One OfThe Most Embarrassing Moments Of My Life-Part 2

Ok, where did we leave off? Oh, yeah..I got to the bottom of the slide and I emerged form the water. I couldn't even recall the impact because I had closed my eyes and held my breath at that point. I somehow did not feel quite right though. Something was definitely wrong in the back of my swimsuit. I hesitated to get out of the water until I could figure it out. Had the bottoms been pushed up my crack? I certainly did not want to walk out of the water with my bottom hanging out, even though I had a long t-shirt covering me up. I was shy and very self conscious at that point in my life. I reached around, under the water of course, to try to feel what had happened. To my absolute horror I felt something hard and roundish in my swimsuit. Had I pooped in my swimsuit? I could hardly believe that was possible! Wouldn't I know if I had? There was those few moments just prior to hitting the bottom that I had closed my eyes and held my breath. I had been going so fast down the slide the bottom of it came very fast. Holding my breath was the last thing I could remember though. It had to have happened upon impact. Now I really didn't want to get out of the water! I wanted to somehow teleport myself to the nearest toilet. I wanted one of those gadgets Captain Kirk used on Star Trek to transport himself back and forth from the Starship Enterprise. Where was one of those when you needed it? I so realized my sister had already come down the slide and was ahead of me yelling,"Come On!" and the female lifeguard at the bottom of the slide was yelling for me to get out. Neither one could figure out what on earth was wrong with me. My sister came up to me and asked me what what was my problem. She told me I looked like I had seen a ghost. No, I was imagining my future as being the nasty girl who had shit her swimsuit on the White Lightening. I had to get a plan and quickly. I obviously had to tell her what was going on. She started laughing hysterically and loudly, which was not going to help my plan one bit! She had to help me get to the restroom unnoticed. Fat chance with the way she was carrying on. I became angry at that point, because after all..it was her fault!! I told her to shut up and help me and I reminded her that it was her fault I was in this position to begin with! She quited her laughing and got behind me. I eased out of the pool, hoping to God above that nothing would fall out, pulling my cover up down in the back as much as possible. I got to the restroom and sure enough there was a line. I yelled, "Emergency!"as I plowed my way through women and small children. A lady had just come out of one of the stalls and I ran in. I heard a little girl's voice say," No fair mom, she cut us!" I screamed back, "I didn't cut you, you are not bleeding! So just hold on!" I heard my sister say, in her version of a whisper," She pooped her pants, as she giggled some more. I abruptly told her to shut her big mouth. I heard the lady in next stall start to laugh as well. Great! now the whole place is going to know! I pulled my swimsuit down and sure enough I heard to little plops hit the water in the toilet. I turned my cover up around and inspected the back...It was white, by the way, and it was clean, thank God. I inspected my bottoms and they were clean. I heard my sister conversing with the women in the next stall who had been laughing at my ordeal. Apparently, she had dropped her keys in the toilet and was fishing them out by hand. So, I guess I wasn't the only one having a bad time. She quit laughing at me when my sister said something to the effect that she really couldn't laugh at me since she had her hand in dirty toilet water. She agreed and quit laughing. We both were washing our hands, side by side, with an uncomfortable silence. I since have learned that when you hit water hard enough, at a certain "position",without having your legs crossed , causes an enema effect. I left the park shortly after and I never went on that slide again. On every trip thereafter my sister always made it a point to ask if I wanted to go on that slide. I never went on it again. I was most happy when they tore it down. Of course they put one up almost identical and people were using foam pads to down or they went down without the pad but had their legs crossed. My sister has never in thirty years let me live that down. That is still one of her favorite stories to this day.