Chapter 10

We got off of the school bus and just nonchalantly peed down our legs without giving it a thought before crossing the road to school. Today was a busy day with our tennis assessment in the morning and a P.E. theory paper in the afternoon. We went straight to the changing room to put on our tennis outfits.

We undressed.

Before Erica put on her tennis skirt she pressed it to her face and sniffed. “All I can smell is the fabric conditioner. It would be nice to be able to smell dad’s pee. It almost seems like a waste of time him peeing on us all the time.”

I reassured her. “We will just have to accept that dad knows what he is doing.”

Once dressed in our tennis outfits we went outside to warm up. Eventually all the other girls appeared and then we followed Miss Jenkins to the tennis courts.

Miss Jenkins directed us. “We will be doing a quick tournament so you all get to play one another, so be professional, use what you have learned, and do well! Pair up and find a court, Astrid and Erica not court one.”

I felt a little dejected at being discriminated against. It was nice to play on court one with it being in the corner where the passing public could watch and cheer us on, but Miss Jenkins did not let us play on court one because we did not wear knickers. We made do with court two instead.

We played hard and I managed to beat Erica. I stayed on court and Erica moved on to court three.

At the end I caught up with Erica to gloat. She was standing at the end of court one. I had won all my games, and she had won all but one. “Better luck next time.” I said.

Erica replied. “But looks like you weren’t playing with pee in your shoes.”

I was a little surprised. We all take our tennis very seriously, I would not expect Erica to do anything that might affect her play.

I asked. “What does it feel like with wet shoes then?”

Erica informed. “It felt a bit funny at first, sort of squishy as you land, and the pee squirting up my ankles was a bit unnerving, but I soon got used to it.”

“Oh.” I said, and paused. “When did you do it?”

“As soon as I got to court three. Naomi had to sort her hair out, so I was bored. I just wondered what it would be like to play with wet tennis shoes, and thought it was a good opportunity. I was not going to better you, so nothing to lose!”

Erica stood with her feet together and looked down at them. I followed her gaze as pee started to trickle down her legs and soak away in to her tennis shoes.

“Cool!” I said, and did the same.

Erica finished peeing and quickly ran to the other end of court one. I peed hard and had just finished with the last trickles running down my legs, and hot pee filling my shoes.

“It does feel a bit funny.” I said as I stepped in to position to accept Erica’s serve.

We rallied the ball back and forth, testing each other just enough to make it hard so we had to stretch and leap. I watched as Erica’s skirt flew up every time she returned the ball. It did feel a bit strange having pee filled shoes, and Erica was right that it did feel funny when my pee squirted up my ankles.

“Astrid! Erica! Over here now!” Miss Jenkins called.

Miss Jenkins had noticed we were on court one.

Erica reluctantly hit the ball towards Miss Jenkins, and we wandered over.

Miss Jenkins said. “I warned you two. Any complaints and there will be trouble.”

Miss Jenkins led us all to the classroom to debrief the tournament, and to prepare us for the afternoon exam.

We showered and got changed back in to our uniforms, and poured the excess pee out of our shoes.

The afternoon session was not too hard. We had a different invigilator, so I took the opportunity to do a wee in the exam hall again. I did not really need to pee, I just wanted to, so I did. I just peed gently and could not really hear anything, but Erica was sitting next to me so she must have noticed because I heard pee trickling off her chair a minute or so later.

I was expecting the invigilator to notice and come and say something, but she was right at the other end of the hall and quite engrossed in what she was doing.

At the end of the exam we had not been rumbled wetting ourselves, so we just got up, took our papers to the front, and walked out with our wet skirts brushing the back of our legs.