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I was once accidentally force feminized when I was in high school. I was a freshman and I had the male lead in the school play. I was playing a man in his forties. I could pull it off because i had a very low voice. I just needed bulk. The stage manager was a senior. She was a pretty girl who was domineering. She was doing my makeup and when she applied makeup to my lashes she squealed and called the other girls over. “Look at how long his lashes are!! I would die for these!!” The other girls agreed. Some of the other girls added blush and lipstick. One girl said “He’d make a pretty girl if it wasn’t for that Adam’s Apple and voice.” The stage manager put two shoulder pads under my undershirt but they wouldn’t stay. “He needs a bra!” the female lead said. The girls erupted in cheers. I objected but the stage manager said “Shut up freshman! You’ll do as I say!” She handed me a white satin shiny bra from her backpack that was accented with lace. She slid the bra on and my breasts slid into the cups giving me a very pleasurable feeling. “Oh my God!,”said the female lead “He fills out that bra perfectly! He’s so slightly built but he has tits!”I turned bright red. My breasts had been the subject of locker room teasing for a long time. “Yes,” said the stage manager “His tits are bigger than mine!” The whole room erupted in laughter. “We even have the same waist size,”said the stage manager. “Really?” said the female lead, “Do you have a spare pair of panties?” The stage manger said “Ladies, I always come prepared!” She pulled out a pair of white lace accented satin French Cut panties and showed them to the room. Another round of cheers thundered through the room. I vehemently objected. The stage manager ordered me to do it but I resisted. “You will fucking do it,”said the female lead “It is your punishment for staring at us and looking up our skirts. I’ve even let you look because I feel so SORRY for you. Your sister told me everything. You’re a freshman in high school and you’re still a bedwetter. You wear diapers to bed! So be a good little girl and put your panties on. All will be forgiven! “ There was a bathroom in the room. So I entered and slipped on the panties. They felt amazing to wear. They also smelled like the stage manager. I walked out of the room and was met with a thunderous round of applause. The girls were chanting “Starey!” The name was derived from my habit of staring at women. As I was standing there in full makeup and a bra and panties I suddenly felt a rush of excitement. The humiliation was overwhelming but it became a massive turn on. I gradually became rock hard and this was obvious to everyone there. Laughter erupted. I looked at the Stage Manager who was signaling for everyone to quiet down. The show was over. Except it wasn’t. The Stage Manager hugged me from behind. Her hand brushed against my satin panties. I let out an audible moan and I violently ejaculated into the satin panties I was wearing. I shook uncontrollably in the stage manager’s arms as the panties turned dark as the satin became completely saturated . The panties became so soaked that an audible dripping sound could be heard as a small puddle formed on the floor.My hard on disappeared. The room fell silent. The party had gone out of bounds. The Stage Manager swore everyone to secrecy. She told the ladies that justice had been served. Starey would not be staring at them anymore.

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I lived in NYC for over a decade and this actually happened to me more than a few times. In hopes you fell better I’ll share one my most embarrassing moments..

I was at a bar that a few colleagues and I were at after the company Christmas party. I knew the waitress and she kept serving me free drinks. I knew I shouldn’t be drinking that much but I felt obligated to do so. I gave her good tip and I looked over to see a line of people waiting out of both bathrooms. This was Times Square and a show had just gotten out. I looked at the waitress and she was smiling ear to ear. “Merry Christmas!” She started laughing and disappeared into the back. Could she be trying to get back at me for abruptly ending our tryst last year? I decided I had to head home. When I got on the subway it was going nowhere. They were changing crews. I was counting on not waiting AT ALL. Now I really had to go..my hands were shaking.. and I muttered under my breath “Come On!!” I then heard a woman’s voice from behind me say “Oh my God. This guy is not gonna make it.” I turned around and two pretty girls in their twenties were staring at me. They both giggled and turned away. At that moment the doors closed and the train suddenly lurched. I jumped and all of a suddenly a spurt of wetness showed up on my Khaki pants. At that point I grabbed my crotch to hide the wet spot. I instantly heard more giggling from the two buzzed women sitting close to me. I heard the same female voice say “Do it in your pants!” At that point the train finally started moving and I began to relax. I was going to make it! And then.. The train stopped in the middle of the tunnel and the lights shut off for about then minutes. Panic began to set in. I was going to wet my pants AGAIN. In front of two hot girls. I was almost 30! Yes I had ADHD but that’s no excuse! I started flashing back to every horribly embarrassing wetting accident I ever had. Suddenly the lights flickered on I realized the wet spot was obvious. I had involuntarily wet without knowing it. I started to panic and I head the same woman’s slurred voice say “DO IT IN YOUR PANTS!!” I turned toward both of them. I repeatedly whimpered and I heard a sizzling sound I looked down to see the wetness completely soak my pants and the pee endlessly streaming down my legs, soaking my socks, and pooling I’m my shoes. The woman and her friends broke out in fits of laughter. I felt really. Horrible because the river of pee had taken over the car. There was more laughter and whispers. People quickly left. I was getting off on the last stop. There was an Asian woman who had bought a large comforter. It was in plastic but it was still soaked in my urine. I apologized to her profusely and she had no sympathy. “Never Apologize. Sign of weakness. And you very weak. Like child. What woman would have you?” I got off at her stop and carried her comforter to her apartment. She said “Take stairs. Lift is slow.” We were on the 17th floor. I took the elevator. I took my jacket off and hung it front of my drying pants. An attractive Asian woman in her forties got on the elevator and smiled. She was pretty and looked like she was dressed for a dinner party. The elevator suddenly stopped between the seventh and eighth floors. The Asian woman swore. I asked her how long it usually took and she snapped “Forever!” I have a phobia of being trapped. It can trigger a panic attack and when I panic I wet my pants. I suddenly started to breathe heavy. I all of sudden had a crushing need to pee. She backed into the corner pulled mace out of her clutch and screamed “NO!!” Then she looked at the growing wet spot on pants. The wetness spread up to my waste and then gurgling noise as streamed down my legs making a puddle on the floor. She stared for a moment and a smirk came over her face before she couldn’t hold back and she burst out laughing. Suddenly the elevator began moving again. She left as soon as we got to the next floor. As she left she said underneath her breath “How Humiliating.”

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Hello, I am Anna Sorensen the new head of HR. First, I want you to drink that bottle of Gatorade. We will be conducting a drug test. Okay. Good. Second, we have a very sensitive matter to discuss. Cindy Jackson, Diana Dipretto, and Kylie Knight filed a formal complaint about you yesterday. ..Shut your mouth and Let me ask you this..Did you have have an incident of public urinary incontinence at the Coca-Cola pitch meeting yesterday? You didn’t? Then why would three women lie? They are out get you?

We know you are lying. How? We have this video of the incident . As you can see you are squirming before you even get on stage. At 10:12 we see the first wet spot forming. You rub your crotch at 12:40 in and at 13:14 the dam breaks and you completely saturate your light gray dress pants. Here you can actually hear that sizzling noise…What are you whimpering about? Oh my word! You have wet your pants like a baby again in my office! You lied! That is a fireable offense! I just noticed something, Diana mentioned she was disturbed not by your pants wetting accident..it was your obvious erection afterwards. I can see it’s happening again!! WHY? Pretty girls make you so nervous you wet yourself? Aww I guess that’s why Mary in accounting said you were a virgin and a bedwetter? I guess you humiliated yourself with her as well? She made you sleep on her couch after you confessed that you were a virgin? She laughed at you and you soaked her couch while sleeping ? I thought so.

I could fire you, but I’m willing to offer you a deal. You will be my assistant. You will do as I ask. At EOD we will go to the drug store together and buy some thick adult diapers that will keep you dry and hide those erections. Yes, they will be noticeable under your pants, but don’t you worry because EVERYONE will know. Yes you WILL be ridiculed by the pretty girls here but I had to make some concessions to get them to agree to keeping you employed. You’re going to have to get used to the humiliation. You are a virginal 30 year old who still wets his pants and bed. I will say this though, if you do what you’re told I can teach you some exciting new things. Oh, and by the way, I put a diuretic pill in your Gatorade. We still need to do your drug test. You should of lasted an hour. You didn’t last ten minutes. You’re an absolutely pathetic baby. I’ll have to walk you up to the second floor to do the test in your soaked pants. NO EXCUSES!

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When I was in the high school I went through a massive growth spurt over one summer. I went from being a short chubby kid with a girlish voice to a tall good looking young man with a deep voice. Bullies were leaving me alone and girls were actually giving me attention. What had not changed was that I was still an insecure kid who was prone to anxiety that was about to rear it’s ugly head.

Early in the first semester a teacher convinced me to run for class President. There were no guys running and he wanted me to run just for the experience. One day I noticed everyone gathering after lunch in the gym. I asked my classmate Julie what was going on and she said enthusiastically “We’re listening to the speeches for Class President! I can’t wait to hear yours! “ Walking to the gym I could see that the whole class was there. It was part of an election seminar. How could I have forgotten this?

When I sat down I caught the eye of Michelle a cheerleader I had a crush on. She smiled and said “Good Luck!” It seemed I was on the precipice of a life change. If I just give this speech I would be legitimized. I decided I would listen to the other speeches and I would come up with something similar. However there was one problem. I was the first candidate called to the microphone. My stomach dropped, my hands started shaking, and I suddenly had a very dire need to urinate. My need to pee was so strong I could barely walk to the microphone.

As soon as I was handed the microphone I froze and stared at the audience in total silence. My heart rate went through the roof. My hands were shaking. There was total silence and then an audible sizzling sound. It sounded like someone had turned on the shower.. It could be heard over the speakers. A female voice yelled “IS HE PISSING HIS PANTS?” I looked down in horror at the growing wet spot on my white pants. I wanted to run but I was frozen. I literally could not move. The microphone was right by my hip and it was recording the audible hissing sound that everyone associated with someone having a wetting accident. I looked out in the crowd and there were a lot of people laughing…including Michelle. I tried to stop the urine stream but I couldn’t. The pee cascaded down my pant legs and left a growing lake of urine on the floor. In addition to the hissing you could hear the splattering of urine as it streamed down my legs and puddled on the gym floor. The white pants had become see through to reveal my Superman underwear. Widespread laughter erupted in the gym. All of a sudden I became lightheaded and I collapsed into the arms of the school nurse.

I woke up in the hospital hours later . I had to be sedated at the school because I had a second panic attack that had resulted in “agitation and continued urinary incontinence” I was dressed in a hospital gown. Under the gown I was wearing a t shirt..and a disposable diaper.

I never lived this down. Michele and the popular girls called me “StareyWetsey.” It was an homage to the Betsy Wetsy doll. The Starey part of the name was given to me because I stared at girls and I was caught looking up girls skirts. Michelle would later tell me that that my worsening bladder problems were karmic payback for being a total upskit pervert. I would return to school two weeks later but the problems persisted. Eventually the school nurse informed me that I would not be able to go to school unless I wore adult diapers. My mother protested and said that my bed wetting had returned and she was already stretched to the limit buying diapers for me at night. The nurse said the the school social worker said there was a program for students with disabilities that would pay for the diapers. I would put a diaper on and be checked by the nurse in the morning and I would do the same after lunch. I would tell the nurse how often I experienced “involuntary urination.” During school tests the nurse suggested I wear a booster pad and plastic pants. She said it might be noticeable but you are going to need to adjust to that.

Two weeks later in mid October I had sat down in a classroom after school to do some makeup work. Michelle and her crew were preparing for the Homecoming dance. They had a video camera and were doing silly things with it. Heather walked up to me and offered me a bottle of water. The cap had been opened but I accepted it anyway. I quickly drank it. More women came in until about 20 were there. I finished up my work. I bent over while putting my books in my bag I felt my pants slide down. Then I felt a hand tug on the elastic backing of my diaper. I turned around and Michele was towering over me. Heather had the camera pointed at me. “ So you ARE wearing adult diapers. How pathetic! What kind are they? Attends, Depends, or some cheap off brand that you just know is going to leak.? “ I tried to say something and she said “Shut Up. They are an off bran called ShureDri. That’s what the state gives pants wetting speds whose families can’t afford to buy pampers! That’s what the state is giving you ! ..at least that is what your little sister told me. I am willing to bet that your pampers won’t last wrong. Look around. I have assembled all of the women you have humiliated with your Nerdy Perv actions. Staring, Objectifying, and of course upskirting. In humiliating you, you will understand how vulnerable and violated you made us feel.”

I apologized profusely and blamed the behavior on my shyness and sexual inexperience. I did however say “but it’s just UNDERWEAR and your wearing a short skirt so you’re kind of asking for it.”

“ASKING FOR IT? Girls it is time to put operation humiliation into action!!”

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I’m sorry but I’m in a very busy time in my life and we’re not on the same page…no..it’s not about your bladder problem. It’s about my needs not getting..NO..no..I did not lie about anything..I do NOT have a problem with you being dependent on adult diapers. I have a problem with you hiding your wetting problem..until..I took you on that work trip to Chicago..and you..YOU KEPT WETTING YOUR PANTS…I don’t care..I was the one who had to buy you DIAPERS. Thick white DIAPERS!! And it made no difference! Your diaper leaked at the dinner in front of everyone. Your diaper leaked that night and ruined the mattress…and my boss..she wants me to pay for it and she is telling people that I’m a bedwetter!! You laugh? I laughed at you the minute you told me you’re a diaper wearing virgin. You can go straight to hell!!!

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Bianca looked at me drinking the gin and tonic she had handed me and instructed me to finish it. When I asked her what tablet she put in it she said I would find out soon enough. She told me it won’t kill me so I should shut up finish. She then said “ Don’t even think about using the bathroom. That is off limits. That is what your diapers are for.”

I told her the Urologist had instructed me to use the bathroom every hour. She looked at me and started laughing. “Not tonight. Do it in or diapers or you’ll deal with me. The orders come from her not me.”

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This was the story of my life for almost 2 decades. I was a good looking guy who dated a very pretty girl in high school and my first year of college. After a car accident shortly before my twentieth birthday and I started having problems I started having sudden urges to go to the bathroom. She forced me to go to her urologist who told after running a battery of tests told us that i most likely had nerve damage. She told us there were things we could try but I was eventually going to need “protection.” “Protection? You mean diapers?,” asked my girlfriend. “Sooner or later..I would say sooner given his results,” said the urologist. I completely disagreed and I stormed out of the office. My girlfriend ran after me and told me I needed to face reality. I told her I was fine. I hadn’t had an accident yet. I was fine. We got into a screaming match in the parking lot. It got ugly. I made a few comments about her weight I suddenly had an intense urge to urinate. I tried to walk back to the urology office but she tripped me and a spurt of urine soaked my briefs although nothing showed yet. A couple of women from the nearby gym were approaching. She was now standing over me. “You need to pee? Well you can FUCKING HOLD IT!! I may have gained 20 pounds and have to wear control briefs but you’re going to be in DIAPERS for the rest life!! I suddenly lost all control of my bladder. There was an audible hissing sound as I stood up and froze in front of her as pee streamed down my legs as the other two women looked on. My girlfriend ran back to the urologist office. I sat there in soaked jeans as the two women asked my age and shared the times they had wet their pants. I suddenly heard hissing again and I looked down as pee was streaming everywhere. I was terrified. I had no control. I apologized. One woman said “Don’t worry just do it in your pants. It’s okay dear.” The other woman’s eyes grew wide and she burst out laughing..”How do you know he’s going to be okay? This guy can’t stop wetting his pants and he just called his girlfriend FAT! He’s never having sex again! She then doubled over laughing.

My girlfriend then came back with a package of Attends Briefs and a garbage bag in her hands. She put the garbage bag on her passenger seat. And drove me back to my place. “You are fucking wearing these to my Graduation Party. Wear them with the white pants and the Ralph Lauren blue Polo I bought you. No underwear over anything. You should bring a spare diaper in case you want to change. If not, limit your fluids. I attempted to apologize when we got to my house but she cut me off. “Not a fucking word. Just show up to the party dressed EXACTLY as I say or all the girls who lusted after you when you were a hot shit actor in Drama Club will know what a pathetic baby you’ve become.”

After showering I looked at the Attends Briefs on the bed in horror. However I wanted to make things right with the GF. They looked like baby diapers. My hands shook as I taped them to my body. However they felt really good when I had them on snug. I suddenly felt safe. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified. I looked like a baby. I started to cry. After a few moments I pulled my self together and put the white pants on. These were very form fitting pants. Trying to get them on over the diaper was nearly impossible. When I finally did it looked like I had gained twenty pounds. It was obvious I was wearing a diaper. I put on the blue polo shirt and I left for the party.

When I arrived there were about 40 people there..mostly her girlfriends their boyfriends and her Mother who immediately looked at the bulge in my pants and fought off a giggle.

I got more looks and giggles from her cadre of hot girls that she hung out with and I was coming to the realization that they knew. One commented on the tightness of my pants. The two others loudly sang “Get back into life..WITH DEPENDS!!” My girlfriend then pulled me aside and put a tall pint of beer in my hand. I protested. She said “DRiNK BABY.” I started drinking and and she ordered me to drink faster. She then ordered her friend to prepare another. She winked. Dropped a tablet into the pint and handed it me. I protested again and her friend said “Drink it my little BOTTOM!”

I turned around and there was Bianca Salerno, the six foot Goth Girl who was the assistant director of the Drama club my first two years there. She had more curves than a winding mountain road. She wore corsets and girdles and garters galore. As a freshman, when I struggled to kiss a girl on stage, she gave me an impromptu kissing lesson in front of everyone that left me with a very obvious hard on. My second year, we clashed. I made a few comments about her weight. She engineered the most humiliating wetting accident I had since I had wet my pants in the eight grade during a test. It was staged during a dress rehearsal in front of the members of a Drama Club from a nearby all girls Catholic school that Bianca’s sister attended. I still relive it. I even have dream about it..and when I do I wake up soaked. It was horribly humiliating and endlessly exhilarating. While Bianca would be regarded by many as “fat” she did have beautiful face, jet black shoulder length hair, and piercing blue eyes. After the kissing lesson, she would always refer to me as “Bottom.” She would catch me staring at her she would smile and let me see up her skirt. I would get an instant erection and she close her legs and burst out laughing. The fact that she was here was an ominous sign. She had directed my greatest humiliation. Had she been hired to direct the sequel?

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When I was in my twenties I was living in NYC. I was good looking and could get get a pretty girls number provided I had a drink or two in me. The problem? I was a diapered bedwetter. The stress from my job also resulted in accidents during the day. Horribly embarrassing public accidents on subways, in Times Square, etc. So to keep my job I switched to pull-ups. When the pull-ups leaked during a deposition I was taping, I made the reluctant decision to wear the Attends diapers I was wearing to bed full time. Women in the legal services office noticed the difference and could hear the audible crinkle as I walked.

One night after a long deposition I went out for a drink with a young junior lawyer. We went back to her place and started making out. My strategy in these situations was to use the bathroom and take off my diaper. However she pinned me up against the wall and started making out with me. She quickly undid my pants, her hand found my diaper. She said “What the fuck??!” and said “You wear PAMPERS?!!” She then burst out laughing and then tried to contain it. I told her I was incontinent and it wasn’t a big deal. “Really? You wet your pants and your bed? Those stripes on your Pampers are turning green. Are you wetting your pants right now? “. I told her yes. I wet when I’m nervous. She said “Okay, we’re done. You need to go. I..just..I can’t. I’m sorry you’re stuck in Pampers for rest of your life. I truly am. You’re very cute. You really are. It makes it all the more tragic that you’ll be dependent on pampers in perpetuity. But I need you to leave NOW. She suddenly started buttoning up her shirt and pulling up her skirt. She crossed her arms and moved to the far corner of the living room. I was completely humiliated. It was shortly after leaving her apartment waiting at the subway stop in Brooklyn that I lost all control of my bladder letting it completely empty into my. Attends diaper. I went from biting my thumb to sucking on it as I waited on a bench. When the train arrived I noticed a puddle under the bench. My diaper had leaked. The backs of my thighs were soaked. I was shaking as I walked to the back of the car. There was giggles and laughter from two cute girls in suits. I sat in the corner and felt another wave coming. I resumed sucking my thumb as warm wetness overwhelmed my exhausted diaper and a puddle began to form on the floor.

Sex? With you? Hahaha! Sorry sweetie, but... no. No way. You're really cute and everything, but the diapers are kind of a turn off, ya know?

Aww, I know you can't help it sweetie. It must be really hard dealing with incontinence, especially at your age. Still in your twenties and back in diapers for good! I can't even imagine it. But I just don't think I could handle sleeping with someone who can't control himself like that. What if you peed on me? Or even... ew! No, I don't even want to think about it! Haha, sorry but the whole idea is just super gross!

Oh no, don't look so sad honey! It's okay! I'm sorry if I gave the impression I was flirting with you earlier, but I was just trying to be affectionate. The truth is, I could smell pee-pee. I knew you must have wet yourself and it sent my headspace right back to my babysitting days! I had to stop myself reaching out and checking your diaper! Isn't that funny? Hahaha! In fact, how about you just think of me as your babysitter from now on, sweetie? Someone you have a big crush on, but who you don't actually have a chance of ever hooking up with. I think that's a much better way to characterize our relationship, don't you?