Mom is surprisingly chill about another wet bed.

"Hey wake up sweetie."

Lydia emerged from her sleep, to feel rather wet.

Shit!

"Are you Ok honey? You seem panicky, bad dream?"

"No." gulped Lydia.

"What's wrong then?"

"Urm nothing." She quickly lied. As she turned her head to face her mother only to find her nightie was wet

It's almost like she wet the bed as well.

"Well sweetie, I think it's about time you got up and out of you wet clothes." said her mother.

"You're not mad I wet the bed?" Asked Lydia, surprised.

"Why would I be? I mean, we all piddle in our beds, it's perfectly normal. You can tell even I've done it. You must have had a pretty bad dream to be worried that I'd be mad at you for piddling in your bed."

Lydia got up, trying to hide the confused look on her face.

"I'm only saying, I told you she was too good for him" said Becky triumphantly. Becky was one of the gals from that group Lydia hung out with.

"You know guys, I think I should go pee real quick before class starts." suggested Lydia

"Why? You can just go in class right? I mean everybody does it. Besides, you enjoy hanging out with us, right?" Asked Charlotte

"Yeah, but isn't it a bit weird to pee yourself when you could have gone to the toilet?"

"Not really. I mean we all pee ourselves sometimes."

Lydia decided to go along with it.

"So the melodramatic style, common to the nineteenth century, is commonly associated with over the top expression, and overly simplistic tropes..." Explained Mrs King, with the class paying good afternoon. Lydia especially loved performing arts. She was more a dance girl, but she also loved acting. Her attention in these classes was usually razor sharp, however this time she was distracted by yet another wetting, only this time the student didn't ask permission to go to the bathroom, she just wet right there, yet still paid attention to the lesson as of nothing was up.

Why was it whenever Lydia got in trouble for something, other students would do it the next day without consequence? Shouldn't she be able to get away with it? Then again if her mother's reaction to her bedwetting was anything to go by, she should be able to get away with this now.

Deep breaths. Relax and pee.

She started slowly trickling in her pants before gushing full ****. Her pee stream angrily drummed the floor as her face reacted in bliss.

Nothing.

The teacher never commented.

Over the course of the lesson, Lydia must have seen half the students wet themselves seemingly without much thought out into it. She smiled as she realised she'd never have to hold on class again. She could just go.

"See, told you it wasn't so bad" said Charlotte who was now sporting a massive wet patch on her pants.

"No it wasn't, in fact that actually felt really good, if only I could do it in more places than just class."

"Ok? You're only supposed to do it because the teachers won't let us leave class. Wanting too pee yourself just because is pretty strange."

"Yeah, but it's not like we were trying our hardest to avoid it. I mean, I could have gone before lesson, but you insisted it'd be better to wet in class."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Because it is, ok. Just stop being so weird."