Developmental Biology
Date Published: August 25, 2015, 3:58am
Written By: satyr
Preface
I’ve been publishing this story onomorashi.orgfor a while. I thought I’d try and post it here too. That forum is a lot more focused on the sexual side of things. I understand this one is supposed to be more innocent and nonsexual. This story contains some sexual material, but I’ll try to post only the nonsexual, or at least not overtly sexual parts. Please know that I don’t intend to break the rules, but I’m not sure what you count as “hardcore” or “vulgar.” If anything I post is deemed as such, please don’t discount the whole story. Those parts can be removed, and I’ll do my best to self-moderate on that point. The whole story can be readhere.
This story exists in a world where the nerves between girls’ bladders and their brains mature much slower than in boys (hence developmental biology). Thus girls potty train in their teens, while boys potty train as in our world. That’s the only premise that departs from our world, but the story explores the consequences of this change.
This is really several stories set in the same universe. There are traditional narrative fiction parts, as well as fictional nonfiction like newspaper editorials and scientific papers.
Reading it over again, I see that most of the more innocent stuff is contained in the “nonfiction” parts; the other parts allude to other parts of adolescence/teenage like falling in love and exploring your sexuality, although I don’t think in a very vulgar manner. If anyone wants to look the original story over, and tell me if there are any parts you feel are appropriate to post here and which aren’t, that’d be swell. I understand if you don’t have the time though. Without further ado, part one.
Yellow Pages: How one teenager’s potty-training blog became an internet phenomenon.
Newspaper clipping fromThe New York Times, May 9, 2014, by Lila Wu
Andrea Anderson is sixteen, she goes to a high school in an ordinary Midwestern town, and, like other girls her age, she is trying to “get dry.” There is nothing in particular that stands out about Andrea, but her blog, which she launched two years ago at the age of fourteen, has become an internet phenomenon after being featured on influential websites likeBuzzFeed.comand The Huffington Post. “It just kind of exploded out of nowhere, and suddenly my traffic spiked from hundreds of views per day to tens of thousands,” says Andrea. The website is laid out like any other blog, but across the top runs a long row with narrow columns. The columns represent days and nights, with moon and sun symbols above them. Every column is colored white for dry, or yellow for wet. Andrea updates the blog every day, and on yellow days, the entire background of the site turns yellow. “For me, it was like, just a record for my own purposes in the beginning. But then a few people started commenting, and I thought, ‘Hey, this might be something other people have an interest in.’”
Andrea says that she wants to lift the taboo on something that is a normal part of growing up as a teenage girl. “Many people have told me how brave I am to be putting this up publicly. In the beginning it wasn’t so scary, because only my closest friends knew about it and we were all supporting each other, all going through the same thing. But when I became aware that there was a growing audience, it felt a little humiliating. I never lie. If I have an accident, even to this day, it’s there on the website the same day. But I think it shouldn’t be embarrassing. Every great man, every world leader, all of them were born incontinent. It’s totally normal. Just because girls take a longer time to stay dry shouldn’t mean we should have to feel embarrassed by it.”
Andrea’s mother, Patricia Anderson, says she couldn’t be more proud of her daughter. “She’s always been like this. She has a natural confidence and she doesn’t shy away from potentially embarrassing herself. My hope as a parent is that I’ve taught my children how to be comfortable in their own skin, no matter who they are. You shouldn’t have to be ashamed of what you are as long as you don’t harm anyone. And Andrea is just a regular girl going through the same things you and I went through at her age.” Andrea’s older brother, who declined an interview, is openly gay. Patricia says they knew from a young age that he was different from the other boys, and when they found out why, they embraced it and encouraged him not to let himself be picked on for being open about his sexual orientation. “Openness runs in the family,” Anderson says.
The website was featured on several popular blogs and websites in January, and by February it had spread through social media and become a phenomenon. Andrea changed the title from the personal “Andrea’s Diary” toAlltheDaysandNights.com, and opened a web forum for other teen girls going through continence training to discuss their challenges, their victories and defeats, or just chat about anything in the “Off Topic” section. “I realized a lot of girls have a need to talk to peers about these things, but it may be too much for them to do so with people they know. Allowing them to discuss it on their own terms without revealing their real names, I think, has helped a lot of girls.”
We corresponded with several forum members via e-mail, and they all spoke warmly about the site, and told anecdotes about how the support they’d received online had helped them deal with their own accidents. In addition, they said, they could share tips on how to get dry, or what brands of protection to wear, or just chat about anything. The forum, which opened in February, now boasts an impressive 40,000 members.
“I think Andrea’s initiative is fantastic, but the humiliation girls feel about accidents is often stronger in their heads than in everyone else’s,” said Adam Jamesmith, Professor of Child Psychology at the University of Columbia. “We’ve done research, surveys, interviews with common people, and all this data indicates that most people have a neutral or sympathetic stand when it comes to diapers, accidents and the potentially humiliating situations that can arise when girls are learning to stay dry. Nevertheless, I think anything that helps spread awareness and understanding directly to the girls is a good thing. Those who have an especially rough time can set themselves up for future psychological issues if they don’t find someone, anyone who is understanding, to talk to about these things.”
For her part, Andrea says, “I’m just happy that out of the 28 days and nights that appear at the top of my site, there are 55 white squares. I’m not happy, but honest enough to admit there is one yellow night.” She says that once she is done with accidents for good, she will continue to maintain the on-line community she has built into adulthood.
Raining in a summer dress
ByAndrea,posted inAndrea’s DiaryonAugust 5, 2013 at 10:09 PM
The background today tells it all. I wet myself today. It’s been a while since I had a daywetting accident and I kinda hoped it had gone away, but you can never count out my own stupidity.
Today was a warm day, and I picked out a flowery summer dress I put on and went to the park with a few of my friends, and with a couple of boys. One of them is very cute, but I won’t say which of them, because I know he might read this blog. Just food for thought, you two, haha. I love teasing boys like that, but I really wish cutie would ask me out. On the other hand I don’t even know if he likes me so I’m too afraid to flirt too much with him. You’d think I wouldn’t have any embarrassment left after telling the entire world, potentially, every time I have an accident, but I still get shy around boys and afraid they’ll reject me and that would be so humiliating. Everyone would know that Andrea got rejected by so-and-so by the next school day, and that’s more humiliating than everyone knowing that today, Andrea had an accident. After all most of my friends still aren’t completely dry, so who are they to make fun, and as for the boys, if they want any chance of getting with the girls they like, they better know when to keep their mouths shut.
Anyway, we went to the park and had a little picnic. I brought two large bottles of water, but still I was sweating like mad in the sun, and we were like playing with frisbees and the guys strung a tightrope between two trees and tried to teach us how to walk it, but all of us just fell of into the grass and laughed. Needless to say, I was thirsty all day and so constantly sipping on some drink. There was an ice cream vendor there as well and all of us bought ice cream. It was really lovely. I had so much fun I totally forgot my#1principle for not having an accident: if you feel that little twinge in your stomach, start looking for bathrooms. There were no public bathrooms in the park (they’re usually disgusting anyway), but I didn’t even think about it, I just kept drinking. My friend Kayla fell off the tightrope and started laughed so much she said she’d pee herself, but she didn’t.
When we’d been there for some hours, a few clouds came over the sun and it got a little colder. We’ve been spoiled by good weather so we all felt like it was cold even though it was still warm according to the temperature, so we decided to head home. We parted ways with the boys and me and two girlfriends sat out for the bus station, where we’d catch our bus. So when I got there I realized that my bladder was uncomfortably full, and I saw there was a bathroom about fifty feet away, but just then a bus pulled in and we’d have to wait another fifteen minutes if we didn’t get on. Stupid me didn’t ask my friends to wait fifteen short minutes so that I could go pee in a toilet, instead of my panties. So we got on the bus, and as soon as I got in my seat, I started squirming. I just couldn’t sit still. I tried to hide it, but my friends aren’t exactly unfamiliar with the signs of a girl in need of a pee, so there was no fooling them. “Andrea, do you need to pee?” One of them asked, and I just nodded and put my hand in my lap. She said she had to pee a little bit too, but I didn’t think she was as bad off as me. The bus trudged along, and at every damn stop, someone was either getting on or off. If the bus drove straight it would be a fifteen minute journey, but instead it was more like twenty-five. Well, I thought, I can do this easily. It’s less than half an hour, and then a short walk to my house. I’m too old to pee my panties.
When we were approaching my stop, it was clear it was gonna be a close call. I had to sneak my hand under my dress, shooting an apologetic look at my friend in the seat beside me. She understood. She couldn’t sit still either. I felt like there was an ocean inside me, and my muscles were really hanging on for dear life. I hadn’t been since this morning.
Finally, we got to my stop and my friend and I got off the bus. Walking was painful. Every step felt like a sledgehammer was bearing down on my poor little bladder. It’s not even a very small bladder, I was just stupid enough not to empty it all day. So we were walking carefully to my house, and I was stopping every now and then to cross my legs. My friend was also doing a little pee-pee dance and asking me to please hurry up, so she could pee at my house. We got to my street and I live at the end of one of those dead ends with a little square for cars to turn around. I was very close now, both to my house and to an accident. I tried to speed up a bit. My friend followed. Then I felt a little leak. I felt it wet my panties, and a few drops slid down my leg. It wasn’t visible on my dress yet. I walked on. I could see my house, and I was sure I was gonna make it. Then I felt a little leak again, and I thought if I just stop and clench, this will be the last of it and I’ll make it. But when I stopped, I couldn’t hold it. I couldn’t stop the leak. The pee just kept pouring out, into my panties, and then started dripping down on the concrete. I had no control whatsoever, and, blushing, I just spread my legs so my summer dress wouldn’t get wet. And peed.
“Oh my god,” said my friend. She was standing there crossing her legs and holding the crotch of her jeans shorts while I peed. I didn’t really say anything or try to hold on at that point, I had lost. I peed so much I had to squat down wide and hold my dress up like a little girl so it wouldn’t go in my shoes. Picture that: a fifteen-year-old girl squatting in the middle of the street, with a pee puddle below her, peeing her heart out with her wet panties on display for all the neighbors. It was so embarrassing. But the point of this site is that it shouldn’t be. I mean, at the time I felt humiliated, but I know it’s normal. It could happen to anybody. Writing this now, I’m not ashamed.
So I finally finished, and my friend begged me to run with her to my house before she had an accident too. I won’t describe the feeling of those wet panties clinging to my privates as I walked in detail, because I know some of you pervy boys at school would enjoy that too much. You can fap to someone else, guys! Except for… No, I’m not even going there. Cute boy I hung out with today, it’s up to you if you wanna date the girl who sat like a toddler and peed in her driveway today.
I walked calmly to my front door, cheeks flushed, while my friend was squirming around as she followed. Luckily, nothing showed on my dress, but there was a trail of drops after me and my legs were wet. We walked in the front door and I said to my friend, “At least one of us made it.” I went to my room for a change while she ran to the bathroom. She was in there for a long time. Finally I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in and clean myself up. She said the door was unlocked. My friend was sitting on the toilet, with her shorts and panties down. Her eyes were puffy like she’d been crying. She was looking down, and I looked down and saw that her pink thong was wet, and there was a little puddle around her shorts, right there in front of the toilet bowl. “I couldn’t get them down in time,” she said. She was sniveling. I gave her a hug and told her what I just did was much more embarrassing. I think we both cried, it was just a very emotional scene. Damn hormones.
“You don’t understand,” she said. “I was going to throw away the pull-ups for good if I could go a month without an accident. Today was day 29.” I told her if it happens once a month, so what? You don’t need protection for that. Soon enough it’s going to be once every other month, and then it’s going to stop happening at all. I was sort of hormonal, you know that time of the month, so of course we both got very emotional, but eventually we sorted it out. We were both going to shower (SEPERATELY!!! Don’t think dirty boys!) and then she could borrow some dry clothes from me.
So we did and hung out together for the rest of the day, watching tv and chatting and drinking ice tea (which reminds me, I have to be careful to go before bed tonight) until now, when I’m writing this. I went out and looked and my puddle had dried off in the sun. The dress and panties are in the washer. My mom doesn’t know yet but I’m sure she’ll read this. She likes to snoop and I admit I’m making it way too easy for her with this blog.
Until next time, stay dry girls,
Andrea