I had just left the mall in my car coming home from guitar practice (didn't start where my lessons were). My phone was out of batteries so I couldn't call home. When I got home this mentally retarded from some of my college classes said HE was holding a seriese of measy events for the people in the class. I had to go to my room to get ready. Apparently if you lost so many chalenges he would get you measy. I was grosses out at the concept and narrated it in my head like a blog how I couldn't let that happen. I also couldn't believe that HE of all people would get to get the cutest girls in our classes measy.
Finally I did the most logical thing (except I forgot to lock my bedroom door, or at least it was closed but it didn't show me locking it), I opened my bedroom window and crawled out! Hoping on the patio roof and dangling in front of the kitchen window expecting to be caught while worried about birds flying into my window, I made several trips back and forth to my car and the front gate (still had the keys in my pocket like I usually do) I had the car starred.

...like all wierd embarrassing wam stories I have no idea why I stayed (even though I firmly desidesed not to partake). One of the girls was in the doorway talking to the slow kid when I said I wouldn't b partaking in the events. I just walked past him as the girl followed. We both headed upstairs, she to use the bathroom and me to close my bedroom window.

A second cute girl (my big crush tbh) in the class was going to the bathroom with the door open like my mom usually does. Neither of us could go up and do what we wanted, so as the girl in the bathroom finished up I asked the other (trusting her and not too concerned about a hot bar touching my stuff) if she could close my bedroom window.

I got in the bathroom with them (boy I've always wanted to say that lol) with the one by the sink now with me in between the side of the sink and the side of the toilet, while the other stood in front of the toilet like my sa or any guy would to pee
(don't think it was implying she was a guy, just pasting her in a place I'm use to seeing people, which is wierd since there really isn't any room between the sink and toilet directly to stand.)

I asked the second girl what she thought about these games (completely uninterested in playing, only watching figuring there'd be some turn on there even if the ugly kid was hosting, but curious as to how she felt about gettin pied with shaving cream, thinking maybe these two girls would like to fi to town on me privately at some point)

The girl said "I think it will be fun. Everyone should go through an initiation."

...

I think the shock of what she said began to change my dream to pure thought as I woke up.
This is because a girl I knew and sort I liked that I let get away said something similar about her band camp initiation with shaving cream and silly string.

Now, to be clear I hate any and all forums of humiliation, usually even to those who deserve it or in stories I know are fake but still bother me.
...of all the thingss to stop me in my tracks and question dating her, I (still a wammer at the time fully aware of UNd'a existence) was scared off because a girl didn't mind gettin messy but took it with a smile on her face.
Even id it wasn't sexually pleasing to her, that was half the battle just getting or figuring out a way to get a girl to be willing to do stuff like that. However, I had unrealistic crushes in school and even though everyone said I should hook up with this girl I insisted we were just friends.

...that was the biggest mistake of my life : (

She's off in an advanced football college studying top notch stuff (she was valedictorian). Shes only 21 but is engaged already to someone she met through track. She doesn't even talk to me anymore, even though at a few parties we share a lot of info to each other about crushes.

...I had her alone on a hillside and in the back of a pickup truck, and all I did was talk about crushes, life, goals, God, and redneck jokes...all very unimportant to what we should have been doing or saying.

I insist to myself as a means of coping that her being away and busy at college would've been too much for me and that we wouldn't even get to see each other a lot, but she makes time on weekends for her man and I can't help but wonder if I had been truly there for her I'd she would have for me : (

I let her fi alone...that was my sin.
And this...this living alone with myself with no friends that would actually reach out to me...is my punishment.
since then every remotely attractive girl had a boyfriend, their lifelong mate in most cases.
And then there's me, stopped dead in my tracks and failed by my own fetish.

Now I'd you'll excuse me I'm going to go hug my pillow and cry like a pussey on the inside, feeling fabric and smelling the pillowcase pretending it's freshly washed lingerie