Pete's Pledging Story Ages: 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 I was a bedwetter pretty much every night when I was a kid, but I eventually stopped when I was 12. So I never even thought about wetting when I pledged a fraternity my freshman year of college. My three suite-mates and I pledged ADG. At the first kegger and the first time I had ever drank I got really wasted. My roommate, Kevin, poured me into bed at 3:00 AM, and by 6:00 I woke up in a very soaked bed. I tried to hide it but soon the three of them knew. A couple of nights later we went out drinking again. All night long they said, "Be careful Pete, we don't want an accident." Everyone else thought I was the driver. The next morning I woke up to a lot of snickering; I was soaked again! During pledging we were told that at some point the actives would 'kidnap' all the pledges and go away for a weekend-long party, called a walkout. The pledges were taken with what they were wearing. There were stories about pledges being kidnapped while sleeping and spending the entire weekend in only their pajamas or underwear, or being taken from the locker room in just their jock. So we were told to always be ready. For a while, Greg, my roommate slept in his clothes. I, and the other two suitemates just said 'fuck it' if they want to see us in our underwear all weekend that was their problem! My only problem was waking up wet every time I went drinking! About two-third through pledging it happened. I was walking back to the dorm after class on a Friday afternoon. A car pulled up, three actives rolled out, grabbed me and one other pledge, and we were off for the weekend. Sometimes walkouts went to another fraternity at another university, or a motel somewhere. This year we went to one of the active's hunting cabin at an old converted Boy Scout camp on a lake. Even before we got there the drinking had begun in the cars. I tried to refuse, but my pledge father forced me�we started with shots of rum in the back of the car. When we got there it was obvious we were set for the weekend. There was enough food and beer and hard stuff to feed (and drowned) an army. This was going to be one hell of a party!!! Most of the evening was spent playing poker, and making bets on what next crude thing was going to happen on the porn videos we were watching; the losers having to drink another shot or beer. My suitemates kept teasing me about having an accident. The rest of the pledge class and the actives still thought it was about driving and tried to explain to them we weren't leaving here any time soon. By the time it got to be 3:00 in the morning most of us stumbled off to find an old cot to sleep in. Knowing I was going to be in wet trouble, I went to the next cabin and fell a sleep there, hoping no body would find me. I woke up around 7:00 with the whole pledge class around my cot. "Looks like we got us a leaker!" said Dave. "Leaker? The guy could float a boat!" Bill said, pointing to the floor. On the floor under the very thin canvass cot was a huge puddle of pee. "What are we going to do about it?" Randy asked. "We ain't going to do nothin' about it," said my room mate Kevin. "Pete wets his bed, so what, Randy. So just don't sleep with him and you won't get wet." "Yeah, but what are the actives going to say?" We found out soon enough. When I walked over to the other cabin to get breakfast it didn't take long for someone to notice my soaked jeans. "So that was the 'accident' you guys were talking about," yelled out Boomer, in his typically loud voice. My pledge father, Will, said, "Son, it looks like your mom didn't toilet train you very good. Hey, Boomer, I told you we forgot something. We forgot Pete's diapers!!!" "I guess he will just have to pee his pants then." And every body laughed, and went back to eating breakfast and drinking bloody marys. "See," Kevin whispered to us, "They really don't care about it." That night the drinking began again in earnest (It never really stopped all weekend) and I thought everybody pretty much forgot about the wetting. But at one point my pledge father called everybody attention. "Men of ADG! In honor of my son's great achievement last night, I have decided to change his pledge name. From now on instead of PJ (they called me that because my name was Peter James) I now bestow upon my the son the name of PP!" "OH, GOD," I thought, "I'm up shit creek now!" "Here, here! Everyone drink to our brother PP!" yelled Boomer. There was nothing I could do. I drank too; knowing it was going to be one wet weekend! Sunday morning I woke up soaked and found an old coffee can under the cot strategically placed to catch what ran through the cot. "Hey, PP, glad to see you didn't drowned last night!" said Boomer. "You do look a little soggy, though." Will walked by me and whispered, "Don't let him get to you PP. You aren't the first to piss the bed around here. You just do it better!" "Gee, thanks, 'Dad'!" I said slightly sarcastically. I was pretty stinky by then, but so was every body else. No body really did seem to mind until we were ready to go back to school that afternoon. In the car I was pretty rank. At the first town we came to we stopped to get gas and something other than alcohol to drink. I didn't notice that Dad had an extra package until we were moving again. "PP, 'I love you, but you stink!'" Everybody in the car laughed. "I tried to get something that would fit you. You're lucky the gas station had only baby diapers." He pulled out a package of Fruit of the Loom briefs. "Men, strip him! And throw those stinky clothes out the car!" In less than a minute I was sitting in the back of the car naked. He threw the package of briefs and a small bottle of aftershave back to me. "There, put those on and we will all feel better." We got back to school pretty late Sunday evening, so the pledge master call off the weekly pledge meeting and test. "But your guys had better be really ready next week," he said. The Sunday evening meetings were used to count up the past week's demerits, hand out punishments for the demerits, get our next week's assignments, and for the Pledge Master to generally tell us how bad a pledge class we were. "You guys are the worst ever and this week was god-awful bad!!!" was Pledge Master Brian's way of starting each meeting. Then he would go into specifics. After the meeting, we would assemble in the lounge and get tested by the entire fraternity on what we were supposed to have learned the past week. We had all sorts of history and trivia about the fraternity, the members, and all the other pledges to memorize. We would stand on a makeshift stage of low tables as a group and the actives, sitting in chairs around the room, would call out a name and ask a question. When we got a question right they would cheer; but most of the time we would hear, "Wrong, dipshit!" Before the meeting, we would down a few aspirins and cokes or Mountain Dews so that we would be 'up' and could think better, but usually it didn't help much. The following Sunday evening meeting started out typically, but once we got in the lounge things changed. There was a keg in there and we were each handed a plastic cup of beer as we walked in. We thought it was a celebration and we were set. Wrong! The first question was for me. "Hey, PP!!! If a nut on your wall is a walnut, and a nut on your chest is a chestnut, what is a nut under your bed?" I had no idea. I stepped forward and said, "Sir, I don't know, sir!" "In your case it's a peanut, or it could be a pecan. I hear you filled the can under your bed last weekend!" All the actives laughed, and I knew we were in big trouble again. "Well, PP, since you didn't know that, you have to drink you beer!" I took a sip. "No, pledge! The entire thing!" Now all of us knew we were in big, big trouble again. The tests continued, pledge after pledge drinking beer after beer. The actives were drinking too and after a while they started heading for the john, one by one. "Hey, man, I got to pee too," Randy finally said. "You can pee after the test is done," Brian said. "Yeah, hold it just like PP does," said someone from the back. "But he doesn't hold it, he just wets himself" said another. "Yep, and so will they," said Boomer. "Brian, you keep the questions coming until only one pledge is dry!" And the testing continued. And the wetting soon began. Randy couldn't hold it any longer and was the first to wet his jeans. He must have been letting a little out at a time since the wet spot was mostly round. When it was finally notice someone called out "Randy gets the 'PP the first' award." He hung his head and I think he actually was crying. I couldn't hold it any longer either. Between questions I stepped forward, "Fuck it! I can't hold it and you guys seen me wet before." And I just let go. In seconds pee was running down both legs and I was wet from nearly my belt, down the insides of both legs, to the bottoms of my feet. I even left a puddle on the table we were standing on. The room howled with laughter and catcalls. In the next ten minutes all the pledges but Kevin wet their pants. "Test is over! Kevin wins! Everybody drink to Kevin. Kevin wanted to head for the john, but they wouldn't let him. "But you said I won," Kevin said, now holding his crotch. "Yeah," Brian said, "but pledging is about unity! When one wets you all wet! You won, but you ain't going to the can any time soon. Now, show us how a winner pees his pants, and we can close the meeting and get down to some real drinking!" It took him about a minute and a half, but he finally wet his pants too. A cheer went up from the crowd. "Ok guys, one last thing," said Brian. "Take off those peed clothes. We don't want the lounge smelling like the car PP rode back in!" We reluctantly followed the order. "Now put these on!" And Brian through a package of depends up on 'stage'. "What if we don't?" Randy asked. "Well, that depends on whether you want to continue to pledge this fraternity, I guess," Boomer yelled back, and laughed. We all put on the diapers and spent the rest of the evening drinking and wearing the diapers until our jeans were washed and dried. We all did make it though pledging and later we were told we were one of the best pledge classes ADG had ever had. Oh, and yeah, I still sleep in a bed with a vinyl sheet, and the brothers still call me PP.