Sleepover Nerves

At Andy's Place

Maybe it was the close call, it might have been the shame that I had from leaking in front of Andy, or maybe my body finally grew mature, but the week after Andy slept over, I was completely dry. I was celebrating really hard. It was the first time that I had gone a full week without an accident. After that hings started to turn around. During February, I only had 2 accidents. In March, I wet my bed once, and finally in April, I achieved what I've been awaiting my entire life. My white briefs stayed white the entire time. I was so excited that I celebrated my 10th birthday, by telling Andy that I was ready to spend the weekend at his house.

It was made up that I would go home with Andy right after school on Friday, May 13th and would stay through Sunday. I was very excited. As I was packing on Thursday, my mother walked into my room, to help me pack. When she saw that I only took 3 pairs of underwear and one set of pajama, she suggested that I bring some extras, just in case. I told her that I won't have an accident, so it's not needed. After all I've been dry for 3 months straight. Not wanting to argue, she told me to do what I want.

I got to Andy's house and we had lunch. That's when I found out about Andy's customs. See, I knew that Andy was Jewish, after all I also was, but I didn't know to what extent. But I found out that he goes to synagogue every Friday night and Saturday morning. So I was told to take a shower beforehand and that they would give me a suit to wear.
We went to play for a bit. But then it was time to set up my bed. I wasn't sure what that meant, but Andy quickly showed me. We went down to the basement and had to schlep a mattress upstairs for me. As we were moving it together, Andy's 4 year old brother, Joey, started to have a temper tantrum. He was complaining that the mattress was his and he didn't want me to sleep on it. After some convincing, he shouted "fine, but Jimmy better not pee on it". Andy started to laugh, but I turned bright red.

We got to our room, and we sat down on Andy's bed. Ashamed, I admitted to him that I used to be a bedwetter. I made sure to tell him that I recently stopped. He told me that it's OK and that he wet the bed until the age of 7. I didn't feel to much better after that. And now I was scared that I would have an accident. But he told me that he'll figure it out. I then went to shower and change into the suit.