The Potty Untraining Program

The First Class

Emily, Ava, and I walk up to the posters on the wall outside the auditorium and begin frantically searching for our names. "Here's mine!" I shout excitedly. "Looks like I'm with Mrs. Finch."

"Hey, I'm there too!" Emily interjects.

"So am I!" exclaims Ava.

"Perfect!" I respond. "We're going to have so much fun altogether!" After a few moments of celebration, we walk together to find our incontinence instructor Mrs. Finch. "I think I've heard good things about her."

"Yeah, I heard she can be tough but fair, and her strategies are really effective," adds Ava.

"As long as I'm with you guys, I know I'm going to be totally fine. We can study together!"

"You want to practice peeing your pants together?"

"Well...I guess?"

Emily jumps in. "Why not? We all have to do it anyway. Might as well make some fun out of it."

"Yeah, I guess," I respond somewhat dismissively. Emily is clearly eager to stop using the toilet and just go in her pants. I want to find more out about why. I open my mouth to speak, but Ava interrupts me.

"Are you Mrs. Finch?" I turn my head and see a group of about 10 other students and in front of them all was a slim fifty-something year old woman with black glasses and light brown hair. She had a few wrinkles across her face, but I thought they suited her well. She held a clipboard in her right hand and she balanced the edge against her hip. As she saw us, her lips widened into a soft smile.

"Hello! I assume you girls are a part of my class. Can I have your names please?" We gave her our names and she made a few marks on her clipboard. "Alright, welcome to Incontinence Training! We're still waiting on a few more students, but we'll be off to class soon." We thanked her and went to stand with the rest of the group. It was a fairly even split between girls and boys. I recognized several of them, though there were a few faces I couldn't put a name to. With the nature of this class, I'm sure we'll all be much closer by the end of the year.

I look back at my friends. Ava is looking at her phone a few steps away from Emily and I. This would be the perfect time to talk to Emily. I take a deep breath and turn to her. "Hey, Emily?"

"Hm?" she replied, the tone of her voice as bright and innocent as ever.

"I was curious about something." I pause. Its hard to get the words to come out of my mouth.

"Sure, go ahead," she says sincerely.

"Well...you just seem really interested to start this training and I was kind of just wondering why." Her eyes soften and begin to avert their gaze. I try to save face, worried I hurt her feelings. "Just because, like, I'm sort of neutral about it right now, so I wanted to know what swayed your opinion to be excited for it."

She hesitates for a moment before looking back up at me, then glances around for a moment, and then returns her gaze back to me. "I don't...totally know," she replies tentatively. "I think I've always sort of...looked forward to it. Just one less thing to worry about, you know? You never have to stress out about taking bathroom breaks or holding it in for a long time. When my mom had me practice wetting myself this summer...it was just so relaxing. I felt free in a way I never really had before." She opens her mouth to say more, but stops herself.

"It's okay, you can tell me," I say reassuringly, partially to comfort her and partially because I really want to know what else she was going to say.

"I lied earlier when I said I only did it once. My mom only knows about once too, but there were a few other times. I would take off my pants and sit on the toilet in just my panties to pee. It wasn't exactly the same thing, but it was close enough." Her tone starts to become more enthusiastic. "I would sort of become lost in a trance watching as the wetness spread across the fabric turned it darker. In my head, I would pretend I was a toddler who tried to make it to the bathroom but was just too late and had an accident, and it made me feel so little and cute and free and–" She stops abruptly. Her face begins to pale with a look that said she revealed too much. She turns away and looks down at the ground.

I take a step toward her and lightly grab both her arms to turn her around to face me. "Hey, it's okay. You don't need to be embarrassed about anything."

"No, I said more than I should've."

"No, you didn't. You're one of my best friends and we should be able to share secrets with each other. I'm happy you were able to share it with me. And I promise I won't tell a soul."

"Okay." Her lips form a small smile. "Thank you, Sophia."

"Of course."

"Okay, class!" Mrs. Finch announces. "Everyone is here! Full attendance on day one is a good start." We all chuckle. "Follow me to the room and we'll get started with orientation." She begins to walk away from the auditorium and the group begins to trail behind her. Emily begins walking in front of me while Ava walks up next to me, speaking in a low voice.

"Hey, what were you and Emily talking about? She looked a little shaken for a second there."

"Oh nothing," I respond in as casual a tone as I can manage. "We were just talking about how hard some of our other classes are probably going to be and she got a little anxious."

"Oh, okay." Her expression twitches briefly, instantaneously, but then immediately returns to normal. There's something suppressed in her voice, almost a kind of distance, but it's extremely subtle. It's probably nothing. I speak up to break the silence.

"C'mon, lets catch up with Emily."