Saturday, 4 June 2016

Helena's first time

Every so often, I hear from fellow wetlook lovers through the Internet and they share their stories with me. This is the tale of Helena, whose first experience of wet clothes came about from an online dare.

When I was a teenager, I had my own YouTube channel where I took dares from other users, as I was totally stuck for ideas for videos and it seemed that when others asked for dares, they got loads of views. And guess what? Within a couple of days, the requests came flooding in. Some challenges were fun, like the yoga one and the not my legs that I got to do with Jojo, who unfortunately is in Australia now so we won't be doing videos together for a long time :( Other dares were just weird and disgusting, like one where I was asked to stand on a banana with my bare feet. Ewwwwww

The one I remember most, though, was when I asked to either take a shower or jump in a pool fully clothed. Seeing as I had a pool, I thought that might be the more fun option so I went for that. I was quite reluctant at first - I thought that clothes really didn't belong in the water! The more I thought about it, though, the more I felt that I'd do it once just to satisfy my curiosity. If it went badly, I'd know not to do it again. If it went well, I might just do it another few times!

It was a sunny spring day when my sister Katie filmed me taking this wacky dare. Mom and Dad were out of town so I felt pretty safe to try it, and also we have a secluded back yard so nobody was gonna be peeping in at me swimming in my clothes. I still distinctly remember what I was wearing - a sleeveless blue top, baby blue jeans and black, red and green striped socks. Katie and I couldn't stop laughing as I approached the pool. I seriously wanted to back out there and then, but I knew if I did that it would bug me afterwards. 

I stood at the pool edge for a few seconds and readied myself to jump in. I counted to five and then dove into the water. Straight away I felt my jeans getting heavy as I swam beneath the surface. This actually felt nice! I smiled as I made my way through the water, Katie being smart enough to dip the camera underwater as I entered the pool. After a few seconds I resurfaced and gathered my breath, gleefully treading water in the unusually warm pool, which looking back certainly helped me to enjoy the experience a bit more! 

I splashed around for another couple of minutes, occasionally diving underwater for the full immersion. The longer it went on, the more I liked it. After the first minute or so I actually forgot I was wearing clothes, I felt so comfortable with it. If anything, the feel of the wet clothes was all the more reason to try this again. Up to then, I had always associated wet clothes with shipwrecks and drownings, but now it felt playful and totally changed my point of view. I don't know why I didn't try this earlier!

I think Katie was even surprised by how much I was loving it. She kept saying that I'd chicken out of it, and she was almost right. Now she couldn't believe that not only I had done it, but also that I was having such fun doing it. I stayed in the pool for about five minutes befoe climbing out. As I stepped back on the tiles at the edge of the pool, a load of water fell off me and my clothes really stuck to me. I looked down at my drenched top, jeans and socks. The sun cast a beautiful shine on them and made their wetness all the more visible.

Katie was about to turn the camera off and go back inside, but I told her I wasn't finished yet! I skipped over to the same corner of the pool from where I went in the first time. On this occasion, I leapt up as if I was celebrating something and, knees first, I crashed through the water again. As I jumped in, all I could see was thousands of bubbles in front of me, again feeling that rush of the water enveloping me. Katie again did the honor of taking the camera underwater so that I could watch all this back later. It looked awesome on camera, but it was a lot more awesome doing it. I decided to swim around for another few minutes, lying on my back across the surface of the water to show how relaxed I was. I did one last underwater breaststroke before climbing out of the water with a beaming smile. 

I was in no rush to change out of my soaking wet clothes, as Mom and Dad weren't back for another few hours. I jumped in another couple of times while I was in the mood and I asked Katie if she wanted in on the fun as well, but she seemed content to let me at it. I was always the more adventurous sister! That night, as we watched back the video, I knew I made the right choice by going through with it.

I uploaded the video and, in less than a week, it got more views than all of my other 20 or so videos combined over a year and a half. I never realized how much other people loved wet clothes! It was great, but then it turned sinister. Men who were clearly perverts were making all these sexual comments about how they were turned on and wanted my body. It was utter filth and I sadly took down the video, because I wasn't willing to put up with this anymore.

I was upset over it at the time, as this was supposed to be a fun thing, but Katie supported me through it and before long we were able to watch it back in our own privacy and laugh about it, remembering how amazing it felt instead of the perverted comments from strangers.

I've been back in the pool in my clothes a few times since, but never with the camera on and never as enjoyable as that first time I did it - all because of a YouTube user's dare!



If you liked Helena's story, I hope to add some more in the near future. Hugs to Helena and my wetlook friends!


xxx

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

The not so great wait

Every so often, I hear from fellow wetlook lovers through the Internet and they share their stories with me. This is the tale of Louise, who one day thought she had the opportunity to 'sample' a nearby river. It didn't work out as she hoped, unfortunately.

I first found that I enjoyed getting wet when, on a school tour last summer, we had a gigantic water fight in which at least 10 of us got drenched. Some of the others weren't too happy about it but I thought it was so much fun and I actually didn't mind that my clothes were totally soaked. It seemed like a weird thing but then I went online (anonymously) and discovered that there were entire websites dedicated to wet clothes enthusiasts. Hiding my true identity at first, I got to know people who often got their clothes wet for the thrill of it, including the lovely Taylor who I'm sure you'll know if you're reading this. She was among many who would get in the bathtub or the shower fully clothes as if it was an everyday thing, which to me seemed crazy! But it also seemed fun and I wanted so badly to try it.

I knew, though, that my parents would freak if I got caught and that my friends might look at me differently if I talked about it. Then, last week, the weather was unusually warm for this time of year, and one day I was left all alone, so I thought 'Will I go for it?' Our shower is giving trouble, though, and we've no bathtub, but there was a river nearby which was usually rather quiet. I decided to dress up in a black long-sleeved top, tracksuit pants and striped socks and go to the river. By which I mean go into the river. With all my clothes on.

I blissfully walked to the river, finding an ideal entry point where the water was quite shallow but got gradually deeper. I waited for an oncoming walker to pass me out first and, once she had led her two small dogs a safe enough distance away, I slipped off my trainers and got ready to literally dip my toes into the water. However, there were houses whose back gardens faced the river and I noticed a resident in one of them appearing on his balcony, seemingly staring out at the river. I thought that if I could see him, he would definitely see me. I also realised that he knew my parents pretty well and, if he did notice me swimming around in the river fully clothed, Mum and Dad would find out quite soon. Again I had to bide my time before he disappeared, and by that stage there was a guy cycling towards me. Frustrated, I put my trainers back on and set off to find somewhere quieter. Even though I couldn't see anybody staring out of the houses along the river, I wasn't to know whether someone would be able to see me through a window. It was just too risky.

A few hundred metres further along, and a gentle slope upwards, I noticed a series of steps leading directly into the river. This surely was perfect! There were no houses and I didn't imagine too many people climbed down those steps, particularly if they were out walking. There was the possibility of passing walkers looking down at where the last step met the water, but it was a small possibility. I felt confident enough to try it and so I walked down the few steps. About halfway along, I heard voices. I listened as they drew nearer before I saw a group of rowers practising on the river. They would definitely see me. Once again I had to wait until they passed, but even when they rowed past me and came to a stop before turning half-circle, I believed I was still in sight. 

I sat down on the steps, as if I was out for a walk and taking a rest to contemplate. On the outside I'm sure I looked relaxed, but inside I was growing increasingly impatient. Yes, the weather is gorgeous, but why won't people just take their hobbies elsewhere and leave me to swim around in the river? Of course, I could have just said 'To hell with it' and dived in anyway, but I'm way too self-conscious for that. If I didn't give a damn about being seen, I'd have gotten my clothes wet so many times that I'd nearly be bored of it by now. I couldn't believe this rare perfect opportunity was being taken away from me.

The rowers passed me out again in the opposite direction, so I waited another five minutes or so until they disappeared from view. Just then, I saw two teenage boys almost directly across from me preparing themselves for a good day's fishing. There was no way now I'd be able to go into the river unseen. By now I realised that I had wasted almost an hour trying to get wet but not having the courage to go through with it. Well, it wasn't that I lacked courage. I just wasn't brave enough to risk getting on the wrong side of my parents, or being talked about by the whole community. After all, I live in a small, gossipy village in the south of England, the type of place where a person would die and the entire village would know within 30 minutes. There were no secrets here. 

I trudged back to my house with disappointment. There would be no getting wet today. I could always just buy a two-litre bottle of water and pour it over myself, but it wasn't the same. Nor was there anybody around to have a water fight with. I envy all of those who can just throw themselves into a body of water in all their clothes and not care who sees them or who finds out. They would have gone for it that morning, unlike cowardly me. But my chance will come. One day, there will be nobody at home and nobody down by the river or looking out their back windows at me. Those rowers will stay away and the junior fishermen will go elsewhere for hake or salmon or whatever they were after. That's the day when I will swim in that river with my clothes on. I just hope it happens soon.

If you liked Louise's story, I hope to add some more in the next few weeks. Hugs to Louise and my wetlook friends!


xxx

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

Dare day

Every so often, I hear from fellow wetlook lovers through the Internet and they share their stories with me. This is the tale of Katrina, who went away for a weekend with friends and unexpectedly found herself enjoying a first-time experience which she planned to repeat many times over!

It was last November that we had the weekend away with the Transition Year class in Wales and we were staying in this amazing hostel. I had three of my best friends with me on the trip - Mel, Dee and Ashley - and we knew it was going to be a brilliant few days!

On the Saturday evening, after an exhausting spell of hill walking, we had some down time at the hostel and, with the TV taken over by the boys and their soccer, us girls were left to entertain ourselves, which on a dark November night with no Internet was not easy. Except that I had the most awesome friends ever so it turned out great for us!

We created our own fun by taking part in a round of dares. We all drew straws to see who would perform their dare first and who would get to dare them. I was first up for choosing a dare, which would be carried out by Mel. I dared her to sing the highest-pitched song she could think of. She chose the Celine Dion song from Titanic and was so bad at it that it was more destroyed than the ship! We all fell around laughing and Mel admitted she wouldn't be auditioning for X Factor any time soon.

Ashley dared Dee to slide down the stairway on a mattress. She got halfway down before tumbling off the mattress after it got stuck. Dee rolled to the bottom of the stairs and, once we knew she wasn't hurt, we all laughed uncontrollably. Next it was Mel's turn to give Ashley a dare, which also involved the stairway. This one involved going up the stairs, though, and doing so while wrapped in a sleeping bag. Ashley hopped uneasily up the stairs, clinging to the top of her sleeping bag as she struggled badly to keep her balance while bunny-hopping on to each step. Dee and I were a couple of steps behind her in case she fell backwards, which she almost did but thankfully Ashley made it to the top. Now, at last, it was my turn. What did Dee have in mind for me? 

"OK Katrina, I'm giving you a choice for your dare. I dare you to either take a freezing cold shower, or to have a shower with all of your clothes on."

I thought about it for a minute or so. I knew I'd hate the cold shower, but I was intrigued by showering in my clothes. Neither of them was too appealing, but I decided that taking the shower in my clothes was the lesser of two evils. I told the girls my decision and we giddily made our way to the bathroom for my embarrassment. Here I was, about to stand under a shower wearing a T-shirt, tracksuit pants and socks. At least Dee allowed me to set the temperature of the water, so I chose a nice, warm shower.

I switched on the shower, my eyes shut at the fear of what I was about to do. I very slowly placed my right arm underneath the gushing water and let out a scream, turning away as I looked downward to where the right sleeve of my T-shirt was now soaked. I took a few seconds before standing underneath the shower again, but this time I stayed put, turning to get my left side wet.

I then gazed up at the shower unit and let the water crash off my face, my eyes closed as I concentrated on sensing the feeling. I felt the front of my body getting drenched before turning around to wet my back, the one part that had been dry up to then. My clothes stuck to me as if I had glued them on, but the warmth of the water meant that it was actually a nice feeling.

All the while, the girls were almost crying with laughter and Dee asked me "How does it feel Kat?" 

"Pretty goddamn awesome, actually!" I replied with a smile. There's no way the cold shower without clothes would have been this enjoyable. I must have stayed in the shower for at least five minutes, occasionally splashing my blue and pink socks in the puddles that formed on the tiles. 

I was actually a little disappointed when I came out of the shower, believing I should have stayed in it a bit longer. I had my dare completed, though, and I maintain that I had the best one! I knew by the look on Dee's face that she didn't expect me to be this happy about it afterwards. I even tried to convince the other girls to try taking a shower in their clothes, but they were put off by my sodden appearance and how uneasily I trudged back to our dorm. There was also a smell of damp off the wet clothes after I stuffed them into my bag - maybe I should have tried to put them on a radiator! - but I didn't care.

As we went to bed that night, I told myself that I couldn't wait to have a fully clothed shower soon again, although I suspect that it wouldn't be as much fun without my friends watching! Thank you for reading and now I'm passing the dare on to YOU...I dare you to get in the shower in all of your clothes. You will not regret it!

If you liked Katrina's story, I hope to add some more in the next few weeks. Hugs to Katrina and my wetlook friends!

xxx

Friday, 2 May 2014

Amy gets addicted, her parents get annoyed

Every so often, I hear from fellow wetlook lovers through the Internet and they share their stories with me. This is the tale of Amy (a different Amy from my friend in one of the earlier blogs who has since moved away), who developed a taste for wetlook at a very young age and has been getting wet ever since, much to her parents' torment!


Hey everyone, I'm Amy, I'm 14 and I live in Fife in Scotland. I have an odd addiction for getting wet with my clothes on which nobody seems to understand! It developed from nowhere but now I totally love it and it drives my parents bonkers!

I can trace it back to when I was nine. We had an extremely rainy winter, even by Scottish standards, and outside my house there were these huge puddles. One day my sister and I were at home on our own and we were bored senseless. We couldn't go anywhere and the electricity was gone so we couldn't watch TV or go on the Internet. It was teeming rain but one Saturday we got so fed up that we just ran out into the rain without a care in the world!

Rachel had huge Ugg boots on but I was out in my socks - I couldn't even bother grabbing  a pair of shoes! We ran around the driveway and onto the road first before my sis leapt into the biggest puddle I had ever seen. It must have been at least two inches deep. She started jumping up and down and her jeans were getting soaked. She dared me to go into the puddle too. I didn't want to but she started calling me a chicken so I had to shut her up!

I sprinted towards the puddle and then leapt like someone doing the long jump. When I landed in the water I felt it soak instantly through my socks - it was so cold! Rachel kicked water at me so I kicked back straight away and we drenched one another. I was having so much fun so I decided to lie down in the puddle and roll around in order to soak myself as much as possible. I lay with my back in the water, my navy blouse saturated, and turned onto my belly.

As the front of my blouse got wet, I heard my mother's voice behind me. She gave out stink to me and hauled me into the house, screaming at me to change into some dry clothes. When I did, I was swiftly grounded for a week.

Rachel got given out to as well but less so because she wasn't seen lying in the puddle. She was a goody two shoes so she never got her clothes wet again, but I wanted to have the experience again. It was really cool playing in the puddle in my clothes and I'm a bit brazen anyway!

A year later, we were going for swimming lessons in school to a nearby pool. The lessons were OK but a bit boring, and the teachers took them very seriously. When we were finished one lesson and getting changed back into our clothes, I remembered the puddle and I really wanted to dive into the pool fully clothed. I knew I was risking getting into huge trouble but that wouldn't stop me. I asked my classmates if I should do it and they all thought it was a fantastic idea. Six of us ran out to the empty pool and my friends began cheering my name.

I wasn't in uniform, thankfully. I had a light grey hoody, a navy tracksuit and trainers. I hesitated for a few seconds as I stepped up to the pool before my classmates cheered again. I smiled back at them, jumped forward and landed in the water. I was submerged straight away, feeling my clothes becoming really heavy and my hair going all over the place. I surfaced to hear massive cheers behind me. My friends were falling around the place laughing as I treaded water, uneasily with heavy clothes on me.

I saw my teacher marching towards the pool ushering us back onto the bus as we were running late. My friend Claire shouted "Sir, look at Amy!" and pointed over at me. Thanks for not telling on me, Claire! Mr Anderson went ballistic at me, roaring at me to get out of the pool and change my clothes. Small problem - I didn't have any other clothes to change into.

He rang my parents to collect me from the pool. I wasn't even allowed travel back on the bus. If Mum and Dad were annoyed the day I rolled around in the puddle, this time they screamed at me 10 times as much. I was grounded for two weeks and not allowed to go to my team's soccer match, which we lost. I was also barred from any swimming lessons with the school for the rest of the year.

I had no regrets about jumping in the pool but I knew I was pushing it with my parents so I forgot about getting my clothes wet for a while. Another year and a half passed until I began secondary school. It was an awful summer weatherwise so I spent a lot of time sitting at home watching TV and going on the Internet. Together with my friend Hannah, we set up a YouTube channel and, unable to come up with our own ideas for interesting videos, we started taking dares. One of them was to take a bath with clothes on. Hannah didn't want to do it but, of course, I did!

I filled up the bath and added some bubbles, Hannah ready with the video camera. I was wearing a white blouse, a leopard skin three-quarter leg pants and pink love heart socks. Making sure the water was warm, I stepped into the bath and felt my legs becoming soaked. I sat down in the tub, taking in the feeling of my clothes getting drenched, while Hannah laughed her head off. I leaned forward and then bent back so that all of my clothes were wet. I then went completely underwater to see how long I could hold my breath. I think it was about five seconds.

I stayed in the bath for another 10 minutes before getting out and changing into dry clothes. We uploaded the video, which got about 1,000 views in a week, way more than our other videos combined. Then Hannah got the silly idea of putting it on Facebook for everyone to see. My mother is friends with her on it, so of course she saw the video of me in the bath in my clothes on and again started giving out.

This time, though, she wasn't as angry as before. She told me that she and Dad were giving up telling me not to get my clothes wet as I kept disobeying them. She asked me not to do it anymore incase I got sick from it. I haven't done it since but, after making friends with people on the Internet, I really want to get wet in my clothes again!

If you liked Amy's story, I hope to add some more in the next few weeks. Hugs to Amy and my wetlook friends!

xxx

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Stress reliever

This is the tale of how a crappy Friday ended up being a very happy one instead!

I had been sick all week but my parents still insisted on me going to school, so when the alarm woke me at 7:15am and I had endured yet another night of precious little sleep due to constant overnight coughing, I was in a rather foul mood. I again pleaded my case to stay at home but again I was told 'off to school with you, Taylor'. I stood around for 10 minutes in the rain waiting for the school bus, this after a week that has seen me struck by a head cold. All this before the bell even rang for my morning classes.

The day at school was actually going OK until the final two classes of the day - double Maths. One hour and 20 minutes of trying to force my brain to comprehend something it wasn't designed to interpret. During that hell of a double class my cough played up again. For about 30 seconds or so I couldn't stop it and when I finally brought it to an end, the teacher fixed an unimpressed stare at me, with every one of the students turned towards me.

"Taylor, are you finished interrupting my class?"
[Cough] "Yes sir," I croaked.
"Good. Now keep it quiet and concentrate. You have exams coming up in two weeks and you need to be paying full attention," he replied unsympathetically.

What a jerk. I sat through the remainder of the lesson in a state of depression owing to my cough, my inability to understand theorems or whatever that crap is called and the rank ignorance of Mr. Stone.

It didn't get any better when I had to recount the events of the day to Mom and Dad, but then came an announcement that changed the complexion of the evening. They told me they were going out for a few hours to a friend's wedding anniversary dinner, meaning I had the house to myself. Once I knew they wouldn't be due home until after midnight, that lightbulb in my head illuminated. Bath time!

I didn't even have to wait too long for them to depart, and Mom did kiss me goodbye on her way out, so with my first external smile of the day I bolted upstairs and ran the bath. I changed out of my dreary (yet sometimes sexy!) school uniform into a pink hoody, skinny pink jeans and the cutest pair of rainbow socks. After 10 minutes there was plenty of water in the tub and I was ready.

Flicking my hand through the water to check its temperature, I lifted my right leg into the tub and lowered it into the water. I felt my socks becoming wet in an instant, admiring the tiny bubbles that emanated after dropping my feet underwater. I then stepped in fully, took two steps back and gently lowered myself into the bath. I stared down at my skinny jeans as I gradually sank them under the water, again revelling in the beauty of the bubbles that so temporarily appeared.

I sat down in the tub, everything below the waist now completely soaked, and splashed my feet in and out of the water for a few seconds. I bent my knees, sitting forward as I did so, and brought my upper body closer and closer to the water. I felt the back of my hoodie getting wet before throwing myself completely under the surface.

When I emerged from under the bathwater, my recovery was complete. I realised then that I hadn't coughed once during my clothed bath...so that was the cure! I knew I had the world of time before my parents would be home, so I splashed around in the tub for almost half an hour, happy as anybody could be as I wallowed in my own wetness.

When I finally decided to literally pull the plug on my awesome bath, the frustration of that horrendous Maths class was a distant memory. Mr. Stone wasn't around to tell me to get out of the tub or give out to me for getting wet with my clothes on. I removed my wet clothes, which I immediately shoved into the washing machine on a fast wash, and changed into my pajamas, gown and slippers.

One episode of Glee later, the wash was complete and I hung the washing on the clothes horse, which was nicely situated near a radiator that was producing plenty of heat. A full two hours before my parents returned, my clothes were dry once more, so I disposed of any evidence of a clothed bath and stayed up watching an Olly Murs countdown on Chart Show TV before going to bed. From the comfort of my darkened room, I heard my parents coming in the door, none the wiser as to what had gone on in their absence. Within minutes they retired for the night and I drifted off to the best night's sleep in at least a week.

I've hardly coughed since. Wet clothed baths are an awesome cure for sickness...and that feeling of crappiness. Not even double Maths seems so bad now! :)

xxx

Monday, 21 October 2013

The struggle for secrecy

As you know well by now, I get a major kick out of being in wet clothes. And, as I've discovered over time, there are quite a few others who feel the same way. Some of them make absolutely no attempt to disguise their love for getting their clothes wet, but I am one of those who is as secretive about it as possible.

So why, then, am I writing a blog about wet clothes and putting it on the Internet for all to see? It's because the online wetlook community is my confessional booth. I am able to pinpoint those who share my love of wet clothes and discuss it openly with them. My fear, though, is that the people with whom I interact on a daily basis will either catch me in the act or discover that there are images and videos of me online in fully drenched attire.

I have lately become hooked on a fantastic website, www.soaknet.co.uk, where some of the characters have a similar back story to me. They saw people swimming with clothes on as a young girl and were awestruck by it all. They had to try it for themselves but also made sure to be most careful about not getting seen, for fear of being read the riot act by Mama Bear and Papa Bear. I still have this on my mind every time I take a bath or shower or go for a swim in my clothes.

It is tricky trying to enjoy my hobby incognito. I won't go near the water if I think someone other than a trusted friend will see me. I have to pick my moments carefully. I live in fear of getting caught and becoming the black sheep of the family, or even the community, even though I know full well there is nothing weird or shameful about getting my clothes wet deliberately. Am I harming anyone? Am I putting myself in danger? Think about it.

Also you may have noticed on my YouTube videos and Flickr stream that I never show my face. This is purely because I don't want to be publicly outed. In fact, I am so mindful of it that I won't even reveal it to fellow wetlook lovers, so please don't ask for a photo or video of my facial features on email.

Perhaps it is that risk factor, though, which makes me enjoy wetlook all the more. Even though a clothed bath is often a relaxing activity, there is still an adrenaline rush and a sense of rebellion about it. "No, don't get in there with your clothes on!" some might shriek. Screw that. The water is beckoning me. Besides, they're my goddamn clothes. What's it to you if they're on me and in the water?

Alas that struggle for secrecy is omnipresent. To me, the world isn't quite liberal enough just yet to tell all and sundry that I love getting wet in clothes and to do so in full public viewing without fear of being judged. Or arrested. So for now I'll continue to enjoy my hobby in the privacy of my own home, unless I'm fortunate enough to be in the company of someone who shares my enthusiasm for wetlook or who plain and simple doesn't care.

That's all for now. Besides, I'm at home. I have the place to myself for a little while. Time to fire up the bath!

Laters! :)

xx

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

What do I love so much about getting wet in clothes?

Just the other day, I was asked where did my love for wet clothes come from. It was a question that got me thinking - what is it that I adore about getting into a bath, shower, pool etc. while fully clothed?

I'll start from the beginning. From a young age I always wanted to be different and stand out from the crowd. If all my friends followed one team, I had to follow another. If people hated a movie or TV show, I would watch it. I knew (or, more accurately, believed) that nobody else would actually enjoy getting their clothes wet, so perhaps this was the origin of my intrigue.

Even then, though, it seems rather random. There is no scientific explanation for my addiction (because it is that) of wet clothes. It was just something that, for whatever reason, entered my mind as a little girl and stuck with me ever since. I watched people on TV jump into a pool with their clothes on and instantly thought 'whoa, what would that be like?'

Ah, there we go. Maybe it was curiosity that sparked it all. For a long time I merely saw it on TV or pictured it in my mind. Of course I'd never actually try it because I knew that if my parents caught me in the tub or swimming pool at home in my clothes, they would freak. It wasn't until I got a little older that I had the courage and self-assurance to go through with it. I've never looked back since.

So why the wet clothes enthusiasm? Because it's different. Very few people do it, or so I thought until I began to connect with an online community who share my passion. I've even managed to make friends through it and, in some cases, introduce others to it, although none of those really took to it in the same way that I did.

Part of the reason I love it so much is that it is an escape. It's just soothing. It makes me feel like, well, me. When I make contact with the water and my clothes get soaked, I get an indescribable sense of happiness. Instantly I'm smiling. I'm happy. It's like nothing in life worries me. Any crap I've been through or anything that was getting me down at that time, it disappeared once I entered the tub, shower or pool, whatever it may be.

The different ways of soaking my clothes also fascinate me. Take a bath, for instance. It's probably my favourite way of getting wet. I usually take quite a few seconds to go through the process, savouring every bit of it as my shirt, jeans, etc. cease to be dry. After I've soaked every last thing that I'm wearing, I like to just sit there, admire my drenched clothes and feel them against my body. Let's just say I'm never in a rush to climb back out of the tub.

The feeling is just as enjoyable, but in a different way, when I throw myself into a pool. It all happens much quicker. There's no chance to take in the soaking process slowly. I stand a few feet back from the water's edge, I brace myself and I sprint towards the pool, furling my body into either a graceful hands-first dive or an untidy legs-led leap. As I leave contact with dry land, I close my eyes and await the splash. And then I'm in. I usually take a few seconds underwater to feel the total immersion. I might start swimming or else just tread there, absorbing the feeling. When I lift my head above the surface, I simply gesticulate to stay still, gazing downward at my clothes beneath the water. 

Whatever form of wetlook I opt for, I always embrace it for a few minutes before deciding that enough is enough. The only kind of downside to it all is the aftermath. I'm not in the water anymore, but I'm traipsing around in a shirt, jeans, socks, etc. that are destroyed. In a way, it almost feels like I'm punishing the clothes that I love so much. But also I'm rewarding myself. I'm happiest when I'm fully clothed and in a body of water.

It's too late to change that now!

xx