I used to change my underwear frequently. Perhaps three times a day - or whenever necessary. I didn't "shred" them, if that is what you are thinking. But, I sure did make like a boy dog on a walk. . . and peed. A lot.
When I became un-pregnant, I figured it would wane. I thought that it would slow down and eventually go out without a bang. And, I was right. Until two days ago. . . when I sneezed and managed to squeeze out a large drop.
It felt like quite a bit made it past the floodgates, but somehow, miraculously, my underwear was saved. I was actually ready to go commanda (that's the feminine version of "commando".) So, you might ask, where did the flow go? Was it actually so hot out that it immediately evaporated upon exit from my body? Am I lying and I actually wet my pants? Could I have pushed out a puddle and quickly reabsorbed it?
I have no idea. But, wherever it went, I hope it stays there. I'm just glad it didn't force me to "lose" my underwear in a public bathroom.
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