Ever since I had my first clothed bath on Saturday I've been desperate to do it again! I dyed my hair again on Sunday and was hoping to have a bath then, but my parents were snooping around and I just couldn't get the chance. Yesterday looked like being much the same, but I was so pumped up about getting wet again that I couldn't put it out of my mind. Finally they went to bed and I grabbed my chance, some clothes off the washing pile and my trusty camera!

The clothes I grabbed were the same ones I put on after colouring my hair on Sunday - a lovely silk top that goes with the new colours of my hair, dark pink with a blue pattern, plus a pair of faded black jeans and a black cardigan. In my rush to get ready I snatched up a couple of odd socks, but it didn't matter! I tiptoed off to the bathroom, locked the door and started running the bath. This time I put lots of bubbles in it - I wanted to luxuriate in it a bit more. Soon it was ready and I stepped in, a bit nervous because this time I was wearing nicer clothes, not just an old t-shirt and tatty jeans.

My jeans quickly soaked up the water as I sat down, leaving them dark and shiny. They clung tight to my legs as I adjusted my position in the bath, causing me to gasp a little as I realised the water had soaked my underwear too! My light top and heavy cardigan floated on the water, the cardigan soon sucking it up and sinking underneath the surface with the weight of the water trapped in the fabric. The contrast between that and the thin floaty silk excited me. I sank further in, enjoying the feel of the heavy cardigan sleeves as I lifted my arms out of the water. I picked up a handful of bubbles and rubbed them on my top, shivering with pleasure as they soaked through the silk and into my bra. This was much more fun than the first time!

Once the water was up to my chin I took a deep breath, held my nose and went under. The weight of my saturated cardigan made it surprisingly difficult to come up again! I had to do it as quietly as possible as I was still conscious that my parents were in their bedroom next door. The idea that they could catch me in the bath with all my clothes on made me feel quite wanton! Looking down I realised that my silk top was now clinging to the shape of my body, although it wasn't quite see-through the shape of my bra was quite obvious underneath. And yet I was still properly dressed, even wearing a nice warm cardie so I wouldn't catch cold!

I also realised that my hair dye was starting to run down my face! Not only that, but it had turned the bathwater a brilliant purple. Time to get out!

I stood up slowly, quietly and carefully, enjoying the feelings of pleasure as the water ran out of my clothes, down my body, between my legs and back into the tub. I stepped out of the bath to admire myself - my squishy odd socks, my dark, bubbly jeans, my slik top plastered to my body, my saturated cardigan pouring water all over the floor... uh-oh.

Quickly I stripped out of my sodden clothes and began the clean-up operation. Wrapping myself in a towel, I let the water out of the bath and dumped the pile of clothes in it. Then I dried my hair, pretty much destroying a previously white towel in the process, and cleaned off the mixture of dripping make-up and hair dye from my face. Squeezing as much water out of the clothes as possible, I tiptoed downstairs to put them in the washing machine, then came back up to rinse the purple mess out of the bathtub. Time for bed!

 

The awful orange hair has gone! It's now a mix of dark pink and blue, which I like much better and doesn't make me look like a citrus fruit. And it's done wonders for the bathtub, don't you think? ;-)

Still coming to terms with the disastrous orange hair.

The week started out pretty crappy and just got worse. The idea of dyeing my hair was supposed to cheer me up, but it was supposed to go a subtle shade of red, not Ed Sheeran orange! So I decided the disastrous week was at an end and a much better weekend was starting. To kick it off, I finally plucked up the courage to do what I've been fumbling towards for a few months now - I decided I was going to get in the bath with all my clothes on.

I started the taps running and put in a splash of bubble bath, not too much as I was more interested in getting my clothes wet than foamy. I thought about changing my clothes first, but decided it was more exciting and daring to just get in dressed as I was; even though I was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing special, just the idea of getting totally soaking wet fully dressed made me tremble with excitement.

By the time the bath was about half full I decided I couldn't wait any longer and stepped in. The water instantly soaked through my socks, turning them a dark pink, but the heavy denim of my jeans took a bit longer to absorb the water. Eventually it soaked into them too, and I stood there, calf-deep in the water, the legs of my jeans darkened by their submersion.

My heart was thumping and my instinct was to sit down and soak myself as quickly as possible. Instead I decided to fight it and do it as slowly as I could, savouring each moment. Slowly and carefully I sank to my knees, feeling the thrill as the warm water darkened the denim and plastered it to the shape of my legs. I sat down, totally submerging my jeans and allowing my toes to poke cheekily above the waterline, the shape of my toes clearly visible through the clinging cotton of my socks. I wriggled my toes, enjoying the squishy feeling.

By now the bottom of my t-shirt was wet and floating on the surface of the water. I allowed myself to sink further down, enjoying the feeling of the air bubbles as they became trapped inside my shirt. I sank right down until the water was right up to my neck, my t-shirt now totally soaked, not to mention my bra! The feeling of the wet clothes floating around me was a huge turn-on, more so than having the water of the shower beat down on them. Before I knew it, the water was lapping around my chin. I decided not to fight it and allowed my head to go right under.

It felt totally calm and peaceful under the water, the fact that I was wearing all my clothes and even my glasses didn't seem to matter. I had to surface, of course, and I was alarmed by the noise the water made as it rushed out of my saturated clothes. There was a moment of panic as I realised my parents were downstairs - the last thing I wanted was for them to come up to investigate the noise! So I couldn't enjoy my bath for as long as I would have liked. I lay there for a couple more minutes, luxuriating in the feel of my wet clothes floating and clinging to me, then decided it was time to move.

I stood up. Again the water poured out of my clothes with an enormous roar, but the sensation as it left my warm, wet clothes clinging tight to my body was worth it. I admired myself in the mirror; the look and feel of the wrinkled, clinging, still slightly bubbly clothes, combined with the thrill of having done something so outrageous, made me feel incredibly aroused. I couldn't hang around though, as I was making a huge puddle on the floor!

So that was my first fully clothed bath, after so many years of wondering how it would feel, and it certainly wasn't a disappointment! I'll definitely be doing this again!

So Amy and I were talking about dying our hair. "Why don't you go ginger?" she said. "You'd suit being a redhead."

"Okay," I said, like an idiot.

Look at it! Bloody look at it! It's gone ORANGE! What the hell was I thinking?

Oh well. Got the house to myself for a while. Maybe I'll go and indulge myself...

7.30 am! Can't sleep! Too excited about all the fun I had yesterday!
I thought my embarrassing puddle experience before Christmas might have satisfied my curiosity about what it's like to be wet with all your clothes on, but it's only increased my fascination. I've been thinking about it all over Christmas and New Year, looking for excuses to get wet, but couldn't find any.
Yesterday the opportunity arrived. With my parents back at work and school still on holiday, I was home alone and had the whole day to myself. Bliss! My first thought was that I could get dressed in some of my nice new clothes that I got for Christmas and haven't worn yet, then get in the shower and totally soak everything, and then go about my normal business for the rest of the day totally soaking wet! The idea got my heart racing and spurred me out of bed, but by the time I'd chosen my outfit I'd had an even better and entirely more scientific idea. Thinking about my puddle exploits and how exciting it was to be secretly wet under dry clothes without anyone noticing, I decided I could spend the day experimenting, pushing the boundaries, to see just how wet I could get without it being obvious to anyone else.
I already knew I could get away with wet socks inside boots, and wet tights under a long skirt, so the next step was the rest of my underwear. I also know just how see-through and obvious white clothes go when they get wet, so I decided to stick with dark clothes for the purposes of the experiment. I chose a black bra and black panties, took them into the bathroom and soaked them thoroughly in the sink, then wrung out the excess water. Nervously I stepped into the damp knickers and pulled them up over my bum, then hooked myself into the wet bra. The material was cold and clammy - should have used warmer water - but it felt pretty thrilling to be deliberately putting on wet underwear.
I went back into my bedroom, enjoying the feel of the damp cotton clinging to my bum as I walked, and pulled on a black sleeveless vest top and a pair of jeans. Because my underwear was only a bit moist, not soaking wet, it didn't make much difference to the outer clothes - I could feel my bra making the top a bit damp, but looking in the mirror there were no obvious signs that I was less than dry.
After satisfying myself that damp underwear was fine, I decided to go up a step. Taking off the jeans and top, I returned to the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped in. I washed my hair and lathered myself up, as if taking my normal morning shower, apart from the fact that I still had my underwear on. I rinsed off, wrapped my hair in a towel and allowed my body to dry naturally for five minutes or so before putting my top and jeans back on.
Although my bare skin was dry, my bra and pants were pretty soaked this time, much wetter than they had been the first time. The water began to soak into the crotch of my jeans but the thick, dark material hid my secret well, It was quite clear that my bra was wet though, as the little vest top soaked up a lot of water and became noticeably clingy and shiny around my chest. I decided I could disguise this by putting on a checked shirt over the top, which I buttoned up to just around the bottom of my bra - the top part of the vest top could still be seen, but the wet part was hidden underneath the shirt.
With this in mind, I took off the shirt and my jeans but kept on the black strappy top. Now my heart was really pounding. Showering in bra and panties was exciting, but it was still not that far away from wearing a bikini. If I could get away with wetting proper clothes, that would be something. In fact... thinking about how well my jeans had hidden the fact that my knickers were wet, I decided to up the ante even further and pulled on a pair of black leggings before returning to the shower.
The naughtiness of what I was doing really hit home as I stood under the cascading water, letting it soak my clothes. The top and leggings instantly turned shiny as glass as the water soaked them. I watched in a state of huge excitement as the water poured down onto the drenched material and rolled off again, unable to find any space that wasn't already saturated. I was in the shower fully clothed and it felt amazing. I'd wanted to do this for so many years and now I was finally doing it, why had it taken so long?
I turned off the water and stood there for a minute, dripping wet and shaking with excitement. Every atom of my body tingled as I ran my hands over the sodden material, trying to squeeze out as much as I could. Still in the shower cubicle I towelled myself off, leaving my clothes still wet but not totally soaked. I started to walk back to my bedroom but the feel of the wet material rubbing against my sensitive parts was too much and, well, I'm afraid I had to give in to temptation, if you know what I mean!
When I'd got my breath back I pulled my jeans back on over the still damp leggings. It felt strange and clingy but the wetness still didn't show through the thick denim. The shirt also hid the wet vest top pretty well, it did get a bit darker in places but the pattern stopped it from appearing too obvious. Looking at myself in the mirror, I reckoned I could go out like this without anyone noticing I was wet. Another ripple of excitement passed through me as I decided to give it a try!
Slipping on a pair of shoes, I opened the door and went outside. It was pretty cold out and I began to wish I'd put on a coat as I walked down the road. Still, I didn't mind too much as I was so excited at being outside in wet clothes without anyone knowing!
I made it to the shop at the end of the road, where I bought a coffee to warm me up on the walk back. The guy in the shop did give me a bit of a funny look, but I'm sure he couldn't tell that I was wet, or if he did, he would have thought he was imagining it - after all, who would go to the shop wearing soaking wet clothes?
I came home and thought about changing, but decided against it - I spent the rest of the day in the same clothes, letting them dry on me, so by the time my parents came home there was no sign that I'd been in the shower fully clothed. I got clean away with it! So now I'm wondering how much further I can take it - I guess if I went out wearing a coat, everything under the coat could be soaking wet and nobody would know... maybe I'll try that today! 8-) xxx

Thursday was the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, so I was really hoping that I'd get the chance to play in my puddle one more time. Amazingly though, when I woke up it was dry, sunny and mild - warm, even. I was a bit disappointed, expecting that my puddle would have dried up, so instead of putting on my long hide-everything skirt that I was planning to use to cover my wetness, I decided I'd dress up a bit for the last day of term. I put on a white school shirt and a nice pair of black trousers. As it was so warm, I decided on a lightweight black cardigan instead of the usual school jersey and a pair of ballet type pumps instead of my winter boots.

On the way to school I found that although the puddle had dried up a bit, it was still there, just a lot smaller than it had been earlier in the week. For a moment I was tempted to walk through it and soak my shoes, but I decided against it this time.
Some time around 11 it started raining. It rained all through lunch, getting steadily heavier, and by the afternoon our Christmas service was almost drowned out by the noise of the rain. The service ended at about 2.30 and we were allowed to go home. Not that anyone wanted to, the rain was torrential. A few people who had the sense to bring umbrellas "just in case" ventured out, while the rest of us huddled under the little shelter at the main door.
It quickly became obvious that the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon. This was my chance. Telling my remaining friends that I had to go, and wishing them a merry Christmas, I dashed out into the pouring rain.
Thanks to my optimism about the weather earlier in the day, I hadn't bothered to bring a coat, so within seconds the rain was soaking into my cardigan and through to my shirt. As I ran, my feet splashed through puddles and soaked the shoes I was so worried about getting wet earlier on. Once I thought I was out of sight of my friends hanging around in the doorway, I slowed down - there was no point in running, I was getting soaked anyway, and the rain on my glasses meant I could hardly see where I was going.
I stood for a moment to catch my breath. The rain beat down on me, dripping off my hair, onto my shoulders, soaking through my cardigan and shirt, dripping off my sleeves and the hem of the cardigan onto my trousers, making them stick to my legs, and dripping off the bottom of my trousers into my shoes. I was drenched. I wiped the rain off my glasses and out of my eyes with my sleeve and started walking. The urge to get out of the rain had subsided and I began to enjoy the feeling of being wet.
Even so, I still paused when I came to the puddle. There was no need to walk around it, I was soaked anyway. Or so I thought. Taking a deep breath, I stepped in.
Almost immediately I realised that while I was already quite wet, I could still get a whole lot wetter. I stopped, calf deep in the water, feeling my trousers float around me. I hadn't experienced this before, I had been wearing tights in my first two adventures and the feeling was very different. It felt more daring than before, probably because I knew there was no hiding the fact that I was soaked. I walked in further, allowing the water to soak me to the knees. This was deeper than I had been before. It made me wonder how deep the puddle actually was. It couldn't be much deeper, surely? The image of Dawn French in The Vicar Of Dibley jumping in a puddle that turned out to be 2 metres deep flashed into my mind. I decided not to push my luck and turned around to get out.
That was my mistake. I'm still not sure what happened, my foot must have caught on something, but next thing I knew I went sprawling into the puddle. I threw out my hands to save myself and managed not to actually land face first, but my whole front was now totally drenched.
Feeling like an idiot, I scrambled to my feet. I wrung as much water out of my cardigan as I could and tried to squeeze some out of my trousers, but that only succeeded in making them cling even tighter to my legs. If I was worried about anyone seeing me going into the puddle, I was terrified that someone would see me coming out.
I walked off, still feeling stupid, but after a while I began to realise that this was what I'd wanted all these years. Maybe not in these circumstances, but my ambition of getting all wet with my clothes on had finally been achieved. This cheered me up and by the time I was nearly home I was enjoying the feeling. It was a lot colder now, a fact that was barely hidden by my thin cardigan and white shirt, which had gone pretty see-through with its soaking. Still, it felt exciting and quite daring to be walking home in wet clothes, and the feeling of my soaked trousers rubbing against me was... well, let's say "stimulating"!

I finally made it home, totally soaked through and shaking with excitement. So this was what it felt like to get your clothes all wet. I wanted to stay in my wet things for longer, but I knew I had to get changed before someone came home and caught me, so I ran upstairs to change. Peeling off my cardigan I realised just how see-through my white shirt had gone - my bra was clearly visible. I felt a sudden mixture of shame and excitement at the thought that people could have been looking at my underwear even though I was fully dressed! And combined with the clinging, shiny wetness of my trousers... well. This is something I'm definitely going to have to do more often! xx

It's been a while, but today I finally got a chance to go playing in the puddles again! I've finally seen off the cold and the weather today was much milder than it has been for the past week or so... and wet. Very wet. So, ideal conditions.
After dipping my toes in the water (literally) last time, I was ready to take things a bit further, but I still didn't want anyone else to know my little secret. So I left my fashion sense behind and put on an ankle length black skirt with sheer black tights and my trusty old ankle boots, which stood up pretty well to their last soaking.
It had been raining pretty heavily all night, so I was hoping my puddle would be a bit deeper than last time, but when I got to it, it was even bigger than I was expecting. Luckily it's in a pretty quiet area so there's hardly ever anyone around when I get there. Again making sure nobody was watching, I hitched up my skirt a bit and stepped in. Straight away the water flooded into my boots and made my pulse rush, just like last time, but I couldn't walk right through it like last time - it was already over the top of my boots after only two steps! If I'd kept on walking like that, my skirt would have been soaked and it would have been quite obvious what I'd done. So instead I pulled my skirt up higher and waded in, soaking my tights right up to the knees!
Looking around again, I wondered if I could go even deeper, but I couldn't pull my skirt up much higher and the water was pretty cold, so I kept out of the middle of the puddle and sloshed around the outside, coming out the other side with my tights all shiny and my boots full of water. It felt so naughty, more so than last time! Then I put my master plan into action - I let my skirt fall back down into place, hiding my soaked legs. It clung a little bit to the wet nylon of my tights but, being black, the wetness didn't make it change colour, so the only clue that I'd been in the puddle was the squelch of my boots and the wet footprints I left behind. The tights dried pretty quickly but the boots stayed wet for a while, so I was reminded of my little adventure all through the morning of boring classes!
I'm not sure where to go from here - I want to go in deeper, get even wetter, but I still want it to be a secret. The thrill of sitting in class soaking wet and nobody knowing is amazing, but I don't know how far I can take it without giving the secret away. I had the idea of doing the same thing tomorrow, but with leggings instead of tights - I think they'll stay wetter longer, but I don't want them to soak my skirt or everyone will know! Ah, decisions... 8-) xx

I know I haven't posted anything for ages. I've given myself the worst cold I've ever had. Stupid weather.
Remember I said there was going to be puddles? Well, I was right. Lots of big deep splashy puddles all over the place. Big deep tempting puddles.
Thursday morning on the way to school I was very careful to walk round them. By hometime I was feeling less careful. I walked right up to the edge of a very big puddle, thinking how naughty it would be just to carry on walking right through it, soaking my shoes and my tights. I got as far as getting the soles of my shoes wet, but I kept thinking about the dream I had the week before and worrying about ruining my shoes. The thought that I might ruin them made me so excited, but I couldn't do it - my mum and dad would notice and I can't afford to replace them. So I walked round the puddle and carried on home, thinking up a plan.
Friday morning, instead of wearing my good school shoes, I dug out an old, worn pair of ankle boots from the back of my wardrobe. Perfect. Still just about wearable but not smart enough to matter if they got ruined.  Started walking to school just like the day before but, when I came to the puddle, I had a quick look round to make sure no-one was watching, then just carried on walking straight into the puddle.
For a couple of seconds it didn't feel any different, then the water began to seep in through the seams of my boots. A couple more steps and the water was right to the tops of my boots and starting to flood into them. It felt so naughty! And cold, but the excitement of the naughtiness helped to block out the cold. I carried on walking out the other side of the puddle, with the cold water pouring out of my boots leaving my soaked tights squishing inside them. I walked on to school as normal, feeling so naughty and excited that nobody knew about my little adventure except me!
So basically I spent the rest of the day with wet feet and nobody knew! It felt great for a while but as the day went on, the excitement wore off and the cold set in. I spent most of the afternoon with my still soggy boots off, trying to dry and warm my feet on the radiators in various classrooms.
Woke up on Saturday morning with a horrible cold. I always thought that it was a myth that you could catch a cold from being cold, but maybe my mum was right when she told me not to get my clothes wet! Not that it's going to stop me... I have plans. ;) It's just the cold (weather) and the cold (virus) that's put things on hold for a while...

I'm expecting puddles in the morning. ;) x

Yeah, okay, so I chickened out.
I've been thinking about it so much all week, and especially this morning - getting dressed I was pressing everything against my skin, imagining what each piece of clothing would feel like soaked and clinging to me - that by this afternoon it was hurting to think about it any more. As much as I wanted to, realistically there was no way I could "accidentally" fall in. For one thing, I'd have had to keep everything on - my coat, my shoes, my watch - and that would have made it seriously hard to swim. I guess someone would have fished me out, but how embarrassing would that have been? And the dream I had last night reminded me that my shoes (and my watch) would probably get ruined by the water. Not to mention that I didn't have a change of clothes. I'd have caught pneumonia going home soaking wet in the middle of November.
So I could have just gone to watch, but I felt like I would have been gatecrashing - I don't know who the people were and it wasn't a public event. And the final straw - as I was walking past the pool, I saw there was a BBC van in the car park! So I guess there's a good chance they were filming it to show on the Children In Need charity show tonight, and I really didn't want to be on the telly watching a load of people I don't know jumping in a pool fully clothed! I mean, writing it all down in a blog is one thing, but I'm not ready for tv coverage yet! I only "came out" last week! ;)
So, I'm going to settle down and watch the show and wait to see if they show it. Might go and watch it in my bedroom on my own instead of downstairs with the family! x