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To try to find out if they would really work, I used to wear them while I did my home work and see if I could wet myself. It was quite an open topic where mom would remind me to put them on and ask me if I had managed it. Weird hey. I started intentionally holding and having accidents in random places and loved getting caught in wet pants. My favorite place to play my secret hold it games was at school and I did it often. I know, peeing schoolgirl is so cliche, but there was something so very exciting about trying to not pee myself at my desk. I secretly loved teachers who were strict with bathroom breaks and occasionally went to class bursting knowing I'd be denied permission to use the girls room. H: A couple meet in the hotel bar and she invites him up to her room, where there's a large whirlpool bath…I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better."

At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. Between the ages of 12-15, I was friends with a girl who lived across the road from me, Shelley, who was a year younger. Growing up, I obeyed the unwritten rule in my household that this wasn’t something to discuss. I just wish the approach had been different. If my kid was wetting the bed, I wouldn’t try and ignore it. At night, I transformed into a mouse that changed the sheets silently at 3am or stayed awake during sleepovers with friends so that I wouldn’t fall asleep and have an accident. Babe," Damien said. "I'm really sorry about this, but...I think we just hit traffic. I know you don't feel well, um, but...there's a spare bag in the trunk if you feel like queasy and-" Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never."

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Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony. My biggest fear was my friends finding out. Eventually when I was 17, they did, and the taunts and bullying started. That period of my life damaged me for good. I was so hurt that people were having a laugh at my expense. It made me stronger though. I often think that if I could cop that and come through relatively unscathed, I don’t need to worry. Mental health