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
