Suddenly, she puts you down, leaning against the package you originated from. She stares strait ahead at the wall, obviously focusing on something, you try to figure out what, but the tell tale sound of liquid dripping on hard flooring answers your question. You look down, as if the eyes from your old body had done so, and sure enough, her denim short shorts had begun to darken at the crotch. After about a minute her "accident" finally stops. With that, she picks up her cell phone and dials a number, on the other end, you heard what sounded like another girl her age, but she kept turning away and only caught bits of the conversation. You heard:
"Are you still going to sleepover"
"Parents aren't home all weekend"
"Just got them today"
"Wet right now"
Finally, she hung up and began preparing for the sleepover
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