Sleepover Nerves

At My House

Finally in January of 2005, I decided that instead of me going to Andy's house, he should come to me. I was still using the alarm and I was dry about 75 percent of the time. I was still very nervous, but I figured that I would somehow be able to hide my problem.

Friday came and after school, Andy came home with me. We played for a while and were having a great time. But when the clock struck 9, the nerves settled in. That's when my mother sent us to get into our pajamas. I sent him to the bathroom to go change, while I used my bedroom. The second he left, I locked the door and quickly got to work. Off came my pants and tighty-whities. I ran to the closet, grabbed a pull-up and yanked it on, ripping it in the process. Groaning, I took out a new one and put it on. I then put on my pajamas, checking to make sure that you couldn't see the mickey mouse or the orange waistband stating 4t-5t pull-ups, as that would be a dead giveaway. Once that was taken care of, I took the ripped one and hid it deep inside my underwear drawer. Being the youngest in my family, I couldn't risk having Andy see it, as he would surely know it was mine.

I went to open the door, just as Andy exited the bathroom. We played some card games. I was being very careful not to move, as I didn't want to give Andy any chance to hear the crinkling of the pullup. But a half hour into the game, I started to feel the need to pee. 10 minutes later, the need grew. I quickly grabbed at my crotch, to stop anything from coming out. That's when I heard the telltale sign of a diaper/pullup. Embarrased, I excused myself and ran to the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet, I looked into the pullup and saw that there was a slight yellowish tint inside. Once I finished, I pulled it up and saw that the fade when wet star had started to fade. Now, I was ashamed. I had wet my pullup while awake. I just hoped that Andy wouldn't notice.

I went back to my room and announced that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Andy gave me a look, but took it in stride. We each got into our own bed and I shut off the lights. I pulled my blanket up and quietly prayed that I would have a dry night.

I slept like a baby. It was such a deep sleep, that I didn't realize when I needed to use the bathroom. Both times. I couldn't be sure it was only twice or maybe it was more, but there was no way it was less. Panicked, I quickly checked my pajamas and sheets, and I had leaked. Thankfully there was only a small wet patch, about the size of a baseball. I jumped out of bed, and yanked my blanket over the wet patch. Afterwards I got my clothes for the day and waddled to the bathroom.

Once I was changed, I disposed of my pullup and went back to my room. As I walked inside, I saw Andy standing in his gray briefs, getting dressed. I told him that I was sorry and started to leave but he said it's alright. He finished getting dressed and we went to the kitchen for breakfast. I spent the entire day trying to figure out whether Andy had noticed either the wet spot or my pullups, but he never let on either way.