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This happened in high school. The girls' and the boys' locker rooms entrances were next to each other at 90 degrees. I had just finished changing from a gym class and was combing my hair. I heard hysterical laughing from a girl and also a few guys laughing. It was late spring and pretty warm. I walked into the main locker section to see what was going on, and there was a really pretty girl I knew, Joanne, being carried into the guy's locker-room. It was classic: 4 guys each held an arm and a leg and on purpose or not, Joanne pretty tight tan skirt had ridden up her legs pretty far, and as her legs were facing me, I had a perfect view of her white cotton bikini panties (totally exposed up to her stomach) as she was being carried spread eagle. I was hard in an instant.

I'm not sure that she knew how exposed she was, but she was laughing really hard trying to say 'put me down, put me down', but only half succeeding. This must have taken only some seconds, perhaps 10, and then Joanne, through her laughter, said, 'please, I can't hold it, I'm peeing...', and proceeded to completely soak her panties as the guys held her, by now having stopped walking. I still had the perfect view, shared by two other guys, as we watched her panties turned pretty transparent from her peeing in them. When the guys holding her realized she was wetting herself, they put her down on the floor, but not all at once, so she kept trying to close her legs and pull her skirt down, all the time still wetting herself. She was beet red, sort of laughing, but I wondered if she was also going to cry...which she didn't. Finally, she was on the floor, her hands free, but her skirt up to her waist and her white panties entirely soaked in the back, clinging to her lovely ass. There was a puddle on the floor under her.

She finally managed to pull her skirt down part way, but her legs were still apart. I think she had finally stopped wetting at this point as she struggled to pull her skirt down, which I realized was difficult as she sat on the ground because the back of her skirt was also soaked and stuck to her butt and somewhat wet legs. Finally she managed to get it down and stood up, ready to run out of the locker-room. She was totally embarrassed, still beet red, mumbling something about not believing she wet herself. No one had thought about that possibility, and all of us just stood still and quiet. As Joanne finally got up and went for the door, I realized that her tan skirt, almost dripping in the rear, was sort of see through, her panties pretty visible under it.

She was the talk of the school and her friends for quite a while and was sometimes teased about her peeing accident. I still have vivid images of her panties, her wetting them, and how I could see some of her hair through them, and her beet red face.