. F kept pressing in that spot that always makes my bladder convulse like crazy, and eventually I squirmed away from his touches to jab a hand into his middle myself. He winced at that, and we went back to just holding each other and tried to focus on the show.

I wanted to hold myself, but F was holding my arms in such a way that I couldn’t reach down and do that, so I had to just squeeze my thighs together to try and keep my opening closed. He knew what I was trying to do and started to almost taunt me. “Do you need your hands for something?” he kept asking. “Is there something you are wanting to grab?”

Every time I would nod and say I needed to hold myself. He just said that I didn’t really need to, I just wanted to. He’d know when I actually needed something, and I definitely didn’t need to hold myself. I kept insisting I did need to, because it was going to come out otherwise. He pointed out that I wasn’t peeing yet, so I must not have actually needed to go that badly. As much as I longed to hold myself and take some of the edge off, his words and denials were turning me on so much that I wanted him to keep teasing me even more than I wanted to hold myself.

Eventually, he did let go of my arms, and I used one hand to clutch myself and the other to rub his bladder. The skin there was stretched taut and everything beneath it felt much firmer than usual. He twitched his hips and writhed beneath my touches.

I pressed down on him harder, which was enough to make him yelp out-loud. I pretended to be confused, “I thought you liked when I touched you?” I said. He said he did like it, just please, please not there right now. I pretended to be more confused, “What’s wrong with touching you here?” I asked, pressing down on him again. “Is there something here that is making you uncomfortable?” He nodded rapidly at me, trying to grab himself with his hands.

I asked what could possibly be causing him so much discomfort as I rubbed his bladder even more. He whimpered that he needed the toilet, and I shook my head at him and told him he was probably just imagining things. He should just watch the end of the show and then we could discuss if he actually needed to go. Truthfully, neither of us even knew what show was on anymore, we were too focused on holding in our own bladders and watching the other getting frantic.

Once F had gotten a handle on things enough he didn’t have to hold himself anymore, he put his arms around me and held me close. Again, he was holding me in a way that prevented me from gripping myself, which made me start to dribble a bit into my boxers.

We both held out for a very long time, but those two big jugs were stretching us really far really fast. I kept feeling like I was surely going to pee any second, but somehow kept holding on. It went on like this for a bit, until we started to discuss if maybe our bodies weren’t going to let us have a real accident. My need had been stagnant for a while, so I suggested we drink a little more and give it a bit more time, and if still nothing happened we could give up.

The problem then was that I had to get out of bed, walk to the kitchen, and fill a jug at the sink. Even if I hadn’t felt any increase in my urge while I was laying there, when I stood up I suddenly felt like it was all about to rush out in a massive wave. I gripped myself tight for a few seconds before hobbling to the kitchen, practically doubled over. The sink surrendered the water, and the sound of it filling the jug caused a loud, long spurt to leak from me. I held myself even tighter. The goal was to pee in bed with F while he held me, not to have an accident all over the kitchen floor. I returned with the jug and we each drank about half, then settled back in.

Soon, I was leaking pretty steadily, but I kept clamping back up and holding the rest. The small dribbles that continually leaked from my tip were just tiny drops in the massive ocean I was holding back. Even if I was releasing some of the burden, it only made me feel like I had to go more. F was again holding my arms in a way that kept me from clutching myself, but I kept trying, pretty much involuntarily, as each new wave of pressure collided into my bladder. I don’t think I’d ever been this desperate during one of our games before. F always lets me go long before I’m in this state. I couldn’t really breathe, it felt like every bit of my body was filled with liquid and there couldn’t have possibly been any more space left anywhere.

I was trying not to squirm anymore. I’d managed to contort my legs in such a way that they seemed to be doing a good job of holding things at bay. The occasional jiggling I couldn’t stop was just irritating my bladder and making it harder to hold in instead of easier. I was so clenched up it was like every muscle in my body was knotted.

Then, I suddenly heard a strange noise. It took me several seconds to realize what was happening, but I was peeing. Full-force, too. My bladder still felt rock hard and full beyond belief. If it weren’t for the feeling of warmth pooling around my crotch and thighs and the loud sound of it hissing into my boxers and the towels and coverings beneath me, I wouldn’t have noticed I had started going.

For a few seconds after that, I tried to reign my control back in instinctively, but control was long-gone, my bladder was too exhausted, too full, it wasn’t going to listen to anything I tried to say anymore. It was going to empty no matter where I was. I really, flat-out, just couldn’t hold it any longer.

It felt very weird at first, to have zero control over what my body was doing, and to suddenly feel so much warm wetness all around me while knowing exactly where it was coming from. It was honestly a bit shocking. I actually said out-loud, “Oh, oh, I’m peeing!” because I was so surprised I could actually lose control of myself so totally.

But, after a few more seconds of my pee forcefully draining away without my full consent, it started to feel good. My swollen bladder was slowly deflating back to its proper size, I didn’t have to try to fight to keep anything in anymore, I could just let it flow. So I did.

I just peed and peed and peed. I exhaled a bit and started to draw my eyes closed, I felt F rubbing my back, a little jerkily since he was still holding on. “That’s okay,” he said. “That was just too much, right? Let it all out now…” His words made me feel good. Even though my basic understanding of right and wrong were telling me I should not be peeing like this, and I definitely shouldn’t be liking it, him encouraging me silenced that little voice. As I continued flooding my boxers, F’s soothing words turned into a moan about how loudly my pee was hissing and the effect the noise was having on his own bladder.

Before I could mumble an apology, I heard a very forceful jet of urine spray from him, followed by a groan of relief.  “Ahhhhh… Finally…”

After I was pretty sure that I was empty, I turned myself about a bit so I could hold F as he kept going and going. I stroked his back like he’d done for me. “Oh, poor F, you had to go so bad, didn’t you?” I said. “It’s alright, you have too much in you, just let it come out now. You don’t have to try to keep it in.” I hoped this feeling wasn’t too gross to him.

I had decided I liked this, just not as much as I enjoyed the feeling of barely making it. It was weirdly relaxing for some reason, I guess because of the warmth and the sensation of all that tension going away. I’d been worried the smell would end up being bothersome to me, but I guess since I’d been so hydrated that meant the odor wasn’t very strong. I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but if F didn’t like it, that was fine too. He seemed to like it though, his expression was very relaxed, and he appeared very at ease. He shivered against me as he finished, and I thought it was really cute how he gets pee-shivers even when having an accident.

We lay there for a few minutes afterwards before discussing how it was. He said he’d never felt that out of control before, and it was kind of exciting. So, he wouldn’t mind doing it again, either. Probably not that often though, it wouldn’t be very good health-wise to repeatedly push our bodies past their limits too frequently. We inspected the bed, and were both relieved when we found the towels and covers had saved it from any damage. In spite of us both just releasing what felt like gallons of liquid, the sheets and comforter were perfectly dry. The towels definitely needed a very thorough wash, though, they looked like they’d just gone through a massive hurricane or something.

The liquid in my boxers was starting to cool, and that felt a little weird as well. I’ve had a lot of substantial leaks when I’ve been desperate before, and there was usually a little bit of a clammy feeling after that cooled off, but this was different. This time I’d released the entirety of my very, very full bladder and I was thoroughly soaked through. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, but I don’t think I’d want to stay that way for very long. So, we ended up showering together as part of the clean-up process, which was pretty fun.

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First time I wet myself at all I was 20 and living in the freshman dorms at college. My friend who had introduced me to the fetish suggested I try peeing in the shower since I'd always had dreams of peeing down the shower drain, long before I knew I was into it sexually. She said if I filled up a bit before trying to go, it would make it easier, so I drank some water and waited until I felt it in my bladder. It wasn't much iirc, but it was enough. I took my clothes off and got in the shower, turned the water on, and waited. I washed my hair and took an overall "regular" shower, then tried to relax my muscles. I remember it took a while the first time because it felt so strange and my body was trying to hold it in since the shower is the "wrong" place to go, but eventually it came out. Not all of it, though! I had to finish on the toilet the first few times before I could convince my bladder to just let everything out in the tub. 

The first time I wet myself in clothes was maybe 2 years later; I was home alone during summer vacation and I had an old pair of jeans I wanted to piss in before throwing them out, so I drank about 3 or 4 glasses of water, waited until I was bursting, then got in the tub and let go. I realized too late I was still wearing my underwear so I had to throw them out as well, but the feeling was so incredible, all that warm liquid running down my legs and over my feet, beneath the tight material of my jeans. I haven't been able to do it since as I don't know how to clean pee out of clothes and I'm too nervous to try it with stuff I intend to wear again, plus I haven't been home alone long enough since then, but I'll get back to it soon, hopefully! 

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I was about five, playing in the garden, and decided to see what it was like, so I let a little squirt out. A little pee trickled from one leg of my shorts, but it did no visible damage. I didn't try it again until I was about nine, though I had previously persuaded a little girl friend to do it. I didn't do any full wettings until I was in my teens and found ways of hiding the clothes. Since then I've never looked back!

 

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My first on purpose wetting was when was in my mid 20s as had spent few years thinking back on some bedwetting accidents from couple of years before and wanted to recreate them as close as possible, only this time I would be awake to experience the actual feel of the peeing part. So I taped a lot of plastic bags together and lay them under the sheet. Then was a case of laying sheet on top and making self desperate enough to go while lying down. That first time was hard as kept getting too excited with anticipation but eventually managed to get in place where could let go. And yes it turned out I did enjoy this experiment and on a higher level than I thought I would. Just felt so nice, can't think of any other reason to explain it though wish I could! Since then have developed a greater love of peeing myself out of bed too sometimes and enjoying the desperation beforehand, which is how i ended up here 🙂 

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When I was a little kid I used to wet myself constantly (90% on purpose, 10% accidental) but I stopped doing it when I was like 9 and entered 4th grade.  When I hit puberty I used to go in the shower and lay on my back and pee and have all of it land on my body (giving myself a golden shower).  After some time doing this I decided to to pee while wearing a pair of briefs and that was bliss.  It felt amazing and after that day I have only peed myself while wearing clothing (briefs, boxer briefs, trunks, swimming trunks and panties)

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As you probably well know you're definitely not the only one who's really into engaging in wetting yourself.

I can't remember my first time cause it was a long time ago when I was really young. I was probably just having some "wam" fun, probably about to shower in an outfit, and wet myself before the shower, because I was going to get a lot wetter anyway and I would also think about it often. It started as a part of my wam interest but as the "dirtier" side of it that's what became a fetish.

I stopped doing it for a while around my teen years, but when I started to a.) Get more time to myself, and b.) Learn that this fetish had a name and apparently others loved to do this as well (I was about 20 at the time), I got back into it.

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When I was a kid my little cousin who was two years younger than me had a full-blown wetting accident sitting on her bedroom floor right next to me while we were playing video games. I was sitting so close to her I had to get up and move to avoid the puddle she was making under her, and I witnessed the whole thing from start to finish because I was too shocked to look away. I could see, hear, and even smell it as I stood there watching it happen.

I remember feeling oddly fascinated by what she'd done, and I kept thinking about it for weeks after. My cousin hadn't enjoyed the experience, and it truly was an accident, but I couldn't help but wonder what it had felt like.

Finally, weeks later, I had time alone in the house, and decided I wanted to try it myself.

My cousin had wet herself on her bedroom carpet, which was less than ideal of course, so I decided to roll up a thick towel and sat on it on my bedroom floor while watching TV in a pair of pajama shorts. Eventually I needed to go a decent amount, not desperate enough to approach the same loss of control my cousin had, but enough to realize I'd better go pee soon. I sat for a second, concentrating, and a mix of nervous and excited, then began to let it out.

It took me forever to actually start going, and all I could manage at first was was some small trickles. I finally lifted my butt up off the floor a bit, to get a little leverage, and immediately started going with a regular stream. I peed for a ten seconds or so, and although I was a little disappointed that my pee wasn't making the same hissing noise or pouring out like my cousin's desperate release, it still absolutely wonderful as it flooded my crotch, thighs, and bottom.

The towel miraculously contained everything, and the rest is kind of history.

 

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I was about 10/11, and had been wanting to do so for a while, i'd begun to explore and develop a fetish for crossdressing in my sisters clothes, i don't remember why i just decided one day i wanted to wear them and so i did and never looked back. The first time i decided to wet i was very nervous, sat on the loo in her underwear and it didn't come naturally at all to pee while dressed it's quite surprising how ingrained the muscle memory and training is to get over the not peeing whilst dressed stage. I started forcing out little bits at a time but it took forever, so it was quite exhausting but eventually got a good soaking.

I then had to wash them and hide them in my room to dry them out, that was always a problem, lost several pairs of her underwear to mold, i used to have to hide them wrapped in lots of tissue and in a bag, plastic bags breed mold and anyway it took several more attempts and a few years before i was finally able to comfortably pee myself at will without having to force it out, so much easier if i was totally bursting and let it happen naturally

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I was 15 or 16. My parents used to run a little store so usually after school I’d have plenty of time. I’d always read about how it felt running down your legs and the warmth from it. Well, I’d done a few big holds but always caved and peed when I feel like a little was going to escape out.

Well, I decided to do a hold and get myself to that point but pee my pants in the shower. I started drinking on the bus ride home so hopefully by the time I was home, I’d be bursting. Well, the plan mostly worked. I really needed to go but it wasn’t anywhere near a leak. But I didn’t feel like waiting. So I just hopped in the shower and soaked my jeans. It felt so amazing. I stood there for a few minutes enjoying it before I showered off and did laundry. I’ve been hooked every since.

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