J.J. reached out for me, but didn't touch me. She seemedafraid of me suddenly. I grabbed the pencil again and wrote it instead. /I don't think theresa...ything that we can do.\ I wrote."How do you know?" Amie asked./I don't know. I just do.\ "How are we going to deal with this? Nobody will know you!" She almostshouted. She was getting a little hysterical. I reached out a hand toher and she took it. You'd almost think she was the one who it hadhappened to, not me. She took a couple of breaths and. Willamina sounded so prissy and ...stupid! "Well, the name she gave is pretty close to William, which is myreal name. I really don't like the name she made up for me this morningand my real name ... well, I only got called that when somebody was madat me. I'd really like to be called Billie, if it's all the same."The head mistress pulled a small notepad from a pocket in her skirt,flipped through pages of neat, tight handwriting, then dug a pencil froma pocket on the other side and began. As Matt’s flow began to slow down, I leant over and hugged her to me, smelling the fresh, musky scent of pee all over her. I put my hand down her wet bikini pants and held her pussy. “Can you pee too?” I asked. “I want to feel it. I’m going to do it too.” “Oh fuck, okay,” she whimpered. I felt her release a small trickle of warm liquid in my palm, which slowly gathered pace. I released my own, and felt the same warm gush start to fill my bikini pants before running down my legs. I took Sally’s. Hubby guided me to the only seedy lingerie store in the area. The girls in the store knew me quite well now as I was an avid customer. Asking me if I had any special preference or outfit in my mind, I asked if the had any wet look nurse type outfits in rubber, leather or latex. She informed me that they had one in white and one in bold red, and that they were made out of a material called cire which was a leather wet look replica. I tried both outfits on and it was as if they were made to.