Hi all, Today something has happened that I have been wanting to do for twenty years. No, I did not meet a girl who liked me. A good friend from the Net had provided me with a true gift of friendship. She had spent some time looking for the exact thing I wanted, bought it, tried it, used it herself, and finally mailed it over the ocean to me. What? Precisely! She had bought me a true, original, real world normal short skirt. Yes I know this is booooring, but for me, it really means something. Finally I am done with makeshift skirts made out of old night ties or other throwaways. I have always wanted to wet myself for real, wearing a real skirt. And this time, I even knew for sure that the skirt had already been tried and found suitable by a girl, so it couldn't go wrong... So when everybody was away, I drank six cups of chamomile tea, put on some old pair of panties, placed the usual plastic bag that prevents me from staining the whole front of the skirt (I'm proud of this invention) and swapped my pants for the skirt. It has an elastic waist band and reaches down to just above my knees. This gives me ample opportunity to either part my legs (the skirt is very, very wide) or squat down just before I wet myself. In both ways, the skirt won't touch my panties or the ground, and I am completely safe. My friend has tested both poses as well and she confirms that nothing happened while doing it. Dressed for action, I went to my computer and brushed up my latest story, that probably will get finished next week or so (I need to climb a hill because I am up to something which I am not too familiar with, neither in stories nor in reality). After one hour, I really felt my bladder protesting, so I went downstairs and entered the garden. On my favourite spot I just spread my legs and looked down to my skirt. It flowed nicely around my thighs and I believed my friend on her word that it would work this way. Even while I thought that the wide pleats would hang between my legs a bit. So then I let it come. I am very experienced in this, so I don't have to wait indefinitely to get one drop in my panties. When I wear a skirt, I can go in my underwear any time. Within seconds, I felt it coming. Around me were all the normal sounds of a densely populated area, but I knew I was secure from view on my spot in the garden, and I hoped nobody would come home during the next quarter of an hour. The skirt was clearly noticeable against my legs; after all, it is not one of my very light fabric makeshifts. It is warm and cozy and really feels like a garment. I was fully clothed, socks, shoes, sweater, skirt, panties... If I had been a girl, I could have stepped out onto the street and walk up to the sand box and talk to the children and walk around the corner of the bushes and stand over there for a minute. But I couldn't. I could just stand on my favourite spot in the garden, with my legs apart and my hands in my sides, and look down to my own skirt. Three houses further on, a girl laughed. My skirt waved a bit in the wind. A dog barked. And then the wonder happened. I slowly started to wee in my panties, under a real skirt, just as my friend had done under the same skirt a few weeks earlier. Well, I don't need to tell you how this feels, because we all know. It was marvellous. I thoroughly wetted my panties for about two minutes (not continuously, but in three firm spurts and one long gush) and then spent another minute dripping out, still with my legs apart and while not touching my skirt at all. My friend was right: nothing happened to my skirt. Everything fell down exactly like it should, from the middle bottom of my panties, right between my legs, and only my right sock got a bit wet because of a trickle down my right leg. Finally I dared to move. I walked a few steps and squatted to squeeze my panties, and then, still dripping a bit, I went inside. Feeling my skirt brushing my legs with clearly noticeable wet panties around my bum was a delight I'll never forget. In front of the mirror I hiked up my skirt to look at my panties. Much to my delight, I now had reference material to compare them to. My friend had sent me some video clips showing girls going into their panties under little skirts, and what I was looking at right now came absolutely very close. Apart from that bulge, that is. But I am now finally capable of wetting myself The Real Way: like a girl. So I dropped my skirt again. Absolutely no stain wherever, and the thick fabric wouldn't have showed it even if I would have sit down on it. My friend had made the perfect choice. Normally I would have liked to walk around for a few hours this way, wetting myself once in a while and enjoying the freedom a skirt gives you. But now I had a time constraint and I needed to be quick. Thus I put my left hand up my skirt and cupped the front of my panties, rubbing gently. With my legs apart as if wetting myself, hiding my flat hand under my skirt, I got over the top in about a minute. With my knees buckling, I experienced the best orgasm in months. Afterwards, I cleaned up and put everything away again, waiting for the next occasion. Pity men are not allowed to wear skirts. It is such nice weather here, I could wear a skirt or dress all the time and walk a block every few hours. How unfair... many girls here *do* wear a dress or skirt and walk a block every few hours... :-) Thinking of the CDA bill trying to forbid this type of innocent but very useful and mind-easing communications makes me mad. I've always thought that the USA was quite hypocritical, but now I know for sure. Blocking interpersonal traffic while selling automatic fire arms to madmen on every street corner makes me think of certain states in history. Hell, next week they'll forbid cheerleaders because they are too arousing. Ah well, they are :-) Tinker