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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPMUFaqa3Am8uyhiLrWxnr47RZ4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPMUFaqa3Am8uyhiLrWxnr47RZ4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"&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="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9tFvNy7QXrpdyZIxKvmvEHiATWk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9tFvNy7QXrpdyZIxKvmvEHiATWk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I have this issue and I was trying to find out if it'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'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="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;understand. I'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="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; trying to find&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so if anyone can help &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt; 13 and a girl. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/peeingmypantsiscool"&gt;Come visit my store at CafePress!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464590305193371167-6642704738645299442?l=enternews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~4/fWOflUyvOJU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/6642704738645299442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464590305193371167&amp;postID=6642704738645299442" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/6642704738645299442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/6642704738645299442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~3/fWOflUyvOJU/pee-my-pants-story-17.html" title="Pee my Pants Story 17" /><author><name>Magnitude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="23" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/spencerjohnston/P_Surf-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://enternews.blogspot.com/2011/12/pee-my-pants-story-17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGQHc4eCp7ImA9WhRVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-3623124814317101373</id><published>2011-11-26T10:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:35:21.930-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T11:35:21.930-08:00</app:edited><title>Pee my Pants Story 16</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c5FePFaJSjZ0hjavaGFKLybrN-k/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c5FePFaJSjZ0hjavaGFKLybrN-k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c5FePFaJSjZ0hjavaGFKLybrN-k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c5FePFaJSjZ0hjavaGFKLybrN-k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Comment from story 9&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'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'm worse than the kids. I'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="yshortcuts cs4-ndcor" id="lw_1322275562_2" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;Exhibit bar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;in south&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1322275562_1" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); color: #366388; cursor: pointer;"&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="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1322275562_0" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); color: #366388; cursor: pointer;"&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="yshortcuts cs4-ndcor" id="lw_1322275562_3" style="cursor: pointer;"&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="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/" style="color: #005790; text-decoration: none;"&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'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'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'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'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'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't have major accidents
 where I like totally pee my pants. Its like little wetting accidents 
when I'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'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't hold it any 
longer and completely peed my pants. When I got to school, everyone 
could tell I had peed my pants. I'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's office wearing gym clothes until a teacher'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't even talk to 
me. He said that big girls don'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'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'll pee my pants again if 
they don't. They just don't realize how many times I've wet my pants 
because they said no in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, I'm at lunch. I drank 
quite a bit of water. I'm trying to stay away from sodas, especially 
diet sodas. They do me the worst. But, now I'm going to have to go to 
the potty before class. If I don't, I know I will have another accident 
this afternoon. And, I don't want to pee my pants again. I don't want to
 run out of panties again and have to go home wet. Its kind of cold out 
today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like to pee my pants...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don'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;
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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's office (I have key of the office, so i do it,
 when I'm alone).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My wife has told me, sometimes, that there's a 
'urinate smell' around, without knowing that I'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'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 'accident' 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't. I drove home and I
 couldn't get it my house. I forgot the front door key. It was 2 o'clock
 in the morning and did not want to call my wife, but I did (I didn'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'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, -"How &amp;amp; where are you, is everything 
ok?" - "Yes", I told her, "I'm downstairs, sleeping in the car. I forgot
 my keys". 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'clock in 
the morning. I'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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK-lx78aatwFmV0lcRRmh8uVu-o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hK-lx78aatwFmV0lcRRmh8uVu-o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&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'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'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'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'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'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'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't 
affect it also I run 5 miles evry morning and go to football every 
night. I'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'm also lucky that they give me diapers and I need to 
remember that I'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;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&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'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't help myself.  I
 full-force pissed my pants in front of the entire senior class.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What'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'm married and my husband gets his jollies from tickling me until I pee my pants, which isn'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'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 "men 
clothes" 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'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't even been 
paid them, yet&lt;a href="http://magnitude-saveadollar.blogspot.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I enjoyed the feeling, and when I was done, I unclothe 
'my' potential new pants, and used it like a rag in order to get the floor 
completely dry. I took a look to the 'second' black pants, thinking if will be 
necessary to test it on myself. I though it wasn't, so I dressed my 'old' 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't there. She went to gym.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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Love2BPeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464590305193371167-6052018315804038589?l=enternews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~4/nGKY6ZmQ5w8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/6052018315804038589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464590305193371167&amp;postID=6052018315804038589" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/6052018315804038589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/6052018315804038589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~3/nGKY6ZmQ5w8/pee-my-pants-story-10.html" title="Pee my Pants Story 10" /><author><name>Magnitude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="23" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/spencerjohnston/P_Surf-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://enternews.blogspot.com/2011/09/pee-my-pants-story-10.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCRHc5eip7ImA9WhRVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-1863424883188280088</id><published>2009-10-26T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:36:05.922-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T11:36:05.922-08:00</app:edited><title>Peed My Pants story 9</title><content type="html">
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&lt;br /&gt;
I'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'm really prone to accidents and tend to pee in my pants a lot. But, I rarely totally pee my pants like that. It's usually just a little leaking when I am in a twist for the toilette. Or, if I've been out clubbing and partying a little too much, depending on how much I've had to drink, I will pee my pants more than my usual little leaking. But, I rarely totally pee my pants. I'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't peed my bed but twice this entire year. That'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'm working on my day leaks. And, for my efforts, I probably hadn'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'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'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;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GhdPTzn2oR7fUSPal0PsXBvJPNI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GhdPTzn2oR7fUSPal0PsXBvJPNI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This story was in the comments of a previous post. No name attached. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am a guy,&amp;amp; here'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;
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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;
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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;
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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;
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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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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TzwuJAHiTe4JV2Y_PvrrI3fF8tE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TzwuJAHiTe4JV2Y_PvrrI3fF8tE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I was in the classroom aged around 14. I was really desperate and my friends Tyeeshka, Louisa ad Zacharia noticed my eyes were watering. "Whats up Elly?" Said Ty "I need to pee!" I whispered back. I had a bright idea then, "Miss," I called "I have something in my eye can I go to the bathroom?" "NO!" Came Miss Hather'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'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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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G1rRe0woja4zCf4K836lr0eYyms/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G1rRe0woja4zCf4K836lr0eYyms/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G1rRe0woja4zCf4K836lr0eYyms/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G1rRe0woja4zCf4K836lr0eYyms/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a funny one. Posted in comment section of story 3.&lt;br /&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'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't wait that long. She told me to just go in my pants if I couldn't wait. I couldn'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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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2zfUeFFpU1wxV6pPGe1-sEGawY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d2zfUeFFpU1wxV6pPGe1-sEGawY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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I am a guy and this is my pee pants story.&lt;br /&gt;
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I must have been 11 or 12 years old. Much too old to pee your pants. I was walking home from school, and I didn't use the bathroom in school that day. All the walk home I had to pee real real bad. I was walking fast, hurrying to get home, using my interior muscles to hold it in, until I got to the doorstep of my house. Just as I was ringing the bell I lost it, and completely flooded my khaky shorts which was our school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just as I was finishing peeing, my mother opened the door. I was crying and she gave me a hug and told me that these things happen, not to fuzz about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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This is what happened to me about two weeks ago..(Posted July 16, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;
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When me and my friends arrived at school, I had to go - BAD! But we were late for class, so I had to hold it. When we walked into the classroom we were 10 minutes late and our teacher was yelling at us.&lt;br /&gt;
When we finally had a lunch break, our teacher told me and my two friends to stay for a while! I had to pee really bad now, so I asked my teacher if I could just go to the bathroom. But my teacher believed that I was trying to get away, so she didn´t let me go to the bathroom. Our teacher said that we had to stay and take a math-test in a 10-minute time. I knew I wasn´t able to hold it that long, so I once again asked my teacher if I could use the bathroom. First, she hesitated a little when she saw me bouncing up-and-down on my chair, but then she said NO. I putted my hand between my legs and tried to hold the stream in. I decided to pee - just a little - to relief some pressure. About five drops dripped into my panties, but now that the flood had started, I couldn´t stop. I peed a little more and now you could see a small dark spot on my pants. I tried desperately not to pee my pants. One of my friends noticed the little dark spot and looked at me as I was struggling to hold the rest of the pee in. I started crying as I felt the warm pee tickling down my legs. I stood up and screamed to the teacher,"Look what you´ve done!"&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher looked at me with a very surprised look and then said, "Oh, I´m so sorry! I believed you were trying to get away when you said you needed to go to the bathroom!" I grabbed my bag and ran home as fast as I could. There were many people at the streets, so I pulled my shirt down and ran even faster. When I got home, the door was locked and I didn´t had a key. My mom had probably went to the store and would be back any minute. When she arrived she saw me sitting at the doorstep with my new jeans completely soaked. She understood what happened, and after I changed my pants, Mom convinced me to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS. I´m from Europe so my English may not be that good, but I hope you understood anyway! &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I had to be about 13 or so—8th grade I think. I rode the bus home alone from school because my sister was in High School and on the Volleyball team.  We were the last stop on the route that took over 45 minutes. School got out around 2:15 and the bus stopped roughly 1/3 of a mile away from my house. We would get dropped off shortly after 3:00 and it would take me 10 or so minutes to get home from there. Because of this I ALWAYS went to the bathroom right after last period.  For some reason this one day I didn’t. I must have been late getting out of class and had to race to the bus for some reason, I don’t remember exactly. So anyway, I’m sitting there on the bus and that urge comes. You know the kind you just cannot ignore—and we still had over half the bus ride to go. So do anything I can to try to hold it. I cross my legs, change my position, think of not-water.  FINALLY we get to the bus stop and I jump off and start off trying to run full speed home.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean  how well can you run when you are trying to hold it in? Not very well. Not to mention that stupid backpack bouncing up and down. I hate running with backpacks. Anyway, so I’m hurrying as fast as I can to get home, but a street away from mine, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I just let it go. There was no other choice at this point. It was too much and too painful for me to hold in. I walked home quickly with my head down and hung my backpack far down over my butt so the passing cars wouldn’t see what I had done. Luckily I didn’t walk on too busy of a street. I remember sneaking into the house as quietly as I could and hurriedly changing my clothes. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t tell anyone what happened. I guess it’s been long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4464590305193371167-1379476800011845973?l=enternews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~4/Kk7fRvipBUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://enternews.blogspot.com/feeds/1379476800011845973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4464590305193371167&amp;postID=1379476800011845973" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/1379476800011845973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4464590305193371167/posts/default/1379476800011845973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PeeMyPants/~3/Kk7fRvipBUM/pee-my-pants-story-3.html" title="Pee my Pants Story 3" /><author><name>Magnitude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="23" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/spencerjohnston/P_Surf-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://enternews.blogspot.com/2008/01/pee-my-pants-story-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHSHw8cCp7ImA9WhRWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4464590305193371167.post-4899498530962918911</id><published>2008-01-21T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:05:39.278-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T21:05:39.278-08:00</app:edited><title>Pee my Pants Story 2</title><content type="html">
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Maceio Brazil&lt;br /&gt;
It was a nice clear night and I was serving as a missionary in Brazil. On the way home after a long day's work my companion and I took a different route home down the beach boardwalk.  While walking home we saw a woman sitting at the bus stop ahead of us and we planned to approach her about the gospel.  When we got close to her she sort of stood up from her bench and pulled her pants up.  I thought nothing of it until I went to shake her hand and saw a stream of liquid coming from the bench where she was previously sitting.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me at the moment I shook her hand that she was sneaking a pee at the bus stop!  The rest of the conversation was kind of awkward but mainly on her part for obvious reasons.  All I was doing was thinking how funny the it was that a woman in a little mini skirt was peeing at a bus stop.  Who knows what we talked about?  It turned out that she didn't want us to come to her house and teach her (for unknown reasons) but I know that someday she will receive the missionaries into her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was in the fifth grade our class was working on a project where we all participated in painting a large mural on the classroom wall by breaking it into squares and assigning each student a square to fill in. It was early in the morning and I had been working on my part for about ten minutes when I couldn't hold it any longer. I asked my teacher if I might please be excused to use the bathroom. She told me that I could go when I was finished with my square. I insisted, but so did she. So I went back to the wall. My square was near the Apple IIgs at the back of the classroom. A Mexican boy named Leonardo was playing a game.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later I had to reach to get to the upper right corner of my square. As I did so I also stretched whatever muscle it is that keeps one from peeing one's pants. I remember being panic-sticken. Leonardo looked over and saw the drips coming from my pant leg. He chuckled and went back to his game. By this time I was basically finished with the square, so I asked if I could go to the computer lab where the rest of the class had gone by this time. She allowed me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to do. My pants were soaking wet. Luckily no one could really tell. I hoped against hope that it would dry in the two minutes it took to walk to the computer lab. When I got there I sat down and the breeze had made my wet pants cold. I don't know how he found out, but the teacher's aide, with whom I had built up rapport over the course of the school year, asked me to come outside.  I tried to play it off, but he knew what was up. Called the office who called my parents to come and take care of me. I went to the office where I waited outside. I was driven back home where I cleaned up and changed my clothes. Then I was dropped back off at school during lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class came back in from lunch the teacher told us she had something very important that she wanted to discuss with the class. She then told the story of what had happened. She left out my name, but I knew that at least the teacher's aide and Leonardo knew who she was talking about. Then she told the class that if we ever needed to use the bathroom so bad that we were going to pee our pants that we didn't need permission and that we should just run out of the classroom and get to the bathroom as fast as we can.  It was the most embarrassing 15 minutes of my life. I felt like she was talking right to me. I'm sure that almost no one knew what the heck she was talking about, but it didn't help the embarrassment much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finishing out the year without any more problems when I asked to go to the bathroom. That was the second to last time in my life that I ever peed my pants. The next time was as a result of 9/11... but it's not what you think. If there is interest I will share that story as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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