Chapter 2

After our first lesson we were walking down the corridor when I realised I wanted to pee again. “I wish I had peed with you.” I told Erica.

“Well do it now.” Said Erica.

“I can’t do it here. We are the girls who smell like pee, everyone will know that a puddle of pee must have come from one of us.” I said feeling a little insecure.

“We don’t smell of pee now, well not enough that anyone would notice, and no one knows anyway. Go on, sniff my skirt now.”

Erica stopped walking so I bent down and pretended to check my shoe while I discreetly sniffed her skirt. I was quite surprised that now our skirts have dried I could not smell anything other than her deodorant, and that did not smell of pee. Dad had been weeing on our freshly laundered school skirts every morning for a fortnight now, and I had convinced myself that I must have a cloud of pee smell around me wherever I went, but there really was no evidence of pee smell.