The Most Embarrassing Night of My Life Part Two (New Content)

Part Two

Soon enough, the big day arrived. When I got to Daisy’s house, Cara and Alice were already there, but we were still waiting for Michelle to arrive. The wait wasn’t a particularly hard one though; we passed the time by drinking wine and reminiscing about our previous sleep overs, when we had been more young and innocent. By the time Michelle arrived, the rest of us were already fairly tipsy. We had decided beforehand that we’d get changed into pajamas once everybody was there, even if it was early. We wanted to set the mood. The plan was to lounge around in pajamas, play truth or dare, order pizza, maybe watch some trashy films, that sort of thing.

As always, Alice was a prude and decided to go and get changed in the bathroom. The rest of us just got changed in Daisy’s room. I slipped off my jeans and T-shirt, followed by my bra. I then put on a nightie, but kept my white knickers and socks on. I turned round to see that Cara and Michelle were engaged in a habit that they’d had since getting changed for PE in primary school, and had never grown out of. They’d started to get changed, then began nattering to each other and just stood there in a state of undress, making no moves whatsoever to remedy the situation. Cara had taken her skirt off, and had her tights halfway down her legs, blue knickers on show. Michelle was stood in just her black bra and thong. They were so caught up in their conversation that they had no idea that Daisy and I were already changed. Daisy strode over in her green pajamas and delivered a playful slap to Michelle’s almost bare bottom.

‘Put some bloody clothes on, you two,’ she said, not unkindly.

By the time Alice returned from the bathroom wearing her pajamas, Michelle had managed to get into hers but Cara couldn’t find her pajama bottoms. She was wearing her pink pajama top, but only her knickers and socks on her bottom half, rummaging through her bag.

‘I was sure they were in here but I can’t find them anywhere,’ she moaned.

‘Never mind,’ said Michelle, ‘you’re wearing big pants. You’re fine as you are.’

‘She can’t spend the evening parading around in her knickers!’ said Alice, who clearly found the very idea to be ridiculous.

‘Oh don’t be such a stick in the mud,’ said Daisy. ‘It’s fine. We’re all girls here anyway. Plus, I don’t want to wait any longer. I want us to get in a round of truth or dare before our pizza gets here.’

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‘Dare,’ said Alice.

‘Okay then,’ said Cara. ‘Take off your pajama bottoms for the rest of the night.’

‘What? I can’t do that!’ said Alice, horrified.

‘Why not? I’m already doing it,’ said Cara.

‘You have to,’ said Michelle, ‘that’s how dares work.’

‘Fine,’ said Alice, in a tone that suggested it was anything but fine.

She stood up, put her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and then immediately pulled them out again.

‘Sorry girls, I just can’t. I don’t want…’

But as she stood there dithering, Daisy lost patience and pulled them down for her, eliciting a shriek from Alice. There she stood, desperately using her hands to try to cover up a pair of pink, frilly, and undeniably juvenile, knickers.

‘To be fair, if I was wearing baby pants like that, I’d want to hide it too,’ I said. Another step on the path to my humiliation, though I hadn’t quite sealed the deal yet.

‘Well, unless I am mistaken,’ said Alice, trying to regain her composure,’ it’s your turn now Sophie. What’s it going to be? Truth or dare?’

Well, knowing that my last comment might have earned her ire, I opted for what I thought was the safest option.

‘Truth,’ I said.

‘Okay,’ said Alice, sitting herself back down, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you know about Daisy?’

This is really where it all went wrong. The third and final step that sealed my doom. Daisy was glaring at me, clearly having something that she desperately didn’t want me to reveal. I remembered our little game from a couple of weeks ago.

‘Well,’ I said, taking my time, ‘it just so happens that I know that Daisy had a wickle accident in her knickers. She was walking home from school and couldn’t hold on and piddled herself like a toddler…in year ten!’

The other girls burst out laughing but Daisy simply looked betrayed. She got up and left the room, face bright red, much to the delight of the other girls. I later found out that she had gone to her mum and simply said: ‘Mum, Sophie hasn’t got her nappy on.’