I Peed In My Snowpants [I Love Peeing Myself]
I was 9 or 10; one of the snowfalls during the winter. I was outside sledding with a number of friends; had snow boots, snow pants, and a winter coat on. If I went inside I'd be done sledding until my snow gear dried out, so I didn't want to go inside for any reason.
After a while I started to feel the need to pee; but I knew I'd be able to hold it for a while (at least 15 minutes), so I stayed outside and continued sledding with my friends.
About 10 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee one of my friends came up with the idea of sledding under the branches of this one big pine tree that was near the bottom of the hill: it was challenging in a fun way. If we didn't stay low enough on the sleds we'd bump the branches and end up covered in snow when we came out on the other side of the tree. Since only 1 person could go under the tree at a time, there was a lot of 'waiting our turn'.
By the time I had completed my second trip under the tree it was about 25 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee. While I probably could have made it inside and gotten out of my snow gear, I knew I'd be cutting it close and I still hadn't made it under the branches without bumping them. I quickly reasoned that since the inside of my snow pants were dry despite having been covered in snow twice, my snow pants were waterproof. So, as I began pulling my sled back up the hill I released my bladder and wet my snow pants.
At first it was great: the inside of my snow pants became warm. But after a while they became cold and clammy...
By far the best thing about peeing my snow pants was how easy it was to explain why they were wet inside: some snow got in them
After a while I started to feel the need to pee; but I knew I'd be able to hold it for a while (at least 15 minutes), so I stayed outside and continued sledding with my friends.
About 10 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee one of my friends came up with the idea of sledding under the branches of this one big pine tree that was near the bottom of the hill: it was challenging in a fun way. If we didn't stay low enough on the sleds we'd bump the branches and end up covered in snow when we came out on the other side of the tree. Since only 1 person could go under the tree at a time, there was a lot of 'waiting our turn'.
By the time I had completed my second trip under the tree it was about 25 minutes after I initially felt the urge to pee. While I probably could have made it inside and gotten out of my snow gear, I knew I'd be cutting it close and I still hadn't made it under the branches without bumping them. I quickly reasoned that since the inside of my snow pants were dry despite having been covered in snow twice, my snow pants were waterproof. So, as I began pulling my sled back up the hill I released my bladder and wet my snow pants.
At first it was great: the inside of my snow pants became warm. But after a while they became cold and clammy...
By far the best thing about peeing my snow pants was how easy it was to explain why they were wet inside: some snow got in them
