Pee her pants

“I dare you to go peepee in your wittle big girl pants,” Megan said. “Go on. Should be easy for a bedwetter. All you have to do is let it all go.”

“No, please, anything but that. Please I’ll run around naked, I’ll drink hot sauce, but please don’t make me do this,” Alexa pleaded.

“A dare is a dare,” Megan smiled.

Alexa closed her eyes as she reluctantly let her bladder release. “Oh my God, she’s doing it,” Heather giggled. “Look at that, little Lexi is wetting her pants.”

Alexa looked down to see her pants darkening as the wet patch got bigger and bigger and ran down her legs. As she stood on the tile of the kitchen, a puddle formed where she stood. Her face burned red. As the girls all watched, the stream finally stopped and there was a moment of silence and then a burst of giggles.

“You know what you have to do now, right Lexi?” Megan said. “I mean you can’t just stay the rest of the night in soaked pants.”