Kat The Cheetleader - Part 2
KAT THE CHEERLEADER - PART 2
****My story is part true and part fantasy****
KAT THE CHEERLEADER - PART 2
Summer Cheerleader Camp
Once school was out Nancy and I had only a few days before we went to cheerleading camp. It was a two-hour trip and Nancy’s mom said she would take us and my mom said she would pick us up. Early Monday morning my mom dropped me off at Nancy’s house with my bags all packed. Since camp was going to last four weeks they made sure that a laundry room was available for all of us so that we didn’t need to take a change of clothes for the full four weeks. I used the toilet and then spent the next thirty minutes helping Nancy and her mom load the car for the trip. At last we were on our way.
Nancy was almost 5 feet 4 inches, almost 5 inches taller than I am. She looked every bit her age of 17 while I still looked more like 12 instead of 17. She had light brown hair that hung down to her shoulder and often had it pulled back in a single ponytail. My hair was a sandy brown with a touch of light red hair that I got from my grandmothers side of the family. Today I had my hair pulled back in pigtails, and even though it made me look even younger, I always like wearing my hair that way. When let down my hair was just below my shoulders.
Nancy had a small ice chest in the back seat sitting on the floorboard of the car between us and opening it took out a soda and offered it to me. Seeing the look on my face she said, “Don’t worry Kat. Just let my mom know you when you need for us to stop and she will find a place for us.” Assured of that I took the soda. Just over thirty minutes after drinking the soda, I felt the pain of my bladder and knew I had better tell her mom right away. I let it be known that I needed to go very badly. I said that I didn’t think I could hold it more than five minutes, which was true.
Nancy’s mom started looking for a place to pull off. Each mile down the road got worse for me. The pain was getting to the finally breaking point. I began to cry out that I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer at all. Nancy’s mom told me to try and hold on just one more mile, as there was an exit she could take. Nancy moved the ice chest to the other side of her and moved next to me and tried to encourage me to hold on just a little longer. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I appreciated what she was doing but it didn’t prevent what was about to happen. I had my hands on my crotch and pressed my legs tight together to try and hold it all back.
I suddenly cried out, “Oh no, no, no.”
Nancy knew what was happening to me. “Mom, just pull over anywhere you can, Kat can’t hold it any longer.” But it was to late. I felt my warm pee in my hands as my shorts where getting soaked. I was in tears because I had peed my pants in my friend’s car with her mom. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to look at either of them. The car finally came to a stop but by then it was way to late. Nancy’s mom got out of the car and came around to where I was sitting and opened the door so that she could take care of me.
“Oh dear,” she said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop sooner. Let me get a change of clothes for you out of your bag.”
She went to the trunk of the car, opened it, pulled out my bag, opening she found and brought me a clean pair of panties and shorts for me to wear. She also got a bed sheet so that Nancy could put it over the windows of the car so I could change with somewhat a form of privacy and a towel for me to clean myself with. After putting the sheet up around the windows on the driver side of the car, Nancy and her mom stood just outside the opened car door where I was seated, but they had their back to me. I laid down on the car seat, much like a baby would, and pulled off my wet shorts and panties and placed them on the floorboard of the car.
I then took the towel that Nancy’s mom had given me and dried myself the best I could. I then wiped the car seat with the towel so that I would be able to sit back down without getting wet. At least the car seats were not made of cloth. I then took the fresh pair of panties and slid them on and then the shorts that had been given me. In order for them to fit me better, I got out of the car and stood by the door and adjusted my clothes. After I had gotten my clothes adjusted we gathered my wet clothes and put them in a plastic bag to have washed one day during camp. Once everything was somewhat back to normal, we were back on our trip.
I was still crying softly when Nancy and her mom told me that accidents happen and not to worry about it. Now that I was seventeen those words didn’t make me feel much better. Nancy then said, “Kat, I know you feel bad about what happened, but it does happen to others also.” She stopped for a moment, as though she was trying to find the right words. “Kat, promise you wont tell any one this, but it happened to me also not that long ago.” I looked at Nancy’s mom and she saw me through the rear view mirror and say, “Yes, that’s right. Sometimes people just can’t hold it no matter what.” I promised Nancy that no one would find out about it from me and she said the same for me. I made the rest of the trip without any more problems.
Nancy and I were lucky and got to bunk in the same cabin. She took the top bunk and I took the bottom one. We were having a great time at camp. We had even made a few new friends from other parts of the state and promised to write one another during the coming school year and let the other know how things were going.
During the first week, I had only a few close calls but was able to make it to the toilets each time, though sometimes my panties and shorts would be just a little bit wet. At least it was not so bad that any one would notice what had happened. Also I didn’t have any problems at night. Waking up dry each morning would seem like a strange victory for a seventeen-year-old girl, but not for me. I thought to myself that I was going to make it all the way through the camp without any major problems. I guess that is what I get for thinking
During the second week, I had three major wetting accidents, but once again, I was lucky and no one noticed what had happened, except for Nancy one of the times. She and I would spend lots of our free time together and she did encourage me the best that she could. At least I was still dry during the night.
It was Monday morning of the third week that I woke up and was thinking of the day ahead. My thoughts were broken when Nancy moved about and then said, “Oh no.” She got up quickly and ran out of the cabin. When I got out of bed, I noticed what looked like drops of water on the floor near our beds. I was trying to think why she would react like she did for a moment or two. Then it came to me that she must have wet her bed during the night. I stood on my bed and checked her sheet, and sure enough, they were wet.
I suddenly realized that she had ran off without any change of clothes. I then got my change of clothes for the day and a change for Nancy since she ran off without hers. I then went to the shower stalls and found her wet clothes on the floor near where she was taking her shower. I placed her change of clothes on a bench with my clothes next to hers. I asked her if she was ok, but she just nodded her head yes, though I knew she was not. I know, because I have been there myself many a time during the past year.
Once we got dressed me made our way back to our cabin, but she didn’t speak a word all the way back. Once the last of the other girls left to go take a shower, I quickly went to work, showing Nancy how best to fix her bed. Together, we turned the mattress over, and then I had her get some of her clothes that she put aside to be washed, and placed them on the mattress and the wet sheet on top of them. I had found early that this help keep the dry side of the mattress from getting wet from the sheets. I kept wondering if she was going to ask me how I knew this, but she never did. If she had, I guess I would have had to tell her, but I really didn’t want to. We had just finished with her bed when a few of the other girls returned.
It rest of the morning went slower than usual; at least it seemed that way to me. Nancy and I had been able to talk anymore and I knew I would have to wait until lunchtime. When lunch was served we found a place all to ourselves in the lunchroom. Once we got seated Nancy then said, “Now I can understand why being called a baby by Rhonda upset you so. I can’t believe that I did that last night. God, I wish I knew why it happened.”
“Like you and your mom told me on the way here, accidents do happen from time to time and sometimes there is no way of knowing why it happens. And I like you Nancy so you don’t have to worry about anyone finding out from me what happened.”
“I like you also Kat, and the things you have had to go through will be my secret also.” We talked until our lunchtime was over. It was during one of our break that I had another full wetting accidents. I ran to my cabin changed my clothes and then rejoined Nancy for the rest of our break time. As far as I knew, Nancy was the only one that knew what happened to me. It was not until evening that we got to be by ourselves again but we spent most of the time just talking about the different things we had learn during the sessions.
The next morning when I woke up I noticed that the stain on the mattress above me had gotten bigger than the morning before. The only thing I could think of is that she must have wet her bed again. This time I was up before she was so I shook her so that she would wake up before any of the other girls did. When she did finally wake up she cried, “Oh god, not again.”
We both got a change of clothes and went to the shower stalls together and once finished showering and getting dress we came back as the other were just beginning to get out of bed. Once they had all left once again I helped Nancy fix her bed. It was while we were doing it that one of the councilors came into the cabin and came to where we were. She asked, which one of us was in the top bunk, Nancy said she was.
The councilor then took her to the office leaving me alone in the cabin. The others had already come and gone before Nancy got back. I stayed behind and waited for Nancy. When she did come back she said nothing, but the look on her face told me she was not very happy. I tried to talk with her but she refused so we went and joined the others for breakfast and then the activities for the day.
By the end of the day she was feeling much better. However, before going to bed she left and was gone for almost thirty minutes. She didn’t tell me where she was going, and said nothing when she returned. It was not until the lights where turned off that she took off her clothes and put her nightgown on. Once in bed we where both asleep in no time.
When I woke up the next morning I looked at the mattress above me and didn’t see any changes so I thought to myself that she had a good night. It was then that I begin to sense that something was not right. I then realized that I had wet my bed during the night. I quickly got out of bed, grabbing a change of clothes, and ran to the shower stalls. I was about half way finished with my shower when Nancy came in to take her shower.
“Why didn’t you wake me before leaving?” she asked, then seeing my wet clothes on the bench said, “Oh.”
I turned to reply when I saw her taking her nightgown off. What she had on underneath I had never seen before. “What are you wearing?” I said without thinking.
Not looking me in the eyes she said, “GoodNites. They are making me wear them every night so that I don’t mess up the bed.”
“Really,” I said.
“Yes,” she replied, still not looking me in the eye, “and they work because it happened again to me last night but this time my bed was dry. By the way, Kat, you left so fast you left your bed sheets back and I noticed that you had an accident last night. I pulled the sheet back up so the others wouldn’t see what happened.”
I told her thanks and waited till she had finished her shower to walk back to the cabin with her. Once back in the cabin I fixed my bed like I had done Nancy’s the past two mornings. After finishing we then went for breakfast and then prepared for the activities planned for the rest of the day. Nothing was said anymore about what she wore during the night. Even though I knew they were called GoodNites, there was no getting around that they were diapers for teens.
Things were going good for me until near the end of our last session for the day. The painful urge that only gives me about five minutes to find a toilet hit me at a time in which I was not allowed to leave. I held it the best I could but no matter what I did the pain got worse. Because I was in the process of doing a performance, I was not able to hold it the five minutes I normal would be able. It was in the middle of one of my jumps that I lost complete control and started peeing myself in front of everyone. I stopped what I had been doing and just stood there as pee flowed down my legs.
With tears in my eyes I quickly ran to my cabin and changed my clothes. This time, everyone around me knew what had happened and there was no way to keep it a secret. Once the session was over Nancy came back to the cabin to check on me. She found me sitting on my bed crying my eyes out. She came over and sat down next to me and tried her best to help me cope. I didn’t feel like eating but Nancy insisted so we then went to the lunchroom for our evening meal.
After all the activities where over for the day we were back in our cabin writing letters to send home. Nancy once again left for about thirty minutes and returned without saying a word. A short time later, the lights were out and we were all in our bunks once again asleep. Once again, she waited until the lights where out to put on her nightgown.
Waking up Thursday morning, I once again realized that I had wet my bed again. This time I got my change of clothes, woke Nancy up, and told her I was going to take my shower. A few minutes later Nancy joined me in the shower stalls. She knew I had wet my bed again and I noticed that what she was wearing during the night was also wet. At least her bed was dry.
Once back in the cabin, while the other girls were gone, one of the councilors came into our cabin. When asked who was on the bottom bunk I said that I was. This time I was the one that was to go to the office with the councilor. Not knowing what to expect I was shaking all over. Once in the office she had me take a seat and began to ask me questions. Most of the questions had to do with how camp was going for me and how I liked it. At first the questions were not so bad but then that all changed when she started talking about my nighttime wetting accidents.
“Kathryn, your mom did let us know that you might have a night time accident so we have been checking from time to time in your cabin just in case you did. We didn’t know which bunk you were in so we checked them all. In fact the first time we found a bed wet in your cabin we thought it might have been yours but as it turned out it was not. However, this morning we did find that yours was wet from last night.”
I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t look the councilor in the eyes while she talked to me. Moreover, I was still shaking all over because I was so nervous.
“Now don’t be ashamed, Kathryn,” she said to me. “These things do happen from time to time and in fact there are several other girls in a few of the other cabins that have been having this problem since the first week here. They are doing fine now in spite of what is happening because we did what we could to make it easier for them. And we did the same for Nancy and will do the same for you also.”
I slowly lifted my eyes up to meet hers. I replied weakly, “You mean what she was wearing?”
“Yes, Kathryn, you am going to have to wear GoodNites each night until camp session is over. I will need you to come here about thirty minutes before light are to be turned off.”
“I really don’t want to wear them,” I said weakly.
“Well, do you want to wake up in a wet bed and have all the other girls find out about? They will at least keep your clothes dry, beside; you have no chose concerning this.”
I was so nervous that without any warning from my bladder I started wetting myself. There was no way I could hide what had happened as my shorts were soaking wet.
“Oh dear, Kathryn, tell me, how often does this happened?” She looked at me before and answered and said, “I do know that it happened yesterday also, but what about before that?”
I had to tell her, no matter how much I didn’t want to, that it has happened several times since the very first day that camp started. We sat in her office another thirty minutes or so talking when she finally said that the best thing for me to do was to wear the Goodnites both day and night. She said that if I didn’t have an accident that was good but if I did then I would not have to be embarrassed in front of the other girls.
“Well, I can’t let you go back to your cabin like you are without the other girls knowing what has happened. I want you to stay here and I will go and get you a change of clothes. Do you have a friend that you can trust to give them to me?”
I replied that Nancy was my friend and that she would give her some of my clothes. While she was gone, I looked down at my white shorts, and even though they were dry, there was a stain that showed.
Soon the councilor returned with a change of clothes for me. She also brought me a wet washrag and a towel to dry off with once I cleaned myself. She had me go into another room to change so I could do so in private. Once cleaned, I put on a pair of my new pull-ups and them my clothes over them. Before I left, I was told to return any time I needed a change. I went back to the cabin and joined Nancy. Neither one of talked much during the day. My first day in Goodnites went good. By the end of the day, they were damp but not soaking wet. For the most part, I was able to make it to the toilet during the day.
Once again, Nancy and I spent as much time together as we could. It seems that we were bonding very fast, especially since we both were having the same problem at night. We talked about many things but nothing was said about what we both had to wear at night. This time, Nancy and I both left the cabin about thirty minutes before the light were to be turned off. When we got to the councilors office, we found about six or seven other girls there also.
Most were younger than we were; only one seemed to be about our age. We all waited in one room waiting for our turn to enter the office. Nancy and I were the last ones to be called. When it was my turn, Nancy said she would wait for me and we could got back to the cabin together. A short time later I left the office and Nancy and I walked back to our cabin. We both waited until the lights were out to put our nightgown over our Goodnites. It was not long until once again we were fast asleep.
When morning came I was the first one up and woke Nancy up and we got a change of clothes and went to take our shower. It was not until we were ready to take our shower that we even checked our pull-ups. It was no surprise for me to find that mine was wet but Nancy was still upset that she had wet hers again.
After we had finished our shower and got dressed, I told her I would be right back and left her as she walked toward our cabin.
Having been given a Goodnite to wear by the councilor, she left the room for a few minutes so that I could put them on in private. Once done, I made my way back to be with Nancy.
Once in the cabin she wanted to know what I had to do. Since no one else was around I lowered the waist band on my shorts and showed her that I was wearing Goodnites.
“Why are you wearing them again?” she asked.
“The councilor thinks it best I wear them during the day since I had that accident yesterday as well as the other times.” Not saying anything else we went on our way to take part in the activities for the day.
During the rest of the third week and all of the fourth and final week of camp we both continued to wake up with wet Goodnites. The first few days that I was wearing my Goodnites I didn’t need them but soon I was glad I had them on as I had another daytime accident but this time no one knew but me. During the final week of camp I had to go and have my Goodnites changed during the daytime three or four times. Since I was wearing them I got to the point of not even trying to hold it back when I felt the urge. It felt good not to fight the pain of needing to pee. Even Nancy didn’t know how often I would wet myself during the day, though she did know that I had wet them a few times.
The final day of camp had arrived and once again all our bags were packed for our trip home. Once my mom arrived we loaded up the car and headed home. Both Nancy and I talked about how great the camp was and how much fun we had and all the neat stuff that we had learned and friends that we had made all across the state.
We had been traveling almost an hour and a half when I suddenly started wetting myself. It was not until this happened that I realized that I didn’t put a Goodnite on for the trip home. I gave out a soft cry of “Oh no.” Mom knew by that sound of mine what had happened.
“Kat, why didn’t you tell me you needed me to stop someplace?”
“I didn’t know I needed to. It just happened all at once.”
Once again I was in tears and Nancy moved over and held me tight and tried to comfort me by telling me that everything was going to be all right. I knew that for some reason, with her placing her arm around me, I felt much better. My tears stopped, though it was hard for me to think straight, as I was sitting next to my best friend with wet pants on. Mom found a place to pull over and got me a change of clothes out of the truck. Once again I had to change myself in the back seat of a car, this time with my mom and best friend. However, my mom helped me get cleaned and she helped me get dressed and soon we were on our way once again.
Once at Nancy’s house we got her bags and helped her take them inside her house. I said my good-byes and then got back in the car and went home with mom.
Once at home we got all my clothes and put them all in the washing machine to be washed. As we unpacked everything mom noticed a single GoodNites I had. When asked about them I told her that the councilor gave them to me to wear at night since I had an accident. What I didn’t tell her yet, was they I had been wearing them during the day also. I had put in my bag before I needed to be changed all the time one. I don’t know why I kept it but now I was glad I had.
She asked me how well did they work and I told her that it kept my bed dry the rest of the time at camp and that they were needed because I continued to have accidents from the middle of the third week until the last day at camp. It was then she asked me if I would like to continue to wear them now that I am home. Without thinking about it, I said yes because it was a lot better than waking up with wet clothes on and in a wet bed. Since I only had one mom would need to get more soon.
A few hours later I was in the kitchen with mom having a snack when suddenly I started wetting myself again.
“Kat, my girl” mom said, “what’s happening to you? Don’t you know when you need to go?”
Almost in tears I replied, “No, I didn’t know I needed to go.” I was almost in tears, not because I was wet, but because I was afraid mom was getting mad at me. Seeing the tears in my eyes, she come to me and gave me a hug. “Dear, I’m not mad at you. It just that I was surprised. Usually this only happens when we are out, not here at home.” Giving me a kiss on the cheek she then said, “Now, go get changed while I clean up.”
Several hours later, I was in bed wearing my Goodnites that I had taken from camp. When I woke up the next morning they were wet. This was the most mornings that I could remember waking up wet. It was now almost two weeks without one dry night. At least my Goodnite kept my bed dry.
Sunday was a quiet day and I spent most of my time in my room. I had to change my clothes before going to the kitchen for lunch, as I didn’t want mom to see that I had wet myself again. Before the day was over, I had wet myself three more times before going to bed, but was able to hide it from mom. During the day mom went to the store and got several packages of Goodnites for me to wear at night.
When I woke up Monday morning, my Goodnite was wet, but I still went to the kitchen to tell mom bye, as she left for work. Once she had left I went back to my room and changed clothes for the day. I took all my clothes I had wet the past two days, washed, and dried them. During the day I had wet myself twice by accident and once when I just didn’t want to move from what I was doing.
I was in the living room watching TV when mom returned home from work. As she came in the door, I got up and went to give her a hug. Just as I got to her I saw her look down at my shorts, causing me to do likewise. I was surprised to see that I was wet, as I didn’t remember it happening. She saw that I was surprised and asked if I was okay. I replied that I was. I went and changed my clothes and then went and waited for mom to fix supper.
It was after supper when I was helping mom with the dishing that I felt the need to pee. I knew if I stopped I might make it to the bathroom, but I had gotten use to not wanting to hold it, so, without another thought started peeing right where I was standing.
“Kat, what is happening?” Looking at me, and the puddle I was making on the kitchen floor. She continued, “I know about the clothes that you tried to hide that were wet. I left them to see if you would wash them on your own, which I noticed that you had. Well, what have you to say?”
“I don’t know mom,” I said, “it just happens before I know it.” Which most of the time was the truth.
“Tell me, did you have any daytime accidents while at camp?”
“Yes,” I said, “I had several during camp.”
“What did they have you do, dear?”
“Except for Nancy, I was able to keep it from everyone else.” I didn’t want to tell her the full story of me having to wear the GoodNites all day long.
“Well, go get changed out of those wet clothes.”
Like a good little girl, I did as I was told, though for a seventeen year old, I was at a point where it no longer bothered me when I was wet. I guess it all started that last week and a half at camp when I no longer had to fight the fear of wetting myself in front of others. It didn’t take me long to get use to using the Goodnites that they gave me. The nice thing about them is that they looked like regular panties.
The next day was not much different as I continued to wet my clothes. I had changed just a few minutes before mom got home, so when she came in she saw that my shorts were dry. Before settling down, she said that she needed to a little shopping. We were soon at the store shopping. We had been gone just over an hour when I suddenly felt the urge that I needed to pee. I stood there with my legs tight together while I stood next to mom and started wetting myself. Mom turned to look at something else and say me while I was still wetting my shorts.
I stood there biting my lower lip, not wanting to look up at mom. The thing was, I was not upset that people would see that I had wet myself. This was way different than how I use to act. At least I didn’t look like a seventeen year old, and for that I was glad. I don’t know why or how, but didn’t mind wetting myself any more, even while in public. And to tell the truth, I wanted to continue to wet myself, even when I knew I might could make it to the toilet in time.
“Kat, get in the car right away. I will finish up quickly and be right there.” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was not very happy. It was just a short time before mom was in the car with me. Before she started the car, she turned to me.
“Kat, now tell me the truth. How did you handle this while at camp? It is plain to me that there is now way you could hide it from everyone.”
I finally broke down and told her that they made me wear the Goodnites both day and night for the last week and a half at camp.
“Well, why didn’t you tell me that from the beginning?” She asked with concern in her voice.
“I was afraid that you might be upset with me. I mean you will have to get me more Goodnites to use at night and lots more if I was to use them during the day.”
“Dear, there is no way I would be upset with having to get them for you to use all the time. Once we get home, I think that you had better start wearing them during the day until things are back to normal for you. Don’t you think so?”
Not wanting to sound to disappointed, I agreed with mom. While I would not mind wearing them at times during the day, I still liked how it felt to wet my panties and shorts.
On the way back home, we made one more stop. This time at a drug store and mom went in while I stayed in the car. She came back to the car with several more packages of GoodNites. She said she would get them as often as she needed. She wanted me to let her know anytime I started getting low. In fact, she wanted to know right away when I opened the last package I had so that she could get more. Once back home she reminded to be sure put on a pair of the Goodnites.
The next day, when mom got home, she told me that she had got on the internet at work and found some teen diapers and ordered them for me.
During the next week I continued to wake up with wet Goodnites on and would need to change them during the day at least three times, sometimes more sometimes less, much depended on what I was doing and how much I had drank during the day. At least my bed and clothes were staying dry.
It had been almost two weeks since camp when Nancy called and wanted to know if I would like to spend several days with her at her house. My mom said it would be all right since Nancy already knew about my accidents. I then went and packed for a few nights stay. Although I had my drivers’ license, Mom dropped me off at Nancy’s house on Thursday evening and was to pick me up Sunday evening. My dad was away on business and would be gone for several more months. Mom said that she would call him later in the day and see if it would be okay if I drove his work car till he got back.
Once I got my bags in Nancy’s room, she asked me if I still needed to wear the Goodnites to bed at night. I hung my head down and shyly said yes. She then said, “Don’t worry about that. I am still having to also. They are taking me to a doctor next week to see why it’s happening so until then I have to wear them also.”
We spent the rest of the evening watching movies and then went to her room to get ready for bed. I was so use to wearing Goodnites during the day that I had forgotten that I had them on until I was getting undressed for the night. It was then that Nancy noticed that I had them on and it was not hard for her to guess that they were wet.
“I didn’t know you where still having to wear those during the day time also.”
“Well,” I replied, not wanting to look her in the eyes, “it all started while at camp. They made me wear them after I had that accident and then once at home when I had several more accident mom started making me wear them all the time.”
“Hey, if it helps, don’t knock it,” was her reply. Without another word, we both finished dressing for bed.
“By the way,” I said, “where am I going to sleep?”
“Well my bed is big enough for the both of us. Do you mind sleeping in the same bed with me?”
“No, of course not.”
Once in bed with the lights out we talked a little and then went to sleep. It was still dark when I woke up just a little bit and realized that Nancy was facing me and laying next to me with one of her arms over me with her hand placed between my legs. I felt so comfortable that I soon was back asleep.
When morning arrived I woke up to Nancy playing with my hair. I rolled over toward her and smiled and she returned the smile. She then asked me if she could kiss me on the cheek. I blushed and then said sure. She moved closer to me and gently kissed me on the cheek. I then reached for her and pulled her close to me and held her tight next to me. It was a feeling I had never felt before and I liked it very much. With our arms wrapped around each other we laid in bed a little longer enjoying the feeling of being close to each other.
When we got out of bed, our Goodnites needed changing. Getting dressed for the day, I had put another Goodnite on and was pulling my shorts over them when Nancy decided to do the same thing.
“Since you are wearing them during the day while with me, so will I. Is that alright with you?”
“Of course,” I said. “I’m glad you are cool with me having to wear them.”
She smiled, put hers on, finished getting dressed, we spent time at the mall and then in the afternoon went and saw a movie. In the dark theater we held each other’s hand but not while the lights were on. I had changed my Goodnite once before going to the movie and then a short time before the movie was over I knew I needed another change. I was able to change once we got back to her house. While I was changing she said she might as well change also. It was not until then that I knew that she had wet hers also. I didn’t say a word but I noticed that as I was putting on my Goodnite she was doing the same thing, even though it was a while before bedtime.
After supper we watched several movies and then headed for bed. It was the one thing I was looking most forward to. Getting ready for bed, I once again needed to change my Goodnite and I noticed that Nancy had to do the same thing, as hers were wet also. She didn’t say a word, but just smiled at me. Once dressed for bed the light was turned off and we moved close to each other, holding each other as we slowly went to sleep. I once again woke up while it was still dark and found her hand between my legs. I moved my hand down between her legs and felt of her Goodnites. I could tell by the feel that they were wet. I checked mine also, and no surprise to me, they were wet.
My weekend with Nancy was over before I knew it and I knew I would miss being with her. It was two more weeks before Nancy and I got to spend time together. This time she came to spend the weekend with me. By this time, she was no longer wearing Goodnites to bed as her problem had been solved with medicine because of an infection she had. It was the final weekend we would be able to have together before school would start.
She arrived Friday evening and we spent a short time watching a movie and then went to my room. My mom wanted to place a small hide-away bed in my room for Nancy but I assured her that we could both sleep in my bed without any problems. She finally agreed and left it at that. Once in my room she started asking me how I had been during the past two weeks. I told her that not much had changed but that I was still looking forward to school starting and still hoped to be a part of the cheerleading squad.
Getting ready for bed I pulled off my clothes and removed the wet Goodnites that I had on and replaced it with a fresh one. As I was dressing I looked over to where Nancy was and watched her get ready for bed also. This time it was different because after she had removed her clothes she simply placed her nightgown over her panties. I had Nancy get in bed first and then I followed after I had turned off the light. I got in bed and moved close to her and placed my arms around her and held her tight. She turned her head towards me and smiled, then she turned with her back towards me.
Sometime during the night I woke up still holding her and slowly moved my hand down her body till my hand was between her legs. As I slowly moved my hand over her panties and down between her legs I suddenly felt something warm and knew at once that she was wetting herself while I held her. She didn’t wake up and I was too tired to get anymore awake than I already was. I slowly drifted back off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with Nancy trying to crawl over me to get out of bed. I stopped her and pulled her close to me and held her tight.
“You better let me go,” she said, “I had an accident last night.”
“I know,” I replied, “but that’s doesn’t bother me.”
She gave in and laid back down next to me as I continued to hold her tight, our body against each other. After about thirty minutes of just holding one another, we finally got out of bed and got dressed. We had just finished getting dressed when my mom stopped by my room to check to see if we were up yet. She noticed the wet sheets and looked at me with a question on her face. Before I could say anything Nancy spoke up and said that she had an accident last night. My mom assured her not to worry about it and took her wet clothes and my wet nightgown and sheets to be washed. We had fun the rest of the day spending time at the mall and just hanging out.
As we got ready for bed after our full day Nancy asked if she could use one of my Goodnite just incase she needed one again. I gave her one, which was a little bit smaller than she had been wearing, but made due with it for the night. Once the light was out and we were in bed we held each other and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning I woke up to find that Nancy was playing with my hair. Without checking, I already knew that mine was wet, but I was not sure about Nancy’s until we got out of bed. Since we stayed in bed holding each other time went by fast and soon my mom was knocking on the door letting us know it was time to get up before she left to run a few errands.
At least the bed was dry this morning. As we both got out of bed to tell her good-bye, she noticed that we both had wet during the night. She smiled, knowing that she would not be washing the sheets when she returned home. Getting dressed, Nancy once again asked if she could wear a pair of my Goodnites during the day, just like the day before. I was glad she was as it makes me feel more comfortable also.
Later in the day, Nancy asked me how I was going to handle being a Cheerleader with the problem I was having.
“To tell the truth,” I said, “I haven’t thought about that, but I guess I had better start doing so.”
After talking a little, she then wanted to know what my cheerleading outfit would look over my pull-ups. With that we went to my room and there I put on my outfit. At first, it felt a little strange, but I knew it was the best thing for me. Nancy said that we needed to make sure that all looked ok for when performing so we checked it out the best way we could. I raised one leg as high as I could in front of me. Pulling up my skirt, Nancy checked to see if anything was showing, but nothing was. She then said for me to set on the bed and spread my legs wide apart, like I was jumping. I laid with my back on the bed and lifting my legs up, spread them as wide as I could.
Once again, all looked good. I was sitting on my bed, my back against the wall with my legs spread as wide as I could get them when I suddenly wet my Goodnites right in front of Nancy. However, with my Cheerleading outfit on, she didn’t know what had happened. I got up and did more movements just to make sure. I bent over front wards, touching my hands to the floor, causing my rear end to stick up in the air. Then I bent over back wards, once again until my hands where on the floor, raising one foot in the air, as though I was about to do a cartwheel. Once I finished all these movements, I then told Nancy that I had wet my myself. She said that she couldn’t even tell I had anything on under my outfit, let alone having wet them.
After changing and getting dressed in shorts, Nancy and I spent the rest of the day at the mall just hanging out. I had wet my Goodnites once while at the mall and again on the way home. When we got back to my house, she told me that she had wet hers also and needed to change. Once we both had changed, we were in my room just talking.
“You know, you will be the first diapered cheerleading in our school.”
“I had never thought about it that way. I guess my Goodnites are nothing more that diapers for teens after all.” “Yes,” I said, “I guess I will. Nevertheless, only you and I will know it. Right?”
“Of course,” she replied, “besides, who knows, I might wear one now and then just so you will not be the only one, just like I did yesterday and today.” With that being said, she laughed, causing me to laugh also. Soon she heading back to her home, still wearing the Goodnite she had on. I wondered if she forgot she had them on or if she just wanted to keep them on as long as she could.
As I sat in my room, I couldn’t help but think about the fact that indeed I would be the first diapered cheerleader in our school.
I was now ready to begin my senior year in high school as a diapered cheerleader.
****(to be continued)****
Written By: Kathryn