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In my third year of college I was 20 years old, and sharing an apartment with a roommate. Bob and I had never met before, but he was a fellow student, and he seemed perfectly OK. Not being in the dorms anymore meant I could dress up with an increased level of privacy, but I still had to be careful. It seemed a good idea to keep my "caught red-handed " fantasy exactly that...a fantasy. Thankfully, Bob had never asked about my extra suitcases in the closet. Explaining that would have been awkward , to say the least. So, one afternoon, Bob informed me that he was going to visit his sister for a few hours, and possibly get some groceries on the way back. I agreed to clean the apartment. As soon as he drove away, I changed clothes, and became Lisa. I wore a shoulder-length brunette wig, a white blouse with a rounded collar, a navy blue sweater, a light blue pleated skirt, white suspenders, stockings, and panties, and a pair of black Mary janes. It felt so good to have the place all to myself for a while. Little did I know... I had gotten everything else done, and was finishing up doing the dishes, when I heard the sound of the front door opening. Instantly I realized that my "caught-in-the-act" fantasy had just become a serious realiity. My heart literally skipped a beat as I felt frozen in shock and fear. I could only hope it was Bob, and that he was alone. Summoning every last ounce of courage, I slowly turned around and faced him. I couldn't bear to make eye contact with him. He kinda chuckled and said "Wow. how about that!" I already needed to pee, and the shock of the situation just made things worse. He walked towards me, and gently took my upper arms in his hands. My knees were quivering so badly I could barely stay standing. "So. do you have a girl name?" he asked. "Lisa". My name is Lisa", I stammered out. Bob smiled at me and said "Hello, Lisa...nice to meet you". I couldn't believe it ! Not only was he not freaking out, he was either playing along, or actually interested ! Then, Bob did something totally unexpected. He pulled me towards him, and kissed me. It was just a gentle, closed-mouth kiss, and he immediatly pulled back to see how I'd react. By now my thighs were firmly pressed together, and my knees were about to give out. I gripped his arms, and finally made eye contact with him. Bob stood about three inches taller than me, and he had nice upper-body development. I had to admit he was a hottie. "Hi Bob...nice to meet you too" I said, as I clung to him. I tried to give him my best sexy "come hither" look with my eyes, but by now my bladder was on the verge of bursting, and I couldn't help but to squirm around. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Yes, but...I just really need to pee" I replied. "Good!" he said, as he moved his hands down lower on my body. With his left hand, he pulled up the front of my skirt, and then gently cupped his right hand on the front of my panties. The only reason my clitty was still semi-soft was because of the feminine feelings that were raging through my body. I gasped as he did so, and almost involuntarily spread my legs out a bit to accomodate him. "Go ahead, Lisa. Be a good gurl, and wet your pants for Daddy". I gripped his arms again as I helplessly let go. My bladder cut loose in a torrential flood of hot piss that very quickly soaked my panties, and began running down both legs. Bobs hand on my panties also helped deflect some of my pee stream towards my inner thighs. I gasped and sighed as I wet myself. Bob moaned as he slowly rubbed his hand back and forth a bit, adding to my excitement. In a firm voice Bob said "Tell Daddy what his little gurl is doing" I looked him in the eyes, and said in my best little-gurl voice, "Daddy...I'm wetting my pants!"