The weather outside was very pleasant on that mid-September Thursday, so Mrs. Smitters announced that they’d be going outside. The locker rooms were configured so that they had an exit to the outside of the school building; this exit faced the football field and track, and she followed her teacher and the rest of the girls through the door.
Looking to the left as she exited, she could see the boys filing out of their door, accompanied by Mr. McDowell. Erin hadn’t been going to the school long enough to figure out all the details yet, but from what she’d managed to gather, Mr. McDowell was the coach of several of the boys’ sports teams, as well as somewhat of an assistant gym teacher to Mrs. Smitters. Although she’d never had an assistant gym teacher at her old school, it made sense to have one; after all, Mrs. Smitters wouldn’t be able to supervise the boys in their locker room. The two of them seemed to be very friendly with each other, a fact which a lot of the students picked up on, talking behind their backs about how they must love each other. Erin didn’t really understand where they got that; after all, the ‘Mrs.’ in Mrs. Smitters’s title would indicate she was already married, right?
Anyway, the two of them were pleasant enough as teachers, even if she wasn’t particularly interested in a non-academic subject such as gym. Mr. McDowell was very laid back for the most part, and Mrs. Smitters was always very courteous as long as she wasn’t interrupted while she was talking.
At the moment, though, Erin was really wishing that being interrupted wasn’t one of Mrs. Smitters’ pet peeves. Now that she was a few hundred yards away from the toilet she hadn’t successfully used earlier, her bowels decided it would be a good time to start cramping up again, and this time, the cramps weren’t going away. She desperately needed to ask to go back inside to use the toilet, but even if the teacher didn’t mind being interrupted, she would have still found it very difficult to speak up in the middle of her speech. So instead, Erin struggled to hold back, praying that Mrs. Smitters would hurry up with her explanation of the rules of the inane game they were going to play.
Mrs. Smitters was just finishing up as Erin felt a little spurt escape from her rear.
I just pooped my pants a little!
She could tell that it wasn’t very much, but it would definitely stain her panties, and she really hoped the stain wasn’t visible through her white sweatpants. She knew, though, that she needed to go to the toilet now. Luckily, her teacher had just finished her explanation and sent the kids onto the field. Erin hung back and approached her.
“Mrs. Smitters?”
“Yes, Erin?”
“May I go use the bathroom?”
“Didn’t you just come out of the locker room, Erin?”
“I did,” Erin admitted, “but I still really have to go.”
Erin was concerned that Mrs. Smitters wouldn’t believe her, which was a problem, as she knew she didn’t have long. She needn’t have worried, though; Mrs. Smitters took a good look at her face and realized the girl wasn’t lying. “Hurry up, then.”
“Thank you,” Erin gushed, and turned around to get to the locker room as fast as she could.
Her departure wasn’t missed by her fellow students, however. As she half walked, half ran towards the building, she heard a general murmur behind her, and a boy’s voice spoke up. “How come she gets to leave?”
Her body decided to answer him. She halted in her tracks as a very strong cramp came over her, making it too painful to keep going forward. The stopping didn’t help her situation, though, and with a final gurgle of her abdomen, the contents of her colon emptied into her sweatpants. She felt a large solid part pass painfully, and that stayed within her panties. The majority of her accident, however, was the same semi-liquid material she’d passed earlier. Her panties did very little to contain it, and an easily visible brown stain formed on the seat of her pants. She could feel a little bit of the mess sliding down her upper leg, praying that it wouldn’t actually escape the leg of her sweatpants. Erin couldn’t think of a time when she’d ever felt more gross than this.
“Oh, my god!” exclaimed some girl whose voice Erin didn’t recognize. “I think she just sh…” The girl suddenly cut off her voice before swearing, apparently noticing that her exclamation had gotten the attention of Mrs. Smitters.
There was a general murmur as people turned to look, and some laughter began to form before the teachers jumped into action and cut it short. “One word from anybody, and you’re all running laps for the rest of the class,” shouted Mr. McDowell. “Get back to your game!”
Apparently none of the students wanted to earn the ire of their classmates; although there was still some staring, nobody said anything. Mrs. Smitters jogged over to Erin, put her hand on the back of the girl’s shoulder, and led her back inside to the locker room.
Erin was still too much in shock from what had happened to be worried about what her fellow students were thinking yet. Right now, all she wanted to do was get out of these dirty clothes. No matter how delicately she walked, the load kept shifting, and the smell was beginning to reach her nostrils.
Once they were inside the otherwise empty locker room, Mrs. Smitters finally spoke to Erin. “You’re in your gym clothes now, so I’m assuming that means you have your street clothes to change back into?”
“I have a change of pants, but I don’t have a change of underwear.” Erin frowned.
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that; you’re probably going to have to go without them. Go ahead and clean yourself up and get dressed in your street clothes. We’ve got the showers over there, you should probably use them.”
Erin nodded. “Do you want me to come back out when I’m done, or just stay here, or what?”
The teacher gave her a sympathetic expression. “Erin, It’s the last class of the day. I think with what happened, I could justify sending you to the nurse’s office to be checked out, or you could go to the front office and have them call your parents to pick you up. I’ll write you a note for that either way, and either way, that would save you the trouble of having to deal with the other students today.”
Erin hesitated. She wasn’t feeling sick, so it seemed odd to go to the nurse, but she really didn’t want to face her peers again. She had just had an accident after trying all day to go to the toilet; maybe something was wrong with her. At least, the possibility that something was wrong with her was reasonable enough that she could justify to herself skipping the rest of class to pay the nurse a visit.
“You’d let me go to the nurse?” Erin finally answered.
“Of course. It’s probably a good idea for you to be checked out anyway after something like this.” She walked into her locker room office, scribbled a quick note on a piece of paper, and handed it to Erin. “When you’re done, go ahead and take this note to the nurse’s office, and they’ll take care of you from there.”
Erin felt very grateful. “Thank you. Um… I’m sorry for being such a hassle.”
“You’re not in trouble. It was an accident, and I know that can be tough at your age, but the best thing you can do about it right now is get yourself cleaned up. Are you going to be okay with cleaning and getting yourself to the nurse’s office?”
“I… can handle it.”
Mrs. Smitters patted her twice on the shoulder and turned towards the door. “I’ll give you some privacy,” she said, and walked back outside.
Erin set the note down on a bench and got her change of clothes out of the locker. Her day had gone from bad to horrible, and she wanted nothing more than to get out of her messy underwear.
The only positive thing she had going for her was that the accident had occurred during gym, so she hadn’t ruined her normal clothes, and she had a place to change. In a way, that was lucky, as hard as it was to attribute any element of good luck to what had happened.
She was alone in the locker room, so she went over to the toilets and carefully pulled down her sweatpants and panties after removing her shoes and socks. She succeeded in making her legs dirtier, but she eventually managed to mostly empty her mess out of her clothes and into the toilet. The clothes were still horribly stained, though. There wasn’t much chance for them, but her aunt had bought them for her, and she probably shouldn’t throw them out without permission. She saw a spare trash bag tucked under the liner of the trash bin, took it, and put her dirty clothes in that, tying it in a knot.
She took the remainder of her clothes off and went into the showers, thankful for the wall-mounted soap dispensers. As she cleaned herself up, her thoughts turned to Hailey.
Erin realized that this was the first time she’d cleaned up a messy accident of her own in a while. She’d soiled herself on that day she was sick, and she’d had the accident in the car on the way home from the amusement park, and both times Hailey had helped her.
It wasn’t the cleaning itself that made her wish her cousin was there. Although the task was gross, it was one she could handle. No, it was more of a feeling of amazement that someone was willing to help her out, even when she was disgusting as she was. Erin was generally reluctant to believe people would care much about her, but the help Hailey gave her in such a situation proved to her that she did have concern for Erin, and that feeling of having such a good friend was the one ray of light in the otherwise horrible experience of an accident.
Hailey wasn’t here now, though. She’d be in her algebra class, completely ignorant of what was happening to her cousin. As much as Erin wanted a hug from Hailey and some meaningful consolation, she’d have to get through this on her own for now.
She finished in the shower, dried herself off with her gym shirt, and redressed herself in her street clothes sans underwear. It felt rather odd to Erin, and she wasn’t entirely sure she liked wearing nothing under her pants, but it was leagues better than the feeling of the mess. Grabbing her books and teacher’s note in one hand and the tied-off trash bag with her dirty clothes in the other, she left the locker room for the deserted hallways of the school.
Gym was her final class, and her locker was on the way to the nurse’s office, so she stopped to pick up her backpack along the way. She soon reached her destination and carefully opened the cracked door, and she did a double-take as she looked into the room.