One hot, summer day, our school had a special occasion that day, and we were all required to wear 5 star dress the whole day. So i wore to school a medium length dress that isn't very loose at the thighs and is one layer. I couldn't decide whether to wear flats or sandals, because my feet are smooth and beautiful enough to look good in both. I decided to wear high heels and bring my flats along. So i arrived at school. I checked my schedule. To my horror, I had gym today first period. I stumbled worriedly to gym class. I didn't bring socks for gym class. I asked my teacher if i could do gym with high heels and he said i would need to be barefoot in order to participate. So i borrowed my friend's extra sneakers, which were too small and i could barely squeeze my bare feet into them. But i managed, and we went to gym class. I didnt tie the laces to loosen them, and as we arrived at the gym, i decided to take the laces out. We were playing kickball. I could barely walk in shoes so tight. When it was my turn, i staggered up to the plate. I kicked the ball as hard as i can. It hurt. But something shocked me. My shoe ripped off. I staggered with only one shoe on, the other foot barefoot, to first base but i got out. After gym class, i returned my sneakers. I couldn't find my high heels after walking around the whole campus barefoot. I wore my flats, which were also very small. They wrapped around my feet so tight i could feel my ankles pressing against it with every step. By the end of the day, I was panting and blushing from embarrassment that i had spilled juice all over my feet, but couldn't take my tight flats off. I was so ashamed, even my feet were pale red. I struggled to get up the stairs from the field to go indoors. Suddenly one of my flats ripped and my foot slid forward. My other flat ripped at the front and my foot slid through. I fell backwards onto the field, barefoot with a broken shoe stuck on my ankle. I lay there, flushing redder and redder with each laughing person pointing as they walk by. I think next time we have to wear 5 star dress, I'll just go to school barefoot.

Hi, I live in France but originally from Spain. I hope to write correctly in English. We went to my parents home on the last Christmas. Since my brother came too so that we could have a nice time with all the family together there weren't much rooms to share so my son, who is 13, and me had to share bed in one room. One morning, my son woke up with a hard on, I could notice it but didn't said anything at all since its something embarrassing. My son run to the tiny bathroom (we have 2 bathrooms at my parents house, one huge with tube and another one tiny) trying to hide from me the obvious. Then, my mom needed to pee and the huge bathroom was full with people so she decided to use the tiny one with the surprise on opening the door of finding my son standing up naked with his underpants at his ankles and masturbating. He didn't noticed at all the door opening since there was lot of noise at that moment of the morning with everybody waking up and the bathroom next door with lot of people. I am very open minded so I don't care if my son does masturbates and also is my mother, but despite she is modern it was a shock for her to found her grandson masturbating so she got shocked and had no reaction for 2-3 seconds and then she shout “OOOOhhhhhhh!”. My brother, who was at the other bath entrance stepped next to the tiny bathroom and realized what just happened, he was the one who explained me later. My son did realized he was being watched when my mother shouted so he tried to hide his guilty without succeeding very well and then my mother looked away and walked to the dinner room while my brother looked at my son smiling and my son closed the door. It took a long time for him to go out of the bath, for nearly 30 minutes, I think because he was too ashamed, I tried to talk with him later but I think this only made it worst and also there were some jokes around all of it made to my mother and him during all the Christmas. He finally laughed at it with all so I think he has not got a trauma and the jokes worked fine.

this happened a year ago when i was 12 during the summer between 6th and 7th grade and i am a guy. me, my brother,sister, and 8 of my cousin went to knobelas amusement park(which had water and other rides) with a club my parents are in. my cousins and siblings teased me into going on the twister, a pretty averge rollar coaser that isnt considered very scary. on the top of the first hill i was so scared i wet my pants and tears started to come silently. luckly none noticed and i thought i could if i could make it to where people stand to get soaked from a waater rides splash none would ever know. sadly the twister was the first ride i wet on and my crocth was noticably soaked so halfway to the water ride my mom noticed and made a big deal it front of my older cousins and siblings and everyone in the near vicinity. that was not the end of it. my mom was mad and made me wait until after the clubs dinner. she told a bunch of people and asked for a newspaper for me to sit on for the hour i was starded out my old people and gigled at by girls and made fun of by cousins and siblings.still this was not the end my mom walked with me to the rows of outhouses to channge(she alos mutterd loudly see couldnt believe i pissed my pants). i took off my shorts and while changing into new ones and leaning against the door the lock which was broken alowed the door to open fully. i was completly exposed in front of over 20 people.it was embarrsing enough, but i also had a verrrrrry small thing and was completly hairless plus (while at the same time tall, and strong and on the big side) it was enough smaller than usely because of my fear from the roller coaster. i must of stared at the people in horror as boys my age pointed and lauged and girls gigled. i got controll of myslf, closed the door, realized i droped my shorts, and opened it again to ick them up. i laugh at it now but last year on that day i cried about it.

The pious monkey, in the tree of leafy goodness,(whilst arm wrestling the small indigenous yet zealous boxing tiger) playfully twirled some fine strands of brownish hair; which had originally belonged to Mr. Beaver the unhappy and unfaithably married lectrologist who had been unable to fathom the reason why his bed had sprung a leak( it was a canoe: he was a terrible lectrologist). The Monkey, realising he was losing the arm wrestle, started to use he monkey strength, augmented by the fact the the hair gives super powers ( i forgot to mention this for shits and giggles). The zealous boxing tiger, having lost the arm wrestle, tried to regain his macho status by challenging Rocky Balboa to a... fight. Unfortunately for Sylvester Stallone he isn't actually a boxer and consequently shat his pants after the tiger punched him in the throat ( The dry cleaning bill for this was so large it actually caused the dry cleaning business owner to have to borrow large sums of money from a well known american bank. Not having the money pay the loan back, the bank then went bust and the subsequent events led to the 2009-10 Global Recession). Stallone, now pantless and bedridden, started to dictate his memoirs in a stephen hawking-esque manner in hopes to raise the funds for pants and neck surgery. The book was a great success, generating millions of pounds towards the Pants/Surgery fund, in Stallone's Mind.......he had slipped into a coma ( no one had noticed a change in his behaviour) and was dreaming of a world where he could walk down the street without getting arrested for public indecency or at least where he could appear in a series of films with questionable facial expressions and quality. Due to the lack of aforesaid films many hardcore fans created a cult in which they decided it must be true that if they obtained some fine strands of golden hair rumoured to bring healing powers they may revive their fallen hero whereupon they could kill and eat him, thereby gaining immortality ( i never mentione...d that they were a smart cult, but they were determined and scarily aggressive). Their plan hit a brickwall however whenthey discovered the the hairs where in the possession of the pious Monkey who then declared that the cult was an "affront to his God" and proceeded to vigorously and somehow delacately remove the limbs of the cult members entirely. The Zealous Boxing Tiger was imprisoned on a minor Littering charge.

My boss, her boyfriend (who was our manager), my husband, myself, and another co-worker all decided to go out for drinks and to watch a band play. I very loudly protested against any alcohol-tasting drink right from the beginning. So, my boss suggested a kind of mixed drink she promised would taste like Dr. Pepper. I thought, "How bad could it be?" Well, I got the drink, and found that it was icky and alcohol-y like all the other drinks I've tasted. So, I sipped slowly and carefully. I guess it didn't matter, because I still managed to get wasted! I'm told I somehow got a hold of straight rum, drank a ton of that, and that in my drunken stupor, I was stealing swigs from my friends' unsupervised beers! I'm a total lightweight anyway, but mixing drinks is bad news! My husband didn't really try and stop me, either, because he thought I was quite entertaining. My boss told me I drug her with me to the bathroom about 50 times, and that I even knelt before the toilet to barf. I not only had the stall door open, but I proceeded to squirt sanitizer gel all over the toilet seat! At least I had the presence of mind to fight germs... She also told me I pulled my husband to the dance floor and grinded on him to some really stupid music! So, I insisted that we leave, because I had to barf really badly. I put my seat all the way down as my husband drove. We were zooming down I-5 with my boss' car in the lane next to us. (I remember this part) I moaned, "OMG I gotta barf...." My husband let his foot off the gas, like that would help. LOL. I frantically searched for a barf receptacle, and all I could find was an empty 7 UP 12 pk. box. I put my mouth on the hole, and projectile barf spewed from within me. It was HORRIBLE-I had no control over what I was doing. I heard myself make these otherworldly noises as I barfed, too! "Blahalalalahbhalalalblahalaaaaauahhhhh". After that, I heard my husband bust out laughing. The absolute WORST part was that I didn't realize the box I grabbed was torn out at both ends, so liquid puke dripped out of the box, down my lap, and the seats of the car!! I guess I passed out cold when I got home and my husband went and got the kiddoes from my mom and dad's. I felt lightheaded and dizzy for DAYS after. I probably had alcohol poisoning. I managed to go to work, but of course, I got made fun of for making a total ass of myself!