When I have my little playtime, one of the things I like to think about or re-create, are the handful of times my brother and I were allowed to pee in our pants, or in my case, my night nappy.
It certainly wasn't common, but there was a few times that permission was granted, or it was at least accepted.
The first time I think I've told before. My brother and I were playing outside in the yard, wearing our swimsuits. I was maybe 6, and him 4. We were going to play under the sprinkler, but were mucking around first, when he suddenly wet himself. He started to cry, and I asked mum if I should fetch him some dry speedos, but she was nonchalant about it and said it didn't matter as we would be getting wet anyway so not to worry about it or get upset over it.
We took that as permission to pee in our swimsuits, and continued doing so for years. I reckon every time we played outside in our underwear or speedos with the hose or with water, we would just wet ourselves as we played. Mum knew, but just accepted that we did it, and made sure we hosed off properly before coming inside. Great memories.
Permission wasn't often given to use our pants, but it did happen occasionally. Once my brother was around 8, and had gone on his bike to the shop when mum walked. I didn't go for some reason, but soon after he was pushing his bike up our driveway and his jeans were soaked. He also had a flat tyre. Apparently they had left the store, and he suddenly announced he had to pee. Mum told him to ride on ahead to home, but his front tyre went flat. He had to push his bike home, and was struggling to hold himself as well. In the end mum told him to just go in his pants and she would change him at home. So he did.
I had a similar thing happen as well, but I was a bit older, probably 11. Mum and dad took us to a fair type of thing at a park, and we ate and drank while there. At some stage she took Sean to the porta potties, but when she came back she was disgusted with the filthy state of them. I kind of needed to go before we left, but decided to hold on. We were running a bit late, and dad had to go out, so mum told him to drop us off at the local corner store and the 3 of us would walk home. This would allow dad to just keep going straight to his meeting and save time.
So after we left the store,(which had no toilets) and we were making the 10 minute walk home, I was bursting. Even as a big kid of 11, I was unashamedly holding myself with my hand and pee dancing around. I even started to whimper a bit. Mum knew I had wanted to wee before we left the fair, and realised that by getting dad to drop us off away from home was causing me big discomfort. I was nearly in tears, so when we cut through a little corner park, she told me to sit on a bench that was sort of tucked away in some bushes. Once seated, she told me to wet myself. I really didn't want to, and Sean was stunned as well, his eyes wide as he watched me. She made him turn his back to me, as did she, and kept a look out. I was wearing black sweat pants, and she said nobody would notice.
I was starting to leak, and I didn't have much choice. So as they stood in front of me with their backs turned, I sat on the bench and peed in my pants. It ran everywhere of course, and left a big puddle under the bench. I had a 5 minute walk home in wet pants afterwards.
I was also the bed wetting older brother. Sean had never really had issues. He had wet once or twice, but I wore a nappy to bed every night. One night aged about 9-10,I was diapered up before bed, and playing in my room. I needed to pee, so I went to the toilet. But mum was sitting in there. To be honest, I probably could have held on, but mum cracked the door open to see me standing there with my legs crossed, and told me to go into the bathroom and do it in my nappy. So I did.
When I'm doing little time, these are the type of things I really love remembering and doing.
Any else like getting permission to wet?