Changing – Chapter One
I sat there, stunned, my painted lips curled into a big ‘O’. Shock had overcome me, for something had happened that had never happened to me before, not even in the time in my life when it was… not acceptable, but still thought to happen once in a while. I had lost the need for protection at an incredibly early age, had never experienced rousing to clothing sticking to my skin. That’s why I was so shocked. That’s why I was stunned as I heard the faint dripping noise as my own urine fell to the ground beneath my seat, third from the door, in fourth period grade eleven English.
I stole a look downwards, to examine the damage; all it did was strengthen my shock, which quickly turned to extreme embarrassment. My tight faded blue jeans were completely soaked in the crotch area, with the splotch trailing outwards down my pant-leg, to drip onto the floor. Some part of my brain wondered how in the world my bladder had held all that.
My face had not had time to register blushing, but it suddenly flared when my neighbor suddenly took it upon herself to announce my predicament to the whole class in a loud, startling matter.
‘Holy crap! Erin just peed her pants!’
This statement was met with my neighbor jumping up out of her seat, stepping backwards and pointing at my crotch, her hand on her chin, a mixture of laughter and disgust on her face, as if there were a giant spider crawling out of my fly. I wished that it was that good.
Suddenly the whole class was practically on top of me, and in the next second several steps away from me, seeing what they wanted to see, and then trying to force as much ridicule upon me as possible.
‘Oh my Erin! Are you ok?’ Ms. Barter cried, coming to stand right next to me and putting her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her, and saw the sympathy in her eyes. ‘Come dear, lets get you down to the head office. We’ll call your parents.’
Shakily I rose from my seat, with a slight squishing sound (my shoes had a bit of liquid in them…), and carefully moved towards the door, waddling slightly, my thighs rubbing together noticeably. Behind me the students were silent, but laughing at the same time. Ms. Barter had a way with silence.
Ms. Barter turned back to her class as I put my hand on the door knob, blushing so hard from embarrassment I swore that my cheeks were on fire; I wanted to cry.
‘Now, accidents happen to everyone.’ She said, layering on the authority in her voice, ‘I want you all to sit back down in your seats, and be quite till I come back. Anyone does anything and I will make you have an accident.’
That sure didn’t help me. I turned the knob, feeling my fellow classmate’s stares in the back of my head, and proceeded out of the class. Luckily, fourth period English was on the third floor, and incredibly close to the head office. Ms. Barter exited the classroom, glaring inside the whole time, and closed the door.
Silently I shuffled down the hall, towards the stairs, Ms. Barter in tow. It was a miracle that no one was in the halls to see me. My shoes squished as I walked.
This was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened in my life. Not the few times when my bra slipped off last year, not the frequent embarrassing moments in the girls change room in grade nine, none of those incidents had been nearly as embarrassing as this; people would remember this for years to come. My pants were soaked; it felt like I wasn’t wearing any underwear because I was so drenched.
Finally I arrived at the office. I walked through the always open door to stand before the three secretaries. Immediately all of their faces widened in shock, and sympathy.
‘Oh my goodness Erin!’ said the nearest secretary, a sweet woman who had been with the school for a long time. She jumped up and ran towards me, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder sincerely. ‘Don’t worry honey, we’ll get you a change of pants and call your parents. How did this happen?’
I stood for a second, stuttering. ‘I-I, don’t know! One second I was fine then the next I was sitting soaking wet. I didn’t even feel myself doing it…’
The two other secretaries had gone back to work, seeing that Ms. Messenger had everything under control. Ms. Messenger nodded, smiling down at me. ‘It’s ok. Accidents happen. Come, let’s get you fixed up.’
Ms. Messenger led me softly into a washroom down a hallway. She unlocked the door (apparently students could not be trusted to use it…), and ushered me inside. ‘Alright sweets, you get that wet clothing off. I’ll get a change of clothes, and then we’ll call your mom. Everything is going to be O.K.’ she said, with a bright smile. The door closed.
I took a step backwards into the center of the washroom, my leg brushing against the toilet and my back pressing against the sink. Easy for her to say, I thought, as I pulled my fly down and undid the metal button, she didn’t have to come back to face my friends after peeing ones pants. I slid my jeans down and stepped out of them, then moved to my panties, sliding those down my slick, shining legs. I put those on top of my pants, and stood naked in the bathroom for a second.
I might as well wash myself a bit, I thought. I turned around and grabbed a fistful of paper towel from the aged rack on the wall. Wetting them, I proceeded to wash up and down my legs.
Suddenly I stopped. Something was wrong.
I gasped as I stared at my crotch; my perfectly hairless crotch.
Dropping the paper towel, I grabbed my soaked underwear. Sure enough, it had a thin coating of dark brown hair on it. I was flabbergasted. Dropping the underwear, I proceeded to feel all around between my legs, confirming my thoughts. I was completely clean-shaven.
Now, I occasionally trimmed up once in a while, but had never completely shaved myself off. It was a strange feeling, for my skin felt like it did not have any hair at all, not even the tiniest hint of stubble. Did peeing my pants do this?
I forced myself to calm down. It was at this moment that I realized that I was really thirsty. I turned to the sink, bent over and turned the tap, gulping in the cold fresh water that sprouted forth. I was really thirsty.
There came a knock at the door, which startled me. I quickly shut off the water shut off the water, my thirst half satisfied. Grasping the door handle tightly, I twisted it and pulled open the door a fraction of an inch. Ms. Messenger stood outside holding a bundle of jeans in her hand.
‘Here you go sweets.’ She said, carefully sliding the clothing through the small opening I peered through. I took the clothing with relish. ‘Is everything O.K.?’
I turned back from placing the clothing on the sink. ‘Yeah, everything’s find. I’m just a bit shocked.’
‘Ok.’ Ms. Messenger said comfortingly, turning to go. ‘We called your mom, and she’s on her way. Call if you need anything.’
‘Thanks,’ I muttered weakly.
I closed the door completely. Turning around I grabbed the tap again and gulped another couple of mouthfuls. My thirst was satisfied now. I sighed, calming myself again. I forced myself to carry out some further inspection. I arched my back, and stared at my crotch again, pushing my hair out of the way. Sure enough, it was still bare. This was really weird.
Sighing again, I straitened up and turned back to my new clothing which I would have to clean and return to the school as soon as possible. Ms. Messenger had probably taken it from the girl’s lost and found. It was a pair of really faded old jeans, with red, stitched flowers crawling up the pant legs. Stashed in the pants were an equally old pair of red underwear, a little bit large, but (after a quick sniff), would do. I quickly pulled the underwear on and the pants, fixed my hair in the mirror, and finally stuffed my soiled clothing into a plastic grocery bag that had also been with the borrowed clothing.
I opened the door and crept outside. I realized that I did not have any shoes, or socks.
That problem was fixed when I tripped over the pair that Ms. Messenger had set outside the bathroom door. I picked them up, a pair of socks inside them, and retreated back into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat cover, pulled the slightly dirty pink socks, which came to barely my ankles, then pulled each of the used, dirty, dark black running shoes. After quickly doing up the laces, I quickly grabbed another gulp of water. I left the bathroom thinking that the excessive drinking must be to the lack of water in my system because of the incident.
I returned to the main office, calmly sitting down in one of the hard chairs, casually putting my hands between my legs. The office was deserted, my teacher having left. I realized that the bell must have rung signaling lunch. I hoped that no one who knew (or had heard) of my spill would walk in.
As I sat in the seat, I rubbed my hand slightly against my crotch. For some reason this aroused me far more then it should have. Maybe it was because of the lack of pubic hair, but I had no way of knowing.
For nearly ten minutes I sat in the office alone, waiting, till finally my mother popped her head into the office door, a kind smile on her face. My mother looked just like me, just with a few more wrinkles.
‘You O.K. honey?’ she asked. Just like the secretary, I thought.
I nodded, standing up. A sudden shock of pleasure shot through me. I realized that my underwear had snagged onto the old jeans, which then had in-turn rubbed against me in such a way that had sent a shock of pleasure through my body, but with a force that shouldn’t have been possible unless my fingers were involved. The surge of ecstasy had not affected my body physically, and my mother did not notice it. What in the world was going on?
‘Come on Erin. We’ll go home and relax.’ My mom said comfortingly. I nodded again, and walked foreword, my mom put her arm around my shoulders.
The two of us turned and headed for the exit.
The End of Changing – Chapter One.
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