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Dream Team part 2 By Tinker
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Dream Team part 2
By Tinker, July 1994
Diana was surprised to find three of the girls of her team already waiting
at the locker room door. It was only ten to three, and although nobody of
the team ever had been really late for the training sessions, she was not
used to this kind of enthusiasm. Ann, Maureen and Alice stood together,
softly talking to each other, and giggling the usual way. Diana smiled. All
three girls wore skirts; Ann and Alice longer, and Maureen shorter, but
skirts. That had been dramatically different only one week before. Amazing
how a rather simple piece of gossip and some experimenting could change the
way these girls dressed (and probably behaved) themselves.
When Diana arrived, the three girls interrupted their talk and turned to
her. "Aha, there you are. We have been waiting for you for a while already.
A bit too long, in fact." Ann pressed her hands in her crotch and made a
very good imitation of a girl who needed to go to the toilet Real Soon Now.
All four girls laughed, and Diana unlocked the door. While Diana flipped
the light switch and entered her little cabin, where she kept the
administrative stuff a cheerleaders' team generated, the three girls threw
their bags against the wall and sat down to undress. "Diana, indoor
training or field exercise today?", Alice asked. Diana smiled to herself.
"I presume you want to try out your new uniforms again?", she replied.
Three girls replied "Yes!" in unison, and so it was decided to go out for
field training again. Which meant full blown uniforms instead of the usual
training suits.
While unbuttoning her blouse, Alice already started rummaging in her bag
for her uniform. She always liked to get into her cheerleader outfit. It
felt wonderfully smooth, fitted her like a second skin, and of course she
looked great in it. After stripping to just her bra and her panties, she
first put on her top and then quickly slipped into her white skirt. Her
skirt was the most fantastic garment of all. It was made out of soft,
smooth fabric, flowed nicely around her hips and thighs, hid her bum when
she wanted it and revealed her panties at will, and last but not least,
provided necessary cover for some forbidden delight. Humming with pleasure,
she slid her normal white cotton panties down her legs and replaced them
with the pale blue uniform panties. Looking in the mirror with her skirt
hiked up a bit, she inspected her crotch. As expected, no single trace of
what had happened last training had survived the washing machine. Alice
smiled, stroke down her skirt, and sat down to pull on her tight boots.
While she tightened the laces with her knee pulled up, Alice looked at Ann
who only now started to undress. To her surprise, Ann just slid down her
full-length skirt and revealed that she already wore her cheerleader skirt,
boots, and panties. Ann grinned. "You should try it next time, Alice. It
really feels exciting to wear these clothes during classes." Then, Ann took
off her sweater and started looking for her top.
Maureen took off her jacket and only now Alice saw that she did not wear a
mini skirt, but a pink mini dress. The skirt part was quite wide and loose,
and had an elastic waist band that emphasised Maureen's waist and hips in
no uncertain terms. In fact, there was surprisingly little difference
between her dress and her cheerleader uniform. She turned around to hang
her jacket on a hook, and then stood still for a moment, biting her lip and
stroking her skirt while gazing at the showers. Alice, who now was busy
tightening her left boot, clacked her tongue and suggested Maureen not to
pursue her idea. Maureen sighed, and then sat down to untie her sneakers,
revealing that she wore her blue cheerleaders' panties as well. And
although Alice could not see it clearly enough, it seemed to her that
Maureen's crotch had a slightly different colour. "Ah well," Alice thought
by herself, "At least I am not the only one who couldn't resist it," and while
she arranged her hair in front of the mirror she glanced at the plastic bag
among her things on the ground that contained the result of a tiny
"accident" this morning.
Even before the three girls were ready, the other members of the team came
in and soon the whole locker room was filled with giggling and chattering
girls, all in various stages of uniform. Eventually they all were dressed,
and Jane went into the captain's cabin to call for Diana. Jane expected to
find Diana sitting at her desk, filling in forms, dressed in her normal
working clothes, since she was only the team's trainer. What she saw,
however, nailed her to the ground for several seconds. Then, she only could
say: "Wow!".
Diana had changed into the most beautiful cheerleader outfit Jane had ever
seen. While the rest of the team wore a combination of blue and white,
Diana was dressed in flashing red, top to toe, including hair lint and high
boots. Her whole appearance was absolutely stunning. Diana's long, black
hair flowed halfway down her back, her top revealed the contours of perfect
breasts, and her skirt promised quite a lot. Even her legs were great.
Diana, who had been looking in the mirror, only now detected Jane and
started to blush. "I admit that the effect is maybe a bit overdone," she
said softly, turning left and right to get a better look in the mirror.
Jane still could not talk. Diana continued: "Since last week's events, I
have been thinking about returning to be an active instead of a passive
cheerleader. Being a training captain is nice, but what happened reminded
me of the satisfaction of being there. You know. And I think I still fulfil
the requirements. What do you think?" Diana now turned directly to Jane and
appeared in full beauty. "Can I be your _active_ captain?" Jane nodded.
"Well... you certainly pass any physical requirement; we know your fitness
and you look absolutely stunning." Diana smiled and looked another way. "It
is more a matter of us feeling ashamed to appear next to you," Jane added.
"You are ten years older than we are. Although you don't really look that
old." Diana nodded. "I know. Therefore it is _your_ decision. I know I can
handle being a cheerleader at 29, no problem. But the team must feel
comfortable with me, too." That said, she took a deep breath and walked out
of the cabin, into the locker room.
Her knockout appearance immediately stopped the girl's chattering. With
wide-open eyes they followed Diana as she walked elegantly to the door and
left the room for the field. After the door had fallen back into the lock,
it was silent for two seconds. Then, everybody raced to the exit and
wondered why Jane held the door firmly closed. "Silence! Stop it! First
listen to me. Diana told me she would very much like to become our captain.
We all know she can do it. She is better than most of us. She surely
_looks_ better than some of us." Grinning and grumbling all over the place.
"But she is ten years older, and it might be that you don't like to have
her as your captain. You will inevitably be in the shadow of her, always."
The girls were silent. "What do you mean, in the shadow?", Ann asked. "I
mean that she will attract all eyes, all flowers, all dates. No matter what
you do, she will always come first; even while she does not seek that. She
just outclasses us."
After a silence of a few seconds, Alice continued: "But Jane, if she really
is 29, why not just spread the word? She wouldn't mind, and I want to meet
the first boy who goes after someone ten years older than he is, if he has
many others of his own age available who are practically as nice." There
was some mumbling, but Alice had a point. "Okay," Jane said, "That's true.
She will probably not steal dates from us, you're right. But she will
attract a lot of attention. Personally, I don't mind about that; and it
gives us certainly better chances on the next championships. She can do
amazing things with her body, and cheerleader juries are about her age."
With an evil grin, Jane opened the door and yelled: "Welcome to our new
captain!"
A few minutes later, the team had settled into the new order, and everyone
agreed that basically nothing had changed. Diana as always was a good
example for the others in all exercises, and as their choreographer she
could now also participate herself. Before, the team had always performed
as one single unit, jumping, yelling and waving pompoms in perfect
synchronisation. But now, the eye-catching captain could perform
breathtaking gymnastics in solo acts with the rest filling in the
background. And that opened up possibilities like mirror steps, with a
division between the left and the right half of the team, and Diana in the
middle. Everyone agreed that the addition of an able captain enhanced their
performance quite a bit.
During most exercises, Diana was in front of the girls, and to facilitate
mimicking her movements she usually turned her back to them. Alice and
Jane, who were both in the front line, silently argued about Diana's
panties. Given the completely red outfit she wore, Alice assumed that she
would not disturb the combination and that she had exactly matching red
underwear. Jane, on the other hand, expected something irregular up Diana's
skirt. Like shocking pink. Alice shook her head and just continued with the
exercises. Amazing how Diana managed to keep her panties covered while
doing the most intense things, like jumping up and down and throwing her
arms in the air. The other girls were used to see their underwear popping
up every few seconds, but their captain moved so smoothly and gracefully
that her skirt seemed to be glued to her thighs. It took more than ten
minutes before Diana decided to start stretching ankle muscles, and bent
over forward. While she put her wrists on the ground with her legs straight
up, her skirt rode up and revealed her bum. Alice laughed; she wore panties
that had exactly the same colour as her dress. Now Jane shook her head.
What a bummer.
Maureen, who was at the last row, slowly got uncomfortable. When she took
off her jacket in the locker room, she really had wanted to pee. That
morning, she had carefully dressed in her pink mini, fully aware of the
exciting possibilities of that garment, and during the lunch break she went
for a walk on the lawn with her boyfriend. They both ended up lying on
their bellies on the grass, watching the traffic jams in the valley below.
It was then that Maureen slipped her hand under her belly, pulled her dress
away under her crotch so that her panties lay directly on the grass, and
made sure that her bum was completely covered. She took the hand of her
boyfriend and started to suck his thumb, and while he bent over to her and
kissed her in the neck, she started to pee through her panties. It was a
wonderful sensation, and Maureen couldn't help slightly spreading her legs
when she felt her warm wetness spreading in her underwear. Before long, her
whole crotch got soaked and she felt extremely satisfied and relaxed. Her
boyfriend soon discovered her state of mind, and decided to take advantage
of the situation. Slowly he slid his hand down her back, crossed her waist,
and went down her bum. Maureen was too far away to notice this consciously,
and when she finally became aware of her boyfriend's hand working his way
up her skirt, it was too late. A second later he caught her right in the
middle of the wetness between her legs, and gasped. Maureen blushed and
wanted to tear away. But no. Her friend held her tight, carefully lifted
her skirt, gazed at the wet stain between her legs, and then made her sit
up, while he arranged her skirt neatly around her bum so it didn't get wet.
With her knees pulled up high and her panties clearly exposed between her
somewhat spread legs, she sat in front of her boyfriend. It was very
obvious that she had wet her panties. Her friend lay down on his belly
again, and with his head on his hands, looking at her, he started to grind
his crotch against the grass. Seeing that she aroused him quite a lot,
Maureen let go of her embarrassment and started a terrific stream again.
While her pee jetted through the blue fabric and made an audible hiss, she
put one finger on the exact right spot and ten seconds later, they both
came quite hard. Afterwards, they had a good hug, and Maureen was very
relieved in more than one way.
In the locker room, she really had wanted to go to the showers and quickly
get herself some wet panties again, but Alice made her to skip the
occasion. And now she cursed herself that she had not done it. All the
exercises did not improve matters. Before long, she would piss herself,
even if she did not want to. She started to look around a bit, but her back
was directed towards the sport's building with their private entry, and
nobody would show up from there. Her fellow cheerleaders all knew this
naughty way of having fun, and would not protest, if they would find out at
all. Maureen's only problem was that she would not miss the exercises.
Her moment came a minute later, when Diana turned around to instruct the
lot for the next exercise. While everyone closely looked at the complicated
movement that Diana demonstrated with both her arms, Maureen put her boots
apart and pulled down her skirt. Glancing quickly to both sides, she slowly
started to pee. The blue fabric of her panties absorbed the fluid eagerly,
and it took many seconds before it dripped down between her legs. Maureen
sighed from relief, and this caused Ann to look to the right. She
immediately recognised the typical pose Maureen was in, and shook her head.
This girl really needed some discipline. Ann herself was far stronger, she
knew. She would wet herself only during the break.
While Maureen still leaked between her boots, Diana finished her
explanation and the team started to wave their arms in such a way that they
felt every muscle protest. Ah, this _was_ a hard training after all.
Fortunately, it took only fifteen seconds. Diana announced that they would
slowly extend the time of the exercise to two minutes, which would need to
be reached in two months. That said, she told the team to prepare for the
last exercise before the break, which was always the same: stretching ankle
muscles for one minute, holding their feet with their hands while bent
forward. Diana herself gave the example, which for the girls was the first
time that they actually saw her being this limber.
While Diana stood in front of them, again showing her red panties in great
detail, Jane and Alice had to work quite hard to complete the stretching.
They needed a few seconds to reach their feet, and some more to find a
stable position. Only then, they looked up to Diana and could not avoid
gazing at her wonderfully cut panties again. They were not made out of
elastic fabric, but still fitted like they were. The seams were barely
visible, and they showed a darker area between Diana's legs. They did what?
Alice blinked with her eyes as she saw the dark patch grow, and then Diana
moved her boots apart, still holding her feet. Jane noticed the phenomenon
as well, and felt excited about it. She now knew for sure that Diana's
decision to become active captain had one major reason: that Diana now
could wear that wonderful uniform again, with all its features.
Just after her pee started to trickle down from her panties, Diana
straightened her back again and stretched her arms above her head. Then she
pulled down her skirt and put her hands on the outside of her thighs,
enjoying the feeling of the warm trickling in her panties. She did not
empty her whole bladder, though. Rather soon the dripping stopped and she
turned around to face the team. "Okay girls. Fifteen minutes break." The
girls rose out of their awkward positions with some moaning, but soon they
were alright again. Maureen stroke her skirt nicely down, Ann probed her
bladder and decided it could hold somewhat longer, and Diana stepped
towards Jane and Alice. "And? Did you like the exercise this way?" "We
did," Jane answered, "especially the wet part."
Diana grinned and stroke her skirt. "You know, your play last week really
excited me, and I remembered how wonderfully free I felt ten years ago,
wearing my uniform. Immediately after the training, I rushed to the shop to
get the materials I needed, and I spent the whole weekend tailoring my
outfit. The first thing I did when I had finished it was running down the
garden to wet myself in it. And it felt so good that I then had the idea of
joining the team." Diana sighed. "You don't mind if I continue?" "Not at
all," Alice answered, and she stroke her skirt herself. "I'm tempted as
well, but I've already started to wet my panties under my normal skirt, and
probably I'll spoil myself if I do it too often." Diana answered that it
indeed could be a problem, eagerly spread her legs, checked her red
uniform, and then started to pee again, this time full power, while she
closed her eyes and pulled down her tiny skirt. Alice again shook her head.
How a formerly relatively modest young woman could turn into such a
stunning creature, by only putting on this uniform and doing some
exorbitant things. Diana sighed and felt extremely sexy. She was.
Back in the building, Melissa and Cindy had gone to the pantry to get
something to drink. They had been completely unaware of Maureen's and
Diana's escapades, and when they came outside nothing in the appearance of
both Maureen and Diana showed anything suspicious. Diana was sitting on a
wooden bench against the building wall, her legs crossed, and she enjoyed
the sun. Maureen and Janice were off to buy themselves some ice cream.
Although they would attract attention wearing their uniforms, it would not
be strange to spot them on the campus that way. Jane lay down on her back
in the sun, her legs pulled up. Only Alice was standing and seemed
available to talk to. While Cindy strolled off and found herself a place
against the wall in the sun, Melissa pushed Alice with her elbow, and with
a wink she said: "I'm dying for a pee. Wanna join me?" Alice put her tongue
in her cheek and replied: "What did you have in mind?" Melissa laughed and
twirled around, which caused her skirt to flip up. "Nothing yet. As long as
I do not need to take off my panties, everything will do." Alice grinned
and pulled at her own panties from behind. "I already had my share today.
Two times a day is a bit too much for me." Melissa looked interested and
disappointed at the same time. "You already have? When?" "When I walked to
school this morning." Melissa rose her eyebrows. "That's brave! I only dare
to do it if I wear my cheerleader's uniform, or my denim mini, late at
night." Alice smiled. "It really isn't that hard. Just put on a wide skirt,
and find a place to squat down. I like squatting. It is more feminine than
spreading your legs and just drop it." Melissa licked her lips and looked
to the other cheerleaders. "Alright. Just teach me how you did it."
Diana, who still deeply enjoyed her uniform and especially the warm moist
between her legs, saw Melissa and Alice squatting down on the field and
immediately knew what was going on. She sighed. Amazing how fast the habit
of weeing through panties under skirts had caught on. She pressed her
thighs together while watching Melissa, who apparently got instructed by
Alice. Everything went okay, and only an experienced eye like Diana's could
see that Melissa was not just looking at the daisies. She pressed her
thighs harder together, and felt her tension building up. Sitting in a
wonderful cheerleader uniform, and having peed her panties, it took her
little effort to arouse herself just to the limit. There she paused, and
waited. For the whole world, there was just a beautiful cheerleader sitting
in the sun on a bench. She threw her hair over her shoulder and looked at
the two squatting girls on the field. Would Melissa be able to control
herself and start peeing without showing anything? While Melissa remained
squatted, Alice stood up and took two steps back. Diana felt her moment
approaching. Melissa looked quickly to the building, and then between her
legs, while she pushed her cheerleader skirt up her thighs. Alice stooped
forward a bit, watching closely. Then, Melissa suddenly straightened her
back and spread her knees. Diana knew it had happened and let herself reach
her climax. She could almost feel herself how Melissa's pale blue panties
started to fill up, to soak through, and to drip between her legs. She
moaned softly. While her orgasm faded away again, Diana became aware of a
certain sense of warmth in her crotch, and a quick inspection learned her
that she had wet herself for the third time. Fully satisfied she took her
legs off each other and with her knees slightly spread to let the cool air
reach her wet crotch, she relaxed for some more minutes.
In the mean time, Maureen and Janice had reached the local ice cream
vendor, who had parked his car on the pavement in front of the main
building. There was a short queue, and they had to wait for a few minutes.
Of course, their uniforms attracted attention, but their training field was
so close by that nobody asked questions or did anything else, except
looking of course. Maureen had brought some money and slowly made her way
through the queue, while Janice remained a bit aside. Maureen looked at the
list of today's available flavours, and turned around to ask Janice which
one she preferred. To her amazement and shock, Janice seemed severely
distracted. She had her boots tightly together, knees pressed, thighs
pressed, and her hands on her skirt to prevent it to be blown up by the
wind. Instantly Maureen knew what was going on, and she hoped that Janice
could control herself enough to keep it secret. Maureen ordered two lemon
flavoured ice creams, grabbed under her own skirt to scratch at her
itching, moist panties, and finally returned to Janice. She still stood in
the same pose, smiling to Maureen as she came to her. "I see you chose the
proper colour ice cream," Janice remarked as she took over the thing.
Maureen looked sceptical and glanced Janice all over, especially below the
waist. "Hum. You want to get caught with wet pants in public?" Janice
smiled and took a lick of her ice cream. "Nope. Caught not. Wet yes." That
said, she left her place and only now revealed a tiny puddle, with the dry
prints of her boots in the middle. Maureen did not even see any drops on
her boots, so Janice must have peed very carefully, and not that much.
Still, she _had_ wet herself in public now, while wearing her cheerleader
outfit; a rather remarkable fact. Janice greatly enjoyed the excitement of
the moment and as soon as they were on grass again, she started to really
piss her pants, this time with the tap fully opened. Without even stopping,
she walked on, while her pee streamed down both her legs. Maureen could
only look and think of a way to outdo Janice somewhere in the future.
When the whole lot was reassembled again, Diana rose off her bench and
started the second round of exercises. During these, she had to divide her
attention between her team (with the majority now having suspicious stains
in their panties) and the sky, which swiftly turned dark as a vicious rain
storm approached. When the first drops began to fall down, she cancelled
the training and everyone fled inside. Standing in the doorway, Cindy and
Jane stared at the rain pouring down, and cursed the fact that they had to
go through it to get home. Of course, they had not brought rain clothing
with them. And the rain did not look like it would stop soon.
Almost at the same moment, Jane and Cindy got the same idea. Suddenly they
turned around, went inside, and quickly started to change into their normal
clothing. When they arrived back at the door, Ann already stood there,
since she had only to put on her long skirt and sweater. The three girls
looked outside and were silent for a moment. Diana showed up, still wearing
her gorgeous outfit, and asked them if they shouldn't shower. The three
girls looked at each other, and then smiled. Of course they needed a
shower. And that said, they exited the building, right into the pouring
rain.
After twenty meters, Ann stopped. "Just a moment, girls. I want to do this
before I get completely soaked." Jane and Cindy turned towards her, while
Ann pushed her hair out of her face. Still holding her bag, she spread her
legs widely and looked down to her long skirt. Her white boots became the
base points of an isosceles triangle as the wind blew her skirt between her
legs. Ann hugged her bag with two arms, and while she knew she wore all her
normal clothes, was out in the open, and would need to cross many crowded
areas before she reached her home, she calmly started to piss in her pants.
At first nothing showed, as the rain drops had already made many stains on
both her sweater and her skirt. But after a few seconds, Jane and Cindy saw
a bigger, continuous stain developing between Ann's thighs. Her skirt that
was blown between her legs caught a great deal of the fluid that normally
would have fallen down between her boots, and within half a minute Ann
could not possibly cover up what had happened anymore. The stain in her
skirt quickly ran down, and formed a diverging line from her crotch (where
her wet panties now touched her whole skirt, revealing their extension
precisely) all the way down to the hem of her skirt. Ann was in seventh
heaven, and happily looked at Jane and Cindy. "Ahhh. That was good. Thanks
for waiting." And she walked along, letting the pouring rain cover up every
trace. Smiling, Diana returned to the showers, leaving a small puddle at
the doorstep.
Ann was the first to leave the three girls, since her home was closest by.
While she said goodbye to her two friends, she hurried up the stairs,
leaving wet footprints all over the place. Her skirt really was a mess now,
and she enjoyed it. Jane and Cindy continued, and it did not take long for
Jane to realise that she should do something quickly, unless she wanted to
arrive home wet from rain only. She sighed and looked down. Unfortunately,
she wore jeans. Stupid hers. But it was not her style to wear skirts and
dresses; except of course when cheerleading. She looked at Cindy and asked
her advice. "Well," Cindy replied, "You're as soaked as I am, so I would
not hesitate: just go in your jeans." Jane nodded. She threw her bag on her
back and looked down to the front of her tight jeans. It would be the first
time for her to wet herself without a skirt, and in public. She swallowed,
and then stopped walking. While Cindy looked eagerly to Jane's crotch and
even squatted to get a better view, Jane hoped that nobody in the
appartment building nearby would look outside and spread her legs. The rain
really helped matters, and before long her warm stream gushed into her
pants. Cindy could see it flowing down the inside of Jane's thighs, and
finally dripping out of the legs of her jeans, onto the pavement, where it
disappeared without a trace. Jane looked relieved and just said: "Wow."
After waiting for some more seconds, she pulled back her legs and firmly
pressed her thighs together. Wet jeans were much more intense than wet
panties, she discovered. Pity that you needed a rainstorm for it. And then
both girls laughed and went on.
Two streets further, the rain stopped and while Jane turned right for her
house, Cindy still had to walk a few hundred meters. The sun came back
again, and soon her white silk blouse started to dry. Cindy wore a short,
tight, leather skirt that naturally had survived the weather, and only her
soaked socks and sneakers reminded her of the pouring rain. A bit
disappointed she went into her parent's garden and walked towards the door.
The door was locked! Her parents were out! Immediately Cindy took the key
from its not so secret place and opened the door, threw her bag inside, and
went into the sheltered garden. All was not lost yet. In the middle of the
garden, she shook her blouse loosely around her shoulders, arranged her
still wet hair out of the way, and reached up her skirt to feel her
panties. Dry, as expected. Good! Feeling beautiful and sexy, she put her
legs as far apart as her skirt allowed and put her hands in her neck. As
always, it took her about thirty seconds before the first wave of hot wee
washed through her panties. Leather skirts really had their advantages, she
thought, as the second wave hit her underwear. The third and fourth wave
came closely after each other, and caused a familiar dripping sound from
between her sneakers. Finally, she managed to pee continuously, and almost
reached orgasm while her underwear got the load of a complete afternoon.
After having finished, Cindy remained in position for a minute to allow her
panties to stop dripping. Then she stooped a bit and squeezed her panties
between her thighs. A last trickle of pee left her underwear and went down
her left leg. She giggled and turned around to go inside and change. And
saw her mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her.
Red as a beet, Cindy approached and quickly thought up some explanation.
Ah, yes. She had been caught in the rainstorm and couldn't make it, so
she... Her mother suddenly smiled and shook her head. "You can see you are
not used to do this, Cindy. You make far too much circus of it. Next time
you have to go, just pee in your pants, don't put down a show." And she
handed Cindy a towel to dry her hair. Cindy was not yet assured. "Uhmmm...
I can explain it, mum." Her mother smiled again. "No need to. Every girl
wets herself now and then. It just happens, and you can only hope to wear a
skirt if the flood strikes you. I always see it as a way of having your
private emergency toilet with you." Cindy now looked quite happy. "So
you're not mad at me?" "Not at all. Just do what you like, as long as you
don't make a fool out of yourself. And now go upstairs and take a shower,
because you're soaking wet. Two ways." Happily Cindy went up the stairs,
and locked herself in the bathroom to celebrate the events of today. Her
mother shook her head again and went back to the living room, where she had
been after entering through the garage and forgetting to unlock the door.
Passing through the hallway, she looked at her skirt in the mirror. Nothing
showed, as usual.
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