Steven's First Night in the College Dorm - a true story!
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	I would like to relate an incident that happened over 
15 years ago on my very first day as a freshman in college. 
It truly was one of my most memorable embarrassing nights.
	Being 18 years old, I really thought I had made it and 
had reached freedom at last. No longer would I be living in 
my parents home or under their rules. My new college 
roommate, Mike, was an acquaintance from my high school, so 
we chose to be roommates rather than accept potluck.
	After getting settled in our dorm room we decided that 
since I was smaller, I would sleep on the top bunk and he 
on the lower. While putting my sheets on the 6" mattress I 
did pay particular attention to the fact that my new 
mattress was severely stained from previous bedwetting 
episodes. It was brought to our attention earlier in the 
day that our rooms were used each summer by boys' aged 8 to 
15 as part of a special camp program the college hosted. 
Obviously, my new mattress had experienced many boys who 
couldn't control their bladders at night and had wet the 
bed like a baby. Seeing those stains helped to rekindle the 
thoughts and memories of my own chronic bedwetting problem 
that had been such a dominant part of my life only a few 
years before.
	The metal bunk beds were much the same as beds that 
could be found at almost any summer camp facility. They 
looked like youth style bunk beds and the springs squeaked 
a lot whenever you moved around on them. I finished putting 
the sheets on the bed and prepared for our first evening of 
college fun. My roommate and I caught up with some other 
people from another dorm and we all went out to some of the 
local college pubs to drink some beers and look for the 
action. Much beer drinking was done by all that night and 
we all got pretty loaded.
	Mike and I arrived back at our dorm room around 1 A.M. 
and both passed out in our new beds. About three hours 
later, I was abruptly startled to find Mike screaming at me 
from the bunk below and kicking my mattress with his feet. 
When I finally came out of my slumber, I became acutely 
aware that I had just had a complete and very full blown 
BEDWETTING Episode. My briefs, T-shirt, bed sheets, and 
mattress were completely soaked with warm piss! I hadn't 
had a bedwetting accident like this in over two years and 
at that moment I felt just like I was 12 years old again 
and waking up to another wet bed.
	I must have been peeing my pants and bed for over a 
good minute before Mike realized it and woke up out of his 
own deep slumber. My heavy wetting had soaked right through 
the thin mattress and had completely drenched Mike's 
pajamas, sheets, and his mattress as well. It was a double 
bedwetting, something I had never done to someone else. If 
Mike had not been such a heavy sleeper, maybe he could have 
caught me in the early stages of this episode and minimized 
the damages, but this was not the case and my humiliation 
was very real.
	As he should have been, Mike was absolutely furious 
with me. At that moment I felt like a naughty Bedwetter, 
certainly not an older boy who was now in college. All I 
could do was to keep repeating over and over how sorry I 
was.
	As he was disgustedly taking his wet clothes off and 
putting towels down over his wet sheets, so he could go 
back to sleep, he asked me flat out, "Do you do this 
often?" "No, I have never wet my bed" was all I could 
reply. Of course I now know I shouldn't have lied and 
should have admitted that I had been a chronic bedwetter 
from ages 8 through 14 and was frequently made to wear 
diapers and plastic pants for it. At the very least I 
should have told him that I had always slept on plastic and 
rubber sheets and was certainly sorry I didn't bring one to 
college and used it that night.
	On this particular night, I may have even been 
dreaming of wetting the bed when it was actually occurring. 
The restroom for our hall was also located down a long and 
damp corridor, so maybe subconsciously I decided it would 
be easiest to simply pee the bed like I had grown so 
accustomed to doing as a habit just a few years earlier. It 
also probably didn't help that I was sleeping in unfamiliar 
surroundings. When I was a youngster, it was almost 
guaranteed that I would wet my bed anytime I slept in an 
unfamiliar place.
	After putting several towels down over the wet 
mattress and changing the sheets, Mike and I did manage to 
go back to sleep for the rest of the night. All I could do 
was to lay there for awhile on top of the towel which was 
by now becoming moist and think about what my roommate 
might do to expose or humiliate me for my childish 
bedwetting episode.
	Would Mike expose my bedwetting problem to my peers in 
the dorm? What would they think of an 18-year-old boy still 
wetting his bed? Would I be ridiculed and forced back into 
diapers and rubber pants and made to wear them nightly as a 
result of this incident? The fear of these unanswered 
questions kept going through my mind as I slowly drifted 
off to sleep.
	The morning arrived much to quickly and when I should 
have been preparing to go to orientation classes, I had to 
instead spend the morning cleaning up from my naughty 
bedwetting accident just as I had to do so many mornings 
when I was a boy. After Mike left for his class, I got out 
the blow dryer, opened a window and began the long process 
of drying both our mattresses out. When I was a boy, and 
wanted to try to avoid having my mattress displayed 
outside, I would use a blow dryer to dry my accident 
although the stains are forever.
	To think, this whole nightmare could have been 
minimized considerably if I had only placed a plastic or 
rubber sheet on the mattress prior to my making the bed up 
the previous day. But how would I have explained the 
waterproof mattress protection to my roommate? Besides, 
they are so noisy to sleep on.
	After blow drying the mattresses and putting them back 
on the bunk beds, I bundled up all the piss soaked sheets, 
briefs, t-shirts and towels and snuck off campus on a bus 
to a local Laundromat. I didn't want to use the facilities 
on campus, as I was very self-conscious about my wet sheets 
and someone else seeing me I might know. What a great way 
to start off my first day as a college freshman.
	Looking back on it, Mike was really a good sport about 
my humiliating wetting episode and he surprisingly even let 
the whole issue pass without any outside discussions that I 
am aware of. Actually, if he had told anyone they probably 
would have laughed more at him than at me because he was 
the one who got peed on. I did my best to assure Mike that 
this was an isolated incident and one that would not happen 
again. I did feel bad about not being honest with Mike and 
admitting to him that I had been a chronic bedwetter 
throughout childhood and into adolescence.
	With the passage of time, I now like thinking back on 
this incident and am actually glad that I had to experience 
it. It helped to solidify in my own mind that I never 
really did outgrow the label of Bedwetter that was so much 
a part of my life as a boy and early teen. After that 
incident I started putting rubber sheets back on my 
mattress and would always know I was sleeping on it. All of 
the bedwetting memories would resurface over the years to 
come and help to remind me that "once a Bedwetter, always a 
Bedwetter!"
	Today I am working on becoming a fulltime bedwetter 
again and letting the nighttime wetting habit reestablish 
itself in my life. Every night I put thick cloth diaper 
pants on with waterproof rubber pants overtop. I'm still 
sleeping with the rubber sheet protecting the mattress and 
am wetting several times (usually somewhat awake) during 
the night. It feels good to be able to admit that I am a 
Bedwetter again. It definitely is a lot more work with all 
the extra laundry, diapers, rubber pants, and sheets, but 
bedwetting is a problem I know deep down I must give into 
and allow to happen at night. I am hopeful that after 
awhile I will not wake at all during the night as I wet and 
that diapers and rubber pants will become a mandatory 
requirement each and every night as the "only" solution for 
my problem.
	Is this naughty? Yes. Should the bedwetting be 
punished? Yes. As an adult bedwetter, I am now open to so 
many things that a full blown bedwetting problem creates.
	If possible I would certainly appreciate any thoughts 
you might have concerning my story.