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what time is it how I started coming a pee girl peeing my panties and jeans.

Well when I was 12 years old and that’s when I started peeing my pants and my jeans in class. Did you get in let me go in bathroom so I just stood there in the middle of class and I Peed my panties in my pants I was so soft it was a big puddle Under my seat my desk. Well after that I love that warm. Piss going down my legs My crotch was so wet. After that that’s all I did was here my parents and my parents I left with my jeans in class wherever hours if I have to pee I just wet my pants. Well after that that’s all I like doing Piss in my panties jeans. That was the eighth grade.

So after all I liked to do was wet myself. I would pee all day at school. Anytime I came home my jeans Were soaked. I was call Pee pee girl in school. My parents got tired of asking me why are you wet. I told my parents I’m not using the Toilet anymore unless I have to take a crap. That mom and dad you’re just gonna have to get used to me all I’m gonna do is pee in my pants I’m gonna keep pissing my jeans.

When was high school I Peed my pants all the way through high school my jeans. I will go to parties and I’m not waiting in the night again line. I just go outside and I just peed my Jeans. I’m 24 years old now and yes I still Pee my jeans. That’s how this fetish started with me. My sister was at a Piss girl. My sister taught me how things to do how to wet my pants out of wet my panties. So basically all my teen years all the way through college all I did was just Piss my panties that’s all I like doing that was my favorite thing to do was wetting myself. That’s how this fetish got me going. Oh my girlfriends we also have to pee and then that their panties in pants or jeans. I would sit there and I would just stand and just start pissing myself in class it didn’t matter where at home it didn’t matter all I’d like to do pee myself. that’s how my teen years went I’d always come home my jeans would be wet you could see the wetness in my jeans. My girlfriend now to get beer and all of a sudden I just wet myself. And I love when people looked at me and seen me Pissing my jeans. That’s how I Got it from my my panties Jeans unless I was wearing a skirt my skirts way shorter than it should’ve been when I was wearing skirts you could see my crotch when I started penis up I just let myself P and I was just piss my jeans. I always came home with wet jeans in my wet panties because I didn’t care no more I love that warm feeling I was peeing my jeans.

That’s how I got started I hope y’all like this Alexa.

omolover1123

Great story! I really liked it a lot.

dreamsofacornishpasty

Oops…

notinthetoilet

scarybabe

🍔

www.reiinapop.com

melissamalone1979

Leaked in the car 🤦‍♀️

cookiemonsterdoesit

No diaper = wet pants

sweaters-n-diapers

foreverpee

Desperate pee

fluffyomorashi

Won’t let me post the videoooo but also here’s some bad gifs of something for my omo peeps I never posted a few weeks ago lmao ✌🏻✨

fluffy-omorashi

*dancing around* I-I Can’t… stop…..leakingggggg-.. ohh noooooo Q////Q”

lostcontrolfreak

Two things I love about @fluffy-omorashi:

- Holding after leaking

- Trying in vain to cover the wet spot

*swoons*

funmoxy

youromofantasy

As with most of my anecdotes, this one starts with a ridiculously huge iced coffee. It is pumpkin spice season, y’all. These iced coffees are 32oz, so almost 1L.

My awesome friends threw me a small birthday party last night. They are amazing and I feel extremely loved right now. My husband is at an event this weekend and wasn’t home to come with me, so it was just me heading up north.

The drive up was completely uneventful. By the time I arrived, I’d finished my iced coffee and was starting to feel it. Instead of stopping somewhere before I got there, I decided to hold it. I’ve explained about my pee-shyness before. It takes a lot for me to ask to use someone’s bathroom, even with friends who have become family. Holding it was a risk, but I thought it would be fine. It usually is.

We made dinner first and sat around catching up for a couple hours. I was so wrapped up in the conversation that my awareness of my bladder faded into the background. It wasn’t until we stood up to go outside that the feeling returned and I began to get nervous.

I decided to step outside with them without visiting the bathroom. Before I did, I grabbed a Diet Coke. We are not exciting people. Our whole schtick is that we just chill on the patio with the dogs and they drink while I smoke.

My friends commented on how happy and relaxed I’ve been the last few times they’d seen me. To be very clear, unless they happen upon this blog and figure it out (and there is actually a decent chance of that, I happen to know one of them is into ABDL/omo-adjacent things and I’m dangerously open about my real self here), I’ll never tell the whole truth. But there is one thing I can be honest about that really is the main reason even more so than all this, and it felt really good to tell them about it.

Not only did they not judge, they actively understood. I love them.

As we sat and talked, I could feel my bladder filling even more. At first, I kept my legs crossed. I always sit like that anyway and it worked for a while. Until it didn’t, of course. Once my bladder gets too full, crossed legs while sitting actually works against me. I would’ve given anything to have been able to pull my feet up and sit on them, but instead I uncrossed my legs and kept my thighs squeezed together.

I lasted another thirty minutes before I couldn’t resist the urge to squirm anymore. I stood up, which was THE WORST. My bladder felt so stretched and my muscles shook with the effort to keep it all in. I blushed noticeably as I mumbled that I was going to the bathroom. I’ll never not blush at that.

I rushed inside and tiptoed my way to the bathroom, which, of course, was on the other side of the house. The proximity just made it worse and I was whining to myself as I scrambled to get everything undone in time.

I just barely made it. I about died thinking that if I’d waited another five minutes to go, I’d probably have wet myself outside.

The rest of the evening was wholly pleasant. Over the next couple hours, I drank a liter of Diet Coke. I left at two a.m. and on the way home, I drank another. By the time I got home, I was desperate again. I’d held long enough earlier that it most certainly could be considered a second round.

I was lucky to have even made it inside the house. I squirmed the whole way in, breathing heavy with effort. It was all I could do to turn on all the lights, put the dogs up, take my shoes off and get the damn camera out. I mean, if I’m going to be alone all weekend, I might as well take advantage.

I proceeded to have a spectacular accident.

Go to check the camera…and yeah, the last bit didn’t record. Of course not, haha. So here is a clip of me squirming to keep it all in and some aftermath pics.