And nobody loved the game more than my college girlfriend, Morgan. In fact, she was playing the game at a party with her friends when I first met her. She initially caught my attention because she was complaining about how much she had to pee, but she was only about halfway done with the drinks strapped to her hands. I was intrigued, but a friend called me over to play beer pong and I lost sight of her for a while. Later on, I bumped into her again and got to talking. She kept whispering in my ear about how wet she was and it was really turning me on. When we found a room, we stripped off our clothes and I found out that she was indeed very wet.
A couple of nights ago I wet the bed. One most of these occasions, knowing my propensity for the odd accident when going to bed in this condition, I was responsible, and slipped on protection before falling asleep. On a couple of occasions, a slightly less drunk husband helped me into protection, not wanting to be soaked in the night by his leaky wife. And there have been a couple of times when we forgot the protection and I was woken up by a slightly grumpy hubby who was himself awoken by my pee. Our bed is pretty well protected with a mattress cover.
Most tomboys that end up in Preston never stop hating having to be feminine. They rage against it until they just lose the strength to fight it and then they just go with the flow, still loathing every minute of it. Some tomboys, however, quickly adapt to their new lives.