<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167</id><updated>2026-10-18T23:40:26.129-07:00</updated><category term="news"/><title type='text'>Pee my Pants</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to relieve yourself. Come and share your stories of when you peed your pants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-2300609700575070657</id><published>2017-04-17T21:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-17T21:35:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee my Pants story 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I was in class once and really needed to go. Bearing in mind there was 50 mins left of a 2 hour lesson, I just couldn&#39;t hold it. My teacher wouldn&#39;t let me go, even when I said I would get my parents involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The teacher asked me to come to the front of the class and I did so, desperately trying to hold on for 30 more mins. Then it happened. I peed in front of the class. Everyone could see the patch running down my legs. Everyone laughed and the teacher personally took me to the nurses office. My girlfriend is home-schooled and I texted her asking her to bring some jeans. She did as I asked but I didn&#39;t have spare pants. She did and MY TEACHER asked MY GIRLFRIEND if I could BORROW HER SPARE PANTIES. She was so embarrassed but agreed to it. There I was, a 15 year-old boy in GIRLS PANTIES. As I was taking the jeans the bell rang and ALL of my classmates looked at me. It was horrific. I actually transferred schools.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/2300609700575070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4464590305193371167/2300609700575070657?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/2300609700575070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/2300609700575070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/2017/04/pee-my-pants-story-28-i-was-in-class.html' title='Pee my Pants story 28'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-3629066653153098599</id><published>2017-03-07T20:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2017-03-07T20:30:43.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee my Pants Story 27</title><content type='html'>This story is from a comment in story 23. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;freesans&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m 16 too and I was at the park with my little cousin Gina and my mom about a week ago. Gina is 4 and I was playing with her most of the time, but I had to go to the bathroom really bad. I finally told my mother how bad I had to go and she said we should go home then. Gina&#39;s shoe was untied so she came to me and stuck her foot between mine and asked me to tie her shoe, so I squatted and tied her shoelace but when I squatted it made me start to pee. I didn&#39;t mean to but I felt it coming out and couldn&#39;t do anything to stop it. Gina ran off but I just sat on the grass looking really embarrassed and pulling my shirt down over my shorts trying to hide it, but my mom saw me doing that and gasped, covering her mouth. She said,&quot;oh my god...did you just have an accident?&#39; I giggled, but I was so embarrassed. My mom laughed and said it should be Gina wetting her pants, not me. I sat there for a couple of minutes and couldn&#39;t believe I just peed in my pants. My mom finally said,&quot;let&#39;s go home so you can change your shorts,&quot; so I stood up and we walked home.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/3629066653153098599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4464590305193371167/3629066653153098599?isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/3629066653153098599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/3629066653153098599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/2017/03/this-story-is-from-comment-in-story-23.html' title='Pee my Pants Story 27'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-5415762285328468593</id><published>2013-08-12T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-03-07T20:31:08.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee my Pants Story 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I&#39;m always peeing in my panties. Sometimes I just have to go
and can&#39;t help it. Most times, it&#39;s on purpose. I get a real kick out of
pretending that I really can&#39;t hold it any longer, and peeing enough to get a
reaction from folks watching me. I did that the other night at the bus depot on
the way home from work. At first, I was just standing out there with my legs
crossed, holding myself. Then I started doing the peepee dance. After about 10
minutes, I started letting a little bit run out. I pretended to be upset and
embarrassed as I let out a little more, wetting myself down to my shoes. Then,
I just forced the rest out, to make sure there was a puddle on the ground, and
pretended to cry. Everyone was whispering about how I was &#39;wetting my pants.&#39;
Then I ran off. I waited for the next bus, and got on with soaked pants.
Everyone was whispering now, wondering if I had peed my pants. My jeans were
dark, so most really couldn&#39;t tell. That&#39;s always the fun part of it. Wondering
what folks are whispering about you when you pee on yourself in public.
&quot;She looks like she peed on herself.&quot; I got on the bus, holding
myself, like I still needed to go. I sat there rocking and squirming until I
got to my stop. Then I peed on the seat and the floor, leaving no doubt. This
one old lady told her friend, &quot;She&#39;s peeing her pants.&quot; Everyone was
looking at me when I got off the bus. So, I held myself, and crossed my legs.
Peeing my pants makes me hot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Comment from Story 9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The very first time I wet my pants as an adult, I was
totally humiliated. Even though no one was around, I just couldn&#39;t hold it any
longer. I was stuck in traffic, in my car, driving home from work. I wiggled
and squirmed all I could to hold it. Soon, the more I wiggled, the more I
leaked. Finally, I just peed all over myself. By the time I got home, it was
obvious I had really wet my pants. I was 28 years old, too. And, peeing my
pants. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, I&#39;m considerably older, and have &#39;accidents&#39; all the
time. When I feel that first urge to go, I have to go right away, or I&#39;ll pee
on myself. And, I get that urge almost every two hours like clockwork. The
other day in Macy&#39;s I got that urge, and wet my pants all the way to the lady&#39;s
room. Last Thursday, I even peed my pants at work. I work at a call center, and
got stuck on a very long call. By the time I said good bye to the caller, I had
wet all over myself. There was a puddle on the carpet under my very wet chair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On long car trips, my husband insists I wear Depends, just
to keep from having to stop every two hours. Otherwise, we have to stop just so
I don&#39;t wet my pants in the car. For him, it&#39;s kind of a turn on. Sometimes, I
even get a little spanking for not being a big girl when I pee in my pants.
Which I kind of like. Sometimes, while getting my &#39;spanking&#39; I&#39;ll pee my
panties just a little bit, to get spanked just a little more before sex. Still,
most of the time, I wet my pants out of just not being able to contain it any
longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I pee my pants so often now, until I am no longer even
embarrassed about it when it happens. It&#39;s just another fact of life. When I
have to go, I just have to go, or I will wet my pants. I guess I&#39;m really not a
big girl. After all, big girls don&#39;t pee in their pants beds as often as I do.
I pee in my pants at least once or twice a day, and pee the bed four or five
nights a week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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One time while I was at school last year I had to pee REALLY
badly. No teachers would let me go cuz it was testing day. When we were done
with the test we could have quiet free time and everyone was done and was
paying attention to me since I had to pee so badly and everyone knew. My
friends though it would be funny to tickle me and push my bladder. Some people
were recording just in case and. We played truth or date and of course I always
picked dare and my dares were things like drink water push your bladder and try
not to pee. It was my turn and I had to stand up In the middle of the circle we
were in. (by the way people were still recording.) Before I was even dares I
lost control and everyone was laughing and freaking out. It soaked thought
pants and made a puddle on the ground. I still wasn&#39;t even allowed to leave
class to change. Class ended and I had to stay late in the next class to clean
up the puddle I made and worst of all my crush was in that class and I was
still in my soaked pee pants so everyone knew I peed my pants inclusive crush.
Everyone saw the videos and I had to stay in the same pants all day and the
while school knew. Now whenever my crush sees me he calls me lady puddle pants.
It was so embarrassing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, so this happened only a few days ago. I left the house
with my boyfriend to go shopping and I felt totally fine. The store was really
crowded they day and I just wanted to get done. While we were getting my
diapers (yes I wear diapers and I’m 15 please don&#39;t laugh) I felt a sudden urge
to pee but it wasn&#39;t that bad but I had run out of diapers so I was a bit
worried about not having one on so I let my boyfriend continue while I went to
the bathroom. The only bathroom they had wasn&#39;t working and my urge was growing.
Fast. When I got bake to Jake (my boyfriend) I was dancing really bad and
everyone was staring. We went up to the front of the store to pay and we
walking down the middle of the walkway and I couldn&#39;t hold it anymore. I
totally wet my pant and everyone saw. Even people from school. &amp;nbsp;And they all saw the diapers too cause we
didn&#39;t have a cart and I was holding them. Everyone was staring and laughing
and pointing. It was sooo embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/8676261108409775659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4464590305193371167/8676261108409775659?isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/8676261108409775659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/8676261108409775659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/2013/08/pee-my-pants-story-23.html' title='Pee my Pants Story 23'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-1022693703597000505</id><published>2013-07-29T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-03-07T20:32:35.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee my Pants Story 22</title><content type='html'>I peed in my pants kind of on purpose when I was 14. This was a long time ago, early 1980&#39;s. My two younger half-siblings (from my mom&#39;s second marriage) and I went to stay at out grandma&#39;s house for 3 weeks in the summer. She lived in another State, and we mostly only saw her when she came to visit us before. I had visited her house when I was younger but my two sisters, Lisa and Amy who were 4 and 6, hadn&#39;t. Most of the activities seemed to be geared toward the younger kids, but my grandma didn&#39;t really see much difference, even though I was 8 years older than Amy. So I was expected to hang around and play with the younger kids much of the time, and did a lot of coloring in books, played with Tinker Toys, and Barrel of Monkeys, and other games and toys. The girls were still at the age where accidents could be expected and understandable, and Lisa wet her pants within two hours of the first day of our visit. She went and told our grandma, who patiently took her to change, and sent her back outside, but I guess in order to prevent another accident, she went to Amy and asked if she needed to go potty. Amy did and as she stood up my grandma quickly checked to see if she was already wet. She wasn&#39;t, but then my grandma turned to me as I sat on the lawn and asked if I needed to go. It just so happened that I did, so my grandma took us both by the hand and started to lead us into the house. To my surprise, she also felt my bottom to see if I was wet. I was 14 remember, but I guess it didn&#39;t matter as far as my grandma was concerned. This sort of thing happened again when Lisa had another accident later in the day. By the third day of our visit, I had been led to the potty and had my shorts checked several times. I couldn&#39;t understand why my grandma would think I might wet my pants. Finally Lisa was playing and once again had wet her pants. I saw her do it, but my grandma didn&#39;t right away. I was on my own, playing with something, though I don&#39;t recall what, but I also had to go, and it was pretty bad by then. I&#39;m sure I was probably squirming a bit. After seeing Lisa wet for the third or fourth time, and knowing that my grandma would probably come and check my shorts anyway, I had a weird thought about just going in my pants too. I hadn&#39;t for a long time, but since it seemed that my grandma sort of expected that I still might, and since I was already playing with little kid toys and such, I just started to go. Once it started to come out and  I felt the wet warmth of it, it startled me a bit, and suddenly I got scared because I was really peeing in my pants. I suddenly worried that I&#39;d get in trouble because I was so much older. 14 year olds just don&#39;t do this. Somehow my grandma knew almost right away what had happened. I&#39;m not sure what I was doing that gave it away but she came over to me, with Lisa already holding her hand and said &quot;uh oh, I think you had an accident too.&quot; I was soaking wet and really couldn&#39;t hide it, especially when she made me stand up and pee ran down my legs and the front of my shorts were wet. To my surprise, she didn&#39;t get angry or even act as though a 14 year old wetting his pants was abnormal. She just led us both, two children ten years apart in age, into the house to change our clothes, and sent us back outside to play some more. To my grandma, it apparently didn&#39;t matter if you were 4 or 14, you were just as likely to have an accident. Given that I think I did it at least a couple more times before we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;I peed my pants quite a bit as a kid, and as a teen, and even still sometimes now and I&#39;m 21. One that I remember quite well was from back when I was 13 during the school year. I had held all day at school because I have never liked using school bathrooms. Anyway me and my best friend Katy we walking home from school and chatting away, and went to my house because my parents worked late so we had the house to ourselves. we were singing and dancing to some song, and then I fell down. You know how when you&#39;re a kid and something funny happened...its REALLY funny! well we laughed and laughed and luckily for me, since it hurt when I fell, I didn&#39;t laugh as hard, but I still peed a little in my pants. It wasn&#39;t much, just enough to make a wet spot on my jeans, but Katy who was standing over me laughing couldn&#39;t hold it. I laughed and almost lost it again as I watched her pee run down her legs and make a big puddle underneath her. After we finally stopped laughing, we cleaned up and she borrowed some pants since she didn&#39;t want to go home yet. I kept laughing and joking about her peeing and she kept saying &quot;i&#39;m gonna make you pee too!&quot; the she chased me around the house.I ran out into the back yard to get away, laughing the whole time. I stopped when I got to the creek that ran through our back yard because I was laughing too hard to try and cross. Katy caught up to me and grabbed me &quot;you&#39;re gonna peeeeeeeee!&quot; she giggled and then started pushing on my stomach. It was too much, and I started peeing my pants. We both cracked up as my warm pee ran down my legs and soaked my jeans. Just when we thought it couldn&#39;t be any funnier, I slipped and we both fell butt first into the creek. It was deep enough to go all the way under the water, and once we sat up we were still in water up to our tummies...and the laughing continued. We climbed out and went inside to dry off and she went home, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt; one of our funnier little &quot;accidents&#39; together. not that long ago we had another wet day together...but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt; another story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b id=&quot;internal-source-marker_0.4825415192171931&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;When it was my turn with the cashier she started asking me some questions but I said nothing, squinted my eyes in hoping I will not wet myself any more, Then she looked at me and asked if I was okay. I quickly said yes I&#39;m fine. As soon as she begin to ringing up my items. I realized I couldn&#39;t hold back any longer so i stop fighting it and started peeing in my pants. I can feel all my warm pee pouring down my legs. while I was peeing. the cashier finished scanning and backing up my things. by the time she had my total ready and I was done peeing myself I was in a big panic I quickly handed her my money. I just wanted to leave the store. before anyone saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;When the cashier was handing me back some change I was so nervous I drop the coins onto the floor. when I looked down I saw a big yellow puddle around my shoes. The old lady behind me told me that I drop something. then she bent down to pick it up I did not wait around I grab my bags and begin to walk away. just before I walked out the door I turned around to see the old lady pointing and the cashier was look down at the puddle of pee I just made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;I got into my car and drive to the other end of the parking lot. I hopped out and grab a pair of extra jeans out of the trunk got back inside and frantically start taking off my shoes and wet socks I then pulled off my wet pants and realized how badly I peed myself ( I&#39;m not saying how drenched my underwear was .( because I don&#39;t wear any ) I grab the dry pants and put them on. got back to work just in time to cut the lock on my toolbox then clock back in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ohhh&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;my brother once did that. We
were on our way home from going to France on the ferry. I really had to pee, so
I asked my Dad if we could stop. We stopped at several place and found no
bathroom. Then I begged a guy at a petrol station and he let me go in but my
brother rushed in before me and decided it was time for him to do a&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;pooo. He took ages so I
stood&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;BURSTING and I just let a bit go to make it&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;easier,&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;but the whole thing came out. I had to
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;To pee or not to pee in public?
That’s a hot debate among potty-training parents. Some say it’s no big deal for
a small child to do an occasional “nature pee,” while others think public
pottying should be a crime.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;In some places it is. Philadelphia mom Caroline Robboy recently
got slapped with a ticket – and a lecture on bad parenting – when she let her
2-year-old son pee in public. She and her three children went out to dinner at
a Johnny Rockets, then visited a nearby clothing shop, where her 2-year old son
announced he had to go. Robboy told NBC News the store wouldn’t allow them to
use the restroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;They headed back to the restaurant, but little Nathaniel just
couldn’t hold it. “I told him to go over to a grassy patch and make pee,”
Robboy told NBCPhiladelphia.com. The next thing she knew, a police officer was
giving her a $50 ticket for public urination — and a lecture about how she
could be allowing a potential “pervert” to get a look at her son’s private
parts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Robboy says she’ll fight the ticket. A police spokesperson told
NBCPhiladelphia.com that the department is looking into the matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;When your little one has gotta go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;The story has some parents scratching their heads about just where
little kids can and can’t pee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Potty training rarely happens without a few emergencies. But
public urination is a crime in many areas, regardless of age, and local laws
can vary by jurisdiction. In some places, like Philadelphia, it’s a ticket,
while in others it’s a misdemeanor charge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Shouldn’t we cut 2-year olds a little slack here? It’s not like
we’re taking about little kids defecating all over the place. Scientifically
speaking, urine is relatively clean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Mallory May, the mother of two little boys and a jewelry designer
in Manhattan and Sag Harbor, says her 3-year old will son will drop his drawers
just about anywhere outdoors. When he peed on some seaweed at the beach the
other day, May was conflicted about what to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;“I certainly don’t want to discourage his potty training process,”
she explains. “But there is a certain decorum that we aren’t living up to in my
mind when we pee anywhere in public, at any age.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Anh-Van Nguyen, a New York City mother, said there are worse
things than peeing on the bushes. She once saw a child take off her underwear
and pee in the middle of the playground. “Other barefoot kids ran all over it,”
she says. “It was disgusting. If you’re not potty-trained, I think you should
take a minute and find a more proper place — a tree or bush would have been
more appropriate.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;And while boys and girls both pee in public, Stephanie Sulzbach, a
Connecticut mom of two boys, thinks boys pay attention to their male role
models. “[My husband] will pick peeing outside any day over using a toilet.
He’s convinced that this is why men are ‘plumbed’ the way they are… We live in
a rural area, so going outside really isn’t a big deal.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;It’s true, this debate has a rural/urban divide. Allowing your
child to pee in your own backyard or in a field is different from them pulling
their pants down on Madison Avenue (which one parent told TODAY Moms she did
witness, and is still traumatized by).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;But as&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.juliebuxbaum.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;&quot;&gt;Julie Buxbaum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,
mother of a 2-year-old girl and the author of the novels “The Opposite of Love”
and “After You,” points out, dogs urinate all over cities (and the suburbs)
every day and nobody thinks twice about it. “When [kids] have to go, they have
to go. My thinking: if dogs are allowed to pee [on] trees, why can’t kids?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;She says more clean public toilets
could save us all a lot of potty angst. She’d love to be able to take her
daughter to public restrooms in parks and playgrounds, but after living in
London, New York, and now Los Angeles, she says public toilets are mostly too
gross to visit with a toddler.Of course, letting a child pee in public means
you risk judgment from people who don’t yet have kids. Ashley Jacobs, social
media manger for a&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wisebread.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;&quot;&gt;personal
finance blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, says she’ll never let her toddlers pee in the grass
when she has children. She doesn’t want them confused about appropriate
behavior in public. “I’d be worried,” she says. “If I let them do it once, they
would think it’s OK to do it all the time.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Parents in other countries have
been letting toddlers pee in public for generations, and diapers are&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-505125_162-51379838/how-pg-brought-the-diaper-revolution-to-china&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;&quot;&gt;only starting to become more popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in China.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;In fact, Chinese toilet training
often involves wearing special pants, called&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;kaidangku&lt;/i&gt;,
that are split open in the crotch area, so small children can squat and pee
whenever they have to, right there in the open.&amp;nbsp;Lauren Apfel, an American
mom living in Glasgow, says letting toddlers pee in public is very common in
the UK; it isn’t really even a topic up for debate. “Before I had a
toilet-trained kid myself, I remember being slightly shocked seeing a friend’s
3-year old peeing against a tree with absolutely no compunction, surrounded by
several other toddlers all doing the same thing. When I pointed this out to my
friend, as if to alert her to the disaster, she explained it was par for the
course around here.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;calibri&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;She quickly adds that discretion and common sense play a large
role in where parents allow kids to drop trou. “People here would look askance
at a kid peeing on a car or shop window. [But] almost all grassy areas are fair
game.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;&quot;&gt;I have a horse jhon blue. It was about an hour before
I left work and I had a cup of coffee. Then my mate sandy gave me a can of cola
so I drank that too. When I had locked my office, I felt the urge to pee. Not
being bothered to go and get my key I waited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;&quot;&gt;Going down the road I got more and more desperate and I saw
the entrance to my local stables where jhon blue was kept so I pulled in. The
road is really bumpy, so I felt I was going to lose control more and more. I
turned into the drive and made a beeline for the stable toilets. (it’s a big stable
so there are three toilets) I ran in, bladder bursting, and ran to the first
door. Locked! I ran into the second one and that was locked as well. I almost
cried as I got to the third and it had “out of order” on it. I waited in agony
for five minutes and gave up. I ran down to the stables and ran to my horses
stall. I burst through the door and without even looking at my horse I dropped
my pants and peed on the concrete floor part of the stable. After 30 second of
pure pleasure I look up only to see Max, the stable boy, staring at me. I
looked down to see I was still peeing. Now he had seen me and was still watching.
It took about five hours. When I had done I noticed I had missed the floor and
had peed all over my jeans. So I was me, soaking wet squatting in a stable and
a hot 25 year old boy staring at me. He burst out laughing and Carren my friend
came to see what the fuss was about. And she saw me and also burst out
laughing. I stood up. Pulled up my soaked pants and ran out of there. Just my
look the lesson students were dismounting and stood staring at me while I fumbled
about with my car keys. I leapt into the car and sped away. My husband laughed
when I told him. I took my horse out and never went there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have this issue and I was trying to find out if it&#39;s like an actual things you can talk to your doctors about or what. But everyday it seams like i pee my pants a little but just a spill and at random times even right after i go pee and i try really hard to stop it but it&#39;s like someone down there is just holding the door open and its just coming out when ever it feels like it. I really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;understand. I&#39;m only 13 and its getting really annoying i constantly have to wash my pants and buy new underwear and it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;when i have to pee just randomly all the time ! But like i said &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; trying to find&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so if anyone can help &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;m&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt; 13 and a girl. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica neue light&amp;quot; , , &amp;quot;helvetica neue&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m married with two kids. And, when we go places, I pack extra clothing for me and the kids. Never know who is going to be the one to spring that inconvenient leak. My husband swears that sometimes I&#39;m worse than the kids. I&#39;m almost 40, and still wetting my pants during the day, and sometimes peeing the bed at night. I like to think its not happening that often. Still, that its happening at all is not good. When we travel, I wear Depends, and put the kids in pull-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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News Article about Pee from Digital Trends&lt;/div&gt;
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In most pubs and bars, going for a pee involves just that – emptying your bladder, washing your hands and returning to your table. However, take a pee in The&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts cs4-ndcor&quot; id=&quot;lw_1322275562_2&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot;&gt;Exhibit bar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;in south&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts cs4-visible&quot; id=&quot;lw_1322275562_1&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54 , 99 , 136); color: #366388; cursor: pointer;&quot;&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you’ll have an altogether different experience.&lt;/div&gt;
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You see, The Exhibit has taken it upon itself to install in its men’s bathroom a number of pee-controlled video games; games with carefully thought up names such as Clever Dick and On The Piste. The system is thought to be the first of its kind in the world, and besides making a trip to the bathroom more entertaining, it will also be an opportunity for advertisers to promote their products.&lt;/div&gt;
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Developed by UK-based&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts cs4-visible&quot; id=&quot;lw_1322275562_0&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54 , 99 , 136); color: #366388; cursor: pointer;&quot;&gt;Captive Media&lt;/span&gt;, the high-tech urinals come with 12-inch LCD screens fitted just above them. Ads play on the screens until a punter approaches the urinal. Detecting that the punter is in position and ready to pee, the system then switches into gaming mode.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Sophisticated algorithms then allow the user to do something simple, but VERY engaging – controlling the system just by aiming their stream left or right!” the blurb says on Captive Media’s website. So with the skiing game, you’re able to navigate the course with some subtle but deft movements. How well you do at the game is entirely in your hands, so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;
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The pee-controlled urinals are the brainchild of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts cs4-ndcor&quot; id=&quot;lw_1322275562_3&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot;&gt;Gordon MacSween&lt;/span&gt;, a man who is effectively paid too pee. “We tend to drink a lot of water so that we can test the product more often,” he&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=ArmWs3cpH14IehN5eya2NpT99XQA;_ylu=X3oDMTFqMDgxZXM0BG1pdANBcnRpY2xlIEJvZHkEcG9zAzEEc2VjA01lZGlhQXJ0aWNsZUJvZHlBc3NlbWJseQ--;_ylg=X3oDMTJ0bWUzcmwyBGludGwDdXMEbGFuZwNlbi11cwRwc3RhaWQDMjJlNDdlNGQtYTJlNC0zNDE5LTkxMTUtYzllMmNiZGE1Njg2BHBzdGNhdAN0ZWNoBHB0A3N0b3J5cGFnZQR0ZXN0Aw--;_ylv=0/SIG=13qt4dkr5/EXP=1323539711/**http%3A//now-here-this.timeout.com/2011/11/25/worlds-first-pee-controlled-video-game-the-timeout-review/&quot; style=&quot;color: #005790; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;told&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;London’s Time Out magazine.&lt;/div&gt;
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MacSween said that when the system was trialed at a bar in Cambridge recently, a couple of behavioral changes among the peeing public were noted. “There has been less mess, which we sort of expected because we designed the game so you’re not splashing about, and less vandalism,” he explained.&lt;/div&gt;
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“When we put it in, people thought it’d be ripped off the wall within a week, but it’s still there after four months. Because people are having a laugh, there’s a lot less vandalism. People just tend to get less angry.”&lt;/div&gt;
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At one point MacSween was baffled by players’ ability to achieve scores far above anything he ever got. After talking to some customers, he found out why. “It turns out people were learning how to stop and start (their pee flow) to get higher scores.” So if you ever find yourself peeing for points, you know exactly what to do.&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s not known what, if anything, Captive Media has planned for the women’s bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have always had problems with self urination on accident of course.  I
 wet my bed a lot and my parents are rich and wet their beds too so 
they&#39;re always nice and understanding to me. They also bought me plastic
 sheets and dry nites. Now being a 12 year old boy this pretty much 
sucks crap. My best friends know and are cool about it but it is so 
embarrassing sleeping at someones house who doesn&#39;t know I wear dry 
nites. But... It is not nearly as embarrassing as peeing yourself during
 the day. Last week I live in Miami and went to Dallas with my football 
team. My team mate has a really hot sister who happens to be my 
girlfriend so she saw that I wear dry nites to bed and one night I was 
playing sing it because all my friends wanted to challenge me cause I&#39;m a
 singer and do huge concerts on the beach with my twin brothers. So I 
was singing against my twin and he made a funny joke. So I started 
cracking up and pissed myself in front of my gf. I was so embarrassed 
but that wasn&#39;t the first time that happened. It also helps that my 
family consists of 6 kid bed wetters and 2 adult bed wetters. &lt;br /&gt;
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Okay. I&#39;m like 17. I still wet my pants a lot. Its so bad I have to 
carry baby wipes and lots of fresh panties. I don&#39;t have major accidents
 where I like totally pee my pants. Its like little wetting accidents 
when I&#39;m on my way to the bathroom. Sometimes, if I sneeze, cough, or 
laugh too hard, I pee a little. Little slip-up that no one really can 
see. Only if I have to wait too long, I wet my pants real bad then. But I
 usually don&#39;t get caught. Like if my mom knew, I would be back in the 
triple ply cotton trainers and plastic pants again. I had to do that in 
junior high school for wetting my pants in math class in 8th grade. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday,
 I had an accident on the way to school. I walked almost all the way to 
school with my hand inside my coat, holding myself and doing the pee-pee
 dance because I had to go so bad. Pretty soon, I couldn&#39;t hold it any 
longer and completely peed my pants. When I got to school, everyone 
could tell I had peed my pants. I&#39;ve never been so scared and 
embarrassed in my life. I begged the nurse not to call my mom. I spent 
all morning in the nurse&#39;s office wearing gym clothes until a teacher&#39;s 
aid in special ed washed and dried my clothes. I just wanted to die. 
Even my best friend laughed at me. My boyfriend wouldn&#39;t even talk to 
me. He said that big girls don&#39;t still pee their pants in high school, 
and just stopped talking to me. But his very cute best friend told me 
that it made him hot. He wants me to do it again. I didn&#39;t feel so bad 
then. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I got to school today, the very cute best friend 
asked me if I had done it again. I told him not yet, but the day was yet
 young. A couple hours later, a peed my pants a little at the end of 
study hall, waiting on someone to return with the bathroom pass. Every 
time I moved, a little came out. My panties were pretty wet by the time I
 got to the bathroom. By the time I got the stall door locked, pee had 
started streaming down my legs before I could get my panties down. The 
tops of my socks are a little wet now. Thank goodness I was wearing a 
skirt. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After cleaning up and putting on fresh panties, I rinsed 
the skirt where I got a little wet in class and dried it with the hand 
dryer. Then I went back to study hall like nothing had happened. After 
yesterday, everyone looks at me different when I ask for the bathroom 
pass. Teachers let me go now figuring that I&#39;ll pee my pants again if 
they don&#39;t. They just don&#39;t realize how many times I&#39;ve wet my pants 
because they said no in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I&#39;m at lunch. I drank 
quite a bit of water. I&#39;m trying to stay away from sodas, especially 
diet sodas. They do me the worst. But&lt;a href=&quot;http://maybeitisjustme.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; now I&#39;m going to have to go to 
the potty before class. If I don&#39;t&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.etsy.com/shop/jamiesknits?ref=top_trail&quot;&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; I know I will have another accident 
this afternoon. And, I don&#39;t want to pee my pants again. I don&#39;t want to
 run out of panties again and have to go home wet. Its kind of cold out 
today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I like to wet my pants...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know when I started, neither how. I just know that i really enjoy feeling the warm of my peeing going down my pants.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some
 time ago, I have peed my pants just a little, I mean, only some spots. 
Actually, I used to do it repetitively so that my pants came really wet 
(but only with some spots). But now, I am doing it more and more, even 
at work or at a customer&#39;s office (I have key of the office, so i do it,
 when I&#39;m alone).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife has told me, sometimes, that there&#39;s a 
&#39;urinate smell&#39; around, without knowing that I&#39;m the guilty guy of the 
smell. Actually, she told me that maybe our daughter has peed her pants 
and mixed her clothes with mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day, I arrived at home, 
wishing she (my wife) was asleep, but she wasn&#39;t. My wishing was because
 I was wet that day. I wet myself at the grocery store (outside), no one
 catched me. When I have arrived to home, I need to tell she that I had 
an &#39;accident&#39; because there was gunfire in front of me (nowadays, our 
city is kind of dangerous) and I was scared. It was a lie. I just enjoy 
felling the warm on my pants....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, I had dominoes night 
with friends, and I had my pants wet, just a little, but wet. I drank 2 
liters of coke and I needed to pee hard, but I didn&#39;t. I drove home and I
 couldn&#39;t get it my house. I forgot the front door key. It was 2 o&#39;clock
 in the morning and did not want to call my wife, but I did (I didn&#39;t 
want to wake her up). I called her 2 times, no answer. I needed to pee 
really hard. I walked around the car, like a dog, trying to hold the 
pee. Call my wife again. No answer. I really, really need to pee very, 
very hard. I couldn&#39;t hold it. I must let it go. So I did. All my pants 
get really wet, very hard. So my hands (both of them were holding my 
crotch, and getting wet &amp;amp; warm). I get a plastic bag, and set it on 
my seat car trying to not getting it wet. I slept. For about one hour 
after that I feel need to pee again, I just came out the car and let it 
go again. I went back to my car, and sleep back, obviously wet. Then my 
cell phone rang. It was her, -&quot;How &amp;amp; where are you, is everything 
ok?&quot; - &quot;Yes&quot;, I told her, &quot;I&#39;m downstairs, sleeping in the car. I forgot
 my keys&quot;. What should I do, how to explain her, my wet pants? 
Fortunately, she just came down, opened the door and went back to sleep.
 I, actually, had time to do laundry. I took a shower, and went to 
sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, at work, I need to pee again, around 10 o&#39;clock in 
the morning. I&#39;m wearing black pants. Went to WC, and let the pee go, on
 my pants again, but just part of it. I let the rest go into the toilet,
 but, my pants are really wet. Partners have not discovered my wet 
pants, but I have do this twice, today. At this moment, I am really wet.
 I do not have a plastic bag, so my chair is a little wet also. Hope not
 impregnates the urine smell on it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, I need to pee again... I want to let it go, over my chair. I think I will, even a little... just a little more. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, I’m 35.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Two years ago I was doing a gig for like 500 on the beach in Miami, 
where I live. I have always wet my bed and sometimes during the day like
 my 2 sisters 3 brothers and both parents.except for it is completely unacceptable for my parents to pee themselves at work because they both 
own their own business and are extremely rich.  At the gig everybody 
backstage made me drink a lot of water so I don&#39;t faint onstage since I 
would be doing lots of dancing. All that water plus that I was the main 
singer in front of my whole family friends gf and all of my teachers. 
That&#39;s a lot for a ten year old boys bladder to take. So we can all 
guess whar happened next I peed right in front of everybody. It sucked 
but most people have forgotten about it. Now I wear double padded mens incontinence underwear. They help a ton and hold up very well I wear 
them under my boxers so nobody notices. I&#39;ve done at least 30 beach 
concerts since and nobody has ever noticed that I peed myself 1/4 of the
 time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This wasn&#39;t too embarrassing because one time when I was
 playing football. I was the team captain and first string qb. I just 
scored the winning touchdown and everybody wat carrying me while I was 
holding the trophie. I was so exited that I totally pissed myself. I was
 wearing a plastic cup and I don&#39;t think it seemed through. Luckily my 
coaches covered me with Gatorade a few minutes afterward. In the&lt;br /&gt;
locker room I told my teammates and they laughed. It&#39;s so cool that everybody is so cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I
 hate that I wet myself and bed but it definatly helps to have 
supportive friends. Every morning I have to go to the diaper changing 
room and get my drynites off. This is so embarrassing for a 12 year old 
boy. But my twin brother twin sis, other sister, and my other 2  
brothers and parents have to also. My whole family has talked to the 
doctors about this and they said that Im underweight so that shouldn&#39;t 
affect it also I run 5 miles evry morning and go to football every 
night. I&#39;m emotionally happy and my parents are awesome. The doctor also 
said my ADHD has nothing to to with it. So I guess with a family of 
bedwetters and daywetters I have to live with it. I just keep telling 
myself that Im extremely rich parent with like a Gillian dollar mansion 
on the beach. I&#39;m also lucky that they give me diapers and I need to 
remember that I&#39;m fortunate to have a gf and awesome friends and the 
talent of singing and football and skateboarding. Thankyou all of my 
friends and family who have been so supportive and nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I peed my pants a lot during school.  When I got to college, I asked a 
gyno about it, and she taught me kegels, and that cleared it up, but 
anyway:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had been very proud of having not noticeably peed my 
pants for four straight years when I got to my senior year of high 
school.  I always trickled a bit, but nothing glaring.  I mean, not like
 the fourth grade when I sat in a puddle of my own urine while the class
 laughed and pointed and then my angry grandmother had to come and bring
 me new pantyhose because I was wearing a dress that day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, 
well, I got all the way to the last day of high school without sitting 
in a puddle of my own pee.  So proud.  They gathered the entire senior 
class in the gym to do our goodbyes to each other, finish signing 
yearbooks, whatever, and I can&#39;t even remember what she said, but, my 
good friend made a joke and I laughed HARD.  I felt the trickle, and 
thought that maybe I should stop laughing but I couldn&#39;t help myself.  I
 full-force pissed my pants in front of the entire senior class.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What&#39;s
 great, though, is that rather than be embarrassed, for some reason I 
thought that was hilarious, so I just laughed more.  That made other 
people laugh, and just brought more attention to me.  I got consolation 
from the fact that I would never see any of those people ever again (and
 indeed, that turned out to be true).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I&#39;m married and my husband gets his jollies from tickling me until I pee my pants, which isn&#39;t too hard to do!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Peeing @ Walt-Mart...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, I was completely peed. As my wife 
doesn&#39;t know, yet, about my being pissed loving thing, I decided to buy a new 
black cotton pants at Wal*Mart. So I went to Wal*Mart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was walking 
around the corridors and bring some stuff to my cart. Then went to the &quot;men 
clothes&quot; department looking for black pants. It is important to mention that I 
was under pee desperation, because if you have your underpants wet, is easily to 
feel need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took two identical black pants and went to the 
fitting room. Once inside, I took off my shoes, then I unclothe my own wet black 
pants (the ones that I was wearing, yes, those were completely wet, remember?). 
I started to feel need to pee harder. Thereupon, I fit on one of my potential 
new black pants and took a look at the mirror. This pants fit on me, very 
well... I need to pee harder... ok, let&#39;s do it, just let it go. I felt the warm 
flood going down my potential new pants. I knelt over the chair, so the warm 
flood created a pee puddle over it. Then, I sat on the chair, my but was fully 
wet, even the new pants. They were completely wet now, and I haven&#39;t even been 
paid them, yet&lt;a href=&quot;http://magnitude-saveadollar.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I enjoyed the feeling, and when I was done, I unclothe 
&#39;my&#39; potential new pants, and used it like a rag in order to get the floor 
completely dry. I took a look to the &#39;second&#39; black pants, thinking if will be 
necessary to test it on myself. I though it wasn&#39;t, so I dressed my &#39;old&#39; black 
wet pants and my shoes. I took the new wet black pants and fixed it on the hook. 
I put the other one, which I have no tested, next to the wet one. I walk out the 
fitting room, with both pants (wet one and dry one).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I went back to the 
display where were the other pants of other sizes and interspersed the wet 
pants. Took the dry one into my cart, went to the cashier, and paid for them 
(for the dry one).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my car, driving home, I though that I needed to 
change my clothes, in order to arrive home with dry pants, but my underwear were 
also wet, obviously. I went to other Wal*Mart and bought new underwears and then 
I was ready to change my clothes. So I did it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I got a surprise when 
arrive to home, since my wife wasn&#39;t there. She went to gym.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m 21 and a graduate student. Wednesday, on the bus on my way to classes, I really had to pee. I held it for as long as I could. Finally, it started leaking out. So, I quietly peed my pants on the bus. No one noticed until got off the bus I peed on to get on the return bus home. I was wet, and left a big puddle on the floor. I really had to go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m really prone to accidents and tend to pee in my pants a lot. But, I rarely totally pee my pants like that. It&#39;s usually just a little leaking when I am in a twist for the toilette. Or, if I&#39;ve been out clubbing and partying a little too much, depending on how much I&#39;ve had to drink, I will pee my pants more than my usual little leaking. But, I rarely totally pee my pants. I&#39;ve spent the last four years working very closely with my gynecologist and a urologist to stop peeing on myself during the day, and wetting my bed at night. And, I haven&#39;t peed my bed but twice this entire year. That&#39;s a big improvement for me from just high school, when I was wetting my bed a lot more often (2-3 nights every week). I&#39;m working on my day leaks. And, for my efforts, I probably hadn&#39;t totally peed on myself in a while. I had been making it to the toilette without peeing on myself even a leaky bit. I had been a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then came Wednesday. I mean, I did have more coffee than I probably should&#39;ve drank before getting on the bus, knowing my bladder as well as I do. But, I never anticipated that the bus was going to be stuck in traffic behind an accident for nearly an hour. I wiggled and squirmed, holding myself tightly with both hands as much as I could. But, after about forty-five minutes, I couldn&#39;t hold it in any longer, and totally peed my pants. I was extra, EXTRA embarrassed. I missed my 8:00 class. And, now everyone who rides the bus with me will know me as that chick who peed her pants.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am a guy,&amp;amp; here&#39;s my story..I was working late one night,&amp;amp; had been drinking a lot of coffee.I suddenly realized that I had to pee really bad.I was in the shipping department doing the billing, so I checked the computer, &amp;amp; found I only had one more order to bill.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked one of the shippers how long, &amp;amp; he said about 2 mins..So I decided to wait..The 2 mins turned into 10, &amp;amp; I was literally dancing by the time I got the last bill..I hurriedly finished it up, then had to print a bill of lading for 2 sep. trucks, &amp;amp; a shortage report for our sales reps..By now I could almost feel it trickling down my legs, &amp;amp; I had to keep dancing or I would pee my pants for sure..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had to walk down a corridor, &amp;amp; thru a doorway into the main part of the office. I reached the washrooms, but decided to put my papers on the fax machine &amp;amp; photocopier so that they would send &amp;amp; print while I went to the washroom. Big mistake..As it was evening, &amp;amp; the office fairly dark, I made my way to the mailroom, but as I walked in to find the light switch, someone had put this lifesize cardboard figure of an athlete inside the doorway..It startled me so bad, &amp;amp; the fact that I just stopped dead in my tracks,That it was a few seconds before I realized I was peeing in my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was already quite wet by the time I got things under control, so I quickly got my papers copied &amp;amp; faxed, then ste the bills &amp;amp; bills of lading where the truckdrivers could get them, &amp;amp; ran out to my car..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once there, I realized I still had to pee, but being wet already, I just finished wetting my pants by my car. No one was home when I got there, so I put my wet pants &amp;amp; underwear in the washing machine, had a shower, &amp;amp; no one ever knew that I had totally peed my pants at work...&lt;br /&gt;
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Wet your Pants&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cafepress.com/peeingmypantsiscool&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;on CafePress!&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/9144246176482493918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4464590305193371167/9144246176482493918?isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/9144246176482493918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/9144246176482493918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enternews.blogspot.com/2008/01/pee-my-pants-story-8.html' title='Pee my Pants Story 8'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-474517748493072978</id><published>2008-01-21T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2017-03-07T20:35:24.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee my Pants Story 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;
I was in the classroom aged around 14. I was really desperate and my friends Tyeeshka, Louisa ad Zacharia noticed my eyes were watering. &quot;Whats up Elly?&quot; Said Ty &quot;I need to pee!&quot; I whispered back. I had a bright idea then, &quot;Miss,&quot; I called &quot;I have something in my eye can I go to the bathroom?&quot; &quot;NO!&quot; Came Miss Hather&#39;s reply. I held it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking to the bus was a HUGE problem when I was about to wet myself!!! I sat on the bus and relaxed. OOOPS! Pee soaked my panties and my trousers. All the kids laughed like hell!&lt;br /&gt;
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I told them to shut up! They didn&#39;t! Weeks and weeks later was still being teased. When I got home from my pee antics mum was not pleased and made me act like a baby. She even made me go to the store in a Barbie nappy - ONLY A BARBIE NAPPY! - I was FOURTEEN!&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I have several stories I could tell. One I remember vividly is when I was 15, and my mom actually told me to pee in my pants. I was in the back seat of our car and we were driving to Phoenix from Tucson, which took over two hours I think. I had shorts on, the short kind we used to wear in the 70&#39;s, and I had to go bad. I told my mom about it, and at first she said to wait until she needed gas. She had over a half of a tank, and I said that I couldn&#39;t wait that long. She told me to just go in my pants if I couldn&#39;t wait. I couldn&#39;t believe she said that, but as I was really desperate, sitting cross legged on the seat, I just peed in my pants. She eventually did stop just before we got to Phoenix, and I changed my shorts in the bathroom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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