But somewhere along the way she met another girl, Tia, and she thinks right away that she's totally out of her league; she's rich and probably straight anyway. But even so, this young, spunky girl went over to talk to this rich b**** (as Mellisa always called her) and the rest is history.
In And You Thought Your Girlfriend Was Nuts!: The Mells/Tia Story, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you may be shocked by the girls' antics. The story includes their wedding day, their lovemaking, and their sense of humor, and of course there's their little fetish, what is it?
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And You Thought Your Girlfriend Was Nuts!The Mells/Tia Story
By Melissa Jane Michals
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Chapter OneMells Story
My name is Mellisa Jane Michals and this is my story of how I met Tia, my childhood, and a strange fetish I have (and love). What is it? Err, well I love to poop my pants. Yeah, weird I know. Sick you say? Err possibly or not. How did I get into that? Ah, all will be revealed. In this book, Tia and I will share with you our lives, our humor, our lovemaking, our fights, our heartaches, but mostly our love of panty pooping. So I guess the best place to start (as someone once said) is the beginning.
I was born February 6, 1977 in the Calgary General Hospital at 2 O'clock in the afternoon. I weighed 8 lbs 5 oz (not bad eh?). My mother said I screamed constantly. I find that hard to believe, of course if I had known what my father was going to put me through -I would have screamed even louder.
My home was on a farm, just east of Calgary. My dad worked on the farm and we rented a small house from the farmer. Now of course I don't remember much about the first couple of years but I guess one incident sticks in my mind. It's funny now, but at the time ... I guess I was just three and one-day mom had me sitting on the potty in the kitchen. Why there I have no idear, anyway there I was on my potty doing mypee pee and poo poo. Mom and my Aunt Sue was in the other room watching TV. Now while I was on the potty I always got bored so I pretended I was driving a car. I would scoot around the kitchen floor making car noises (still sitting on my potty). Anyway, this particular day I took a turn too fast and my potty went one way and I went the other way (no not gay, that comes later). I crashed into the kitchen table and my potty and it's contents went flying everywhere. I started crying and of course Mom and Aunt Sue rushed into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. Mom exploded. Aunt Sue leaned against the fridge laughing her head off. "You stupid girl, look at the mess you have made" yelled my mom. She grabbed me by the arm and shook me. Aunt Sue quickly and very wisely grabbed me and said, "I'll get her cleaned up" and very quickly took me to the bathroom for a bath while Mom cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Mom did not like me playing on the potty so to speak, but tolerated it. All Dad would say was "for a little girl, you sure make a big stink". Yeah, thanks Dad, I love you too.
While I was waiting for the bathtub to fill, Aunt Sue sat on the toilet and begun to poop. She did not seem to mind I was standing there, but I begun to smell her odor and for whatever reason it did something to me. I am not really sure what exactly, but I got a funny feeling in my lower body like as if I had to pee. I breathed in her odor and even at three years old I knew I liked it. And so I got my bath, all cleaned up and Mom put me in a nice (yuck) clean dress. It was a bright yellow one with a little bunny on the pocket. I was told to play in the garden and don't get dirty (who me???).
So I wandered into the garden to see what mischief I could get into. Now the farmer had two children, a boy and a girl. They were much older so they did not bother with me. So basically me being an only child, I played with myself. I wandered down to the spot where the raspberry canes grew. MMMMM raspberries, I love Raspberries. Not thinking about the consequences, I plowed into the canes and began to eat as many as my mouth could hold. Pretty soon my hand and clean dress was covered in red juice. I had juice all over me, my mouth, face, hands, even in my hair. I had been eating the barriers for ages it seemed when suddenly my stomach begun to ache. OOHHHH major tummy ache. I felt the need to poo and very quickly. I farted and began to walk quickly towards the house. Potty time I thought. I barely walked a yard when I suddenly farted again and hot runny poo exploded into my diaper. I stood there frozen on the spot in fear. I wasn't sure but I had a feeling I was in big trouble with Mom. I was wondering what to do when my mother came out looking for me. Spying me slowly walking up the path she walked to meet me and grabbed my arm. "MELLISA, HAVE YOU MESSED YOUR DIAPER?" she yelled. I nodded and began to cry. "Jesus Mellisa, I swear I am gonna be changing your diapers till your ninety". Mother always did exaggerate somewhat. It never occurred to me if I was ninety, how old she would be. And so, poor little missy got two bathes in one day. Mind you I was three years old. It was about this time that Dad took matters regarding my discipline into his own hands-literally.
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I was five years old and now in school. Of course I was good at school. I liked it well, elementary anyway. I was very popular with the other kids and I loved my teachers. Well, anyway, one day in class, I think it was near lunchtime, maybe about half an hour or so to go when I realized I needed to poop. Now, I had on a horrible dress (Mom always made me wear dresses, I actually never wore pants till I was fifteen), it was a blue one with a large white daisy's on it, white cotton briefs, white socks and black shoes. I raised my had very timidly (god, I was so shy back then). My teacher Miss Young looked up and smiled. "Yes Mellisa, what do you want honey?" "Please may I go to the bathroom?" I whispered, feeling myself go bright red. "Well Mellisa, it's nearly lunch time, you just wait until then ok?" She smiled and went back to what she was doing.
I on the other hand wasn't so sure I could wait. I sat there, my stomach aching for relief. I slowly let a little girl fart go, then another. I sat there trying to clench my bum trying to think of other things while the pain in my tummy intensified. I was close to crying I needed to go so bad. Then it happened slowly, very slowly a soft mushy poo oozed its way into my white cotton panties. I sat at my desk horrified, what would the other kids say? I begun to cry very quietly, my head in my hands as more poo filled my briefs. I sat there in the smelly mess, terrified of what my mom and dad would say and do when I got home. The bell rang end of class, all the other children quickly left the classroom. All except me. I just sat there not daring to move. I knew if I did the smelly mess would go down my legs and onto the floor. Everyone would see it and everyone would know little Mellisa popped her pants in class. I burst into tears. The teacher, surprised I was still there, got up and walked over to my desk. "Melissa, whatever is wro ..." She stopped as she caught the odor of my poop. "I pooped my pants Miss" I said through tears. "Oh honey, it's ok, accidents happen. Come on, we will go to the nurse, she knows what to do". The teacher helped me up and we walked to the nurse's office. The nurse cleaned me up. She had a pair of clean underpants (as she called them) that I wore with instructions to wash them and bring them back the next day for the next little boy or girl who had an accident. I always wondered if a boy had to wear the panties, oh well. I had to wear my gym shorts and top, my dress and dirty underwear was wrapped up in a brown paper bag. I know I was in big trouble at home.
Now a women form a nearby farm always picked me up from school. Her daughter Amanda was in the same class as me so we were best friends. "Don't worry Mellisa, your mom won't be mad at you, accidents happen" She was trying to console me, trying to comfort me. As we got nearer the farm, fear begun to grip me and I started to cry again. Amanda squeezed my and smiled. "Oh Missy, stop crying, its not like its the end of the world". But to me it was and I was right. "YOU DID WHAT AT SCHOOL!!!!" yelled my mother and father. "Oh, just nice, Mellisa, you ruined your dress, look at it." My mother threw her arms. "God knows what the teachers must think of you Mellisa." As she said that, she slapped me across the face. I stood there not crying, just staring at her. It was the first time she actually struck me. I slowly rubbed my hand across my face. Now it was my father's turn. I turned to face him as he walked towards me undoing his big black leather belt. Please Daddy don't, please don't" I said in a pleading voice, almost a whisper. Huge tears rolled down my cheeks, as I know what was coming. He moved a wooden chair nearer, beckoning me to bend over it. I begun to cry "Daddy please no, I won't do it anymore, I promise, really, I'll be a good girl, honest I will. "Get your scrawny little butt that chair right NOW!!" he yelled. I slowly laid over the chair. I felt my father lift up my skirt and pull my underwear down. I closed my eyes bracing for the stinging lash of the belt. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I screamed, crying, pleading for him to stop. Six, seven, eight times, finally it was over. I slowly got up rubbing my bum and quickly pulling up my panties. "Mellisa, go to bed, no supper for you tonight. Take a bath and don't forget that underwear tomorrow" said Mom. My Dad marched me to my room, opened the door and pushed me in, slamming it shut. I lay on my bed and cried myself to sleep.
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I was my sixth birthday. It was one I will never forget. I was sporting a huge swollen bruise on my cheek caused by dad giving me a back hander. I was sent sprawling into the kitchen table. What had I done to deserve that? HAA HAA, read on.
My friend Amanda and myself had gone to a little convenience store down the road to buy some candy. Mom had given me some money, not because it was my birthday, but because I had fed the chickens (this was one of my jobs, yes, even at six). Now I remember that day, there was a beautiful blue sky, but damn cold (well, being February, what did you expect). Anyway, feeling proud big and rich we headed for the store. I should mention this was two days before my birthday. Now I was very excited, after all birthdays meant presents. Now like I said, it was very cold that day. We had on snowsuits and Amanda was telling me this funny joke (I can't remember it now, but trust me, it was funny). Well, I laughed so hard I wet myself. I felt the warm wetness going down my legs. I looked down at my crotch. Luckily my snowsuit hid the wetness. I said nothing to Amanda. We go to the store and bought our candy. I never said much to my friend on the way home. The truth was, I was scared to go home. I had a feeling this would not go over well with Mom and Dad. We got to the entrance of the farm and I said goodbye to Amanda and she carried on walking home. Now it was a fair walk into the farm (well, for a six year old). I was walking very slowly wondering how to tell Mom I had wet my pants. I started to cry. I just knew I would get a spanking or worse. I suddenly turned around and began to walk back to the road and started walking to god knows where. This would be the first of many such incidents of running away in my life, at least until I finally left home for good. So there I am walking down the road on a freezing cold day in February (Ok, my timing for running away sucked, what can I say). By now I had stopped crying. "Big girls don't cry" I said and then "Big girls don't wet their pants either". I carried on walking. Now I had no idear where I was going or even what I was going to do. I was now very aware that my pants were rapidly becoming uncomfortable. The warm wet feeling was gone and in its place was a cold wet damp clingy feeling. I was now becoming scared. I had been gone almost three hours. My parents must now be wondering what on earth happened to me. It was starting to get dark. "Ok, smooth move Mellisa on your part running away, now where do I sleep? How do I eat?" That question was easy, I had my candy and begun to eat it with relish (not the kind you put on hamburgers, I mean ... oh, never mind) and was soon finished. Now the big problem was, I was freezing cold and very tired and really, really scared. I begun to cry again more harder and louder this time. I stopped walking, standing at the side of the road, not having a clue what to do or where to go.
It was about this time (thank god) that a police cruiser came along. The car stopped just ahead of me and the officer got out, walked over to me and squatted down in front of me. He gently held my hand and asked if my name was Mellisa Michals. Through the tears I nodded yes. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on honey, let's get in the nice warm car and I will take you home. Your mommy and daddy are worried about you." Deep down I was not so sure. I got into the back seat of the car. He closed the door and got in the drivers side and said something on his radio. The car was toasty warm and very soon we were turning into the entrance of the farm. A feeling of doom overcame me. As we got out of the car, the front door opened and out came my mom and dad. Dad always pretending to be the perfect father, he hugged me tight ... very tight.
"Honey, where have you been? We were worried sick about you," he said. Oh, give him his due, he played the part well, did so for many years and always when people were around. Everyone thought he was the perfect father. He's most likely the reason I am writing this book. So everyone will know what he was really like. The cop said goodbye, my parents thanked him and the three of us watched him drive away. My father opened the door and pushed me in. I knew what was coming. I was my mother's turn first. She yelled and screamed at me. "Mellisa, your such a dumb stupid child, anything could have happened to you out there." Oh, as opposed to what was going to happen I thought. And now it was my dad's turn. "Take that snowsuit off NOW!" he yelled. "Mellisa, stop crying, get those boots off, come on, hurry up." I sat on the floor struggling to get my boots off and all the time, watching my father, never taking my eyes off of him. My boots now off, I stood up and begun to undo my snowsuit. My mother was about to help me. "She can do it, she's not helpless" said my dad. Mom stood back. I was nervous, trying hard not to cry. My hands were shaking, my whole body trembling with fear. "Daddy, please, I am so sorry." It was at this point they saw my wet pants under the snowsuit. "Well, well, what have we got here" my father said, slowly walking up to me. "Did you wet your pants Melissa?" he yelled. "Oh for gods sake, Mellisa, not again, your nearly six years old, grow up" came from my mother. My dad grabbed me by the arm. "Daddy, please, it was an accident, it won't happen again, I promise, honest I will be a good girl, I won't do it again." I looked at him, pleading with him, my eyes filling with tears. His grip tightened on my arm. He dragged me into the kitchen and as he did, slamming me into the kitchen table. "You think your so smart don't you Mellisa? Well, I am going to show you what I think of your smart little ways." Again he grabbed me, this time around my neck, holding me with one hand, he slapped me hard across the face. I tasted blood in my mouth. Again he slammed me into the kitchen table. I fell to the floor, cowering, holding my arms around my head to try and protect myself, pleading with him to stop, begging for mercy. He kicked me in the stomach and told me to get to my room. Crying, I somehow managed to get up of the floor. At the door stood my mother, not saying a word, not even offering to help me (remember I was six years old). I managed to get to my room. Dad opened the bedroom door, pushed me in and slammed the door shut, locking it. I fell onto my bed and cried myself to sleep.
The day of my birthday past by uneventful. No happy birthday, no cake and no presents. It was explained to me, girls who wet their pants and run away don't deserve anything, so this was to be my punishment. I stood there looking at my parents. I never cried (I wanted to). I never said a word; instead I turned and went back to my room to play. I guess, thinking about it now that was that start of my withdrawal into my shell, so to speak, into my own little world. It was safe in my world, nobody got hurt, no tears, no abuse, always happy, always laughing. I stood looking in the mirror, a swollen cheek, a black eye and a loose tooth. My eyes filled with tears. Jesus Christ I thought, what did I do to deserve this? All I did was wet my pants. Surely that's not such a bad thing, is it?
I fell on my bed, laying on my stomach and cried and cried until I fell asleep. I was woken up by my mother. "Melissa, lunch is ready. Eat and then you come back up here, you are grounded till Monday." My mother never mentioned about my cheek or eye, but I noticed she did raise an eye and give a sigh. I got up and brushed past her and made my way to the kitchen to eat.
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