Since I stuck my head (complete with running make-up and plastered down hair) above the parapet a couple of weeks ago I’ve had conversations with lots of interesting people (and a couple of dullards, ha ha) about the wetlook fetish and our varying experiences. It surprised me to discover that a significant number of us have very similar stories to tell about how we discovered the joy of wet clothes, and that many of us knew from a very young age – even before we knew anything about sex – that there was something special going on. I’ve also spent a lot of time answering the same questions from dozens of different people, so instead of repeating myself ad infinitum in private messages, I decided it would be better to write properly detailed accounts of my wet experiences. With that in mind, here’s part one of “How Hannah Discovered She Was A Weirdo Who Enjoyed Getting Her Clothes All Soaking Wet”. Catchy title, don’t you think?
There was no great epiphany, no moment at which I felt I had gone from being “normal” to being a wet clothing enthusiast; it’s always been there, like it’s imprinted in my DNA. Ever since I was a little girl, for as far back as my memories go, I was fascinated by seeing people on TV getting their clothes wet. The earliest example I can remember was a Sunday morning show on which young people would do consumer tests on various products. This particular morning, four teenage girls had been tasked with comparing different brands of bubble bath. I hadn’t been paying much attention until now, the programme was aimed at older kids and most of it was a bit over my head, but suddenly I was glued to the screen as it became clear that the best way for the girls to test the product was for each of them to be introduced to a bathtub which had been filled with water and their designated brand of bubble bath. And then for them to get in it. Fully clothed.
I only saw it that one time, but it’s stuck in my memory ever since. (If anyone has a recording of it or knows where it’s available online, please let me know!) There was one girl in a white T-shirt, skirt (or possibly shorts) and plimsolls; another in a black T-shirt, shorts and trainers; yet another in a blue T-shirt, leggings and jelly shoes. Each of them in their respective tubs, splashing around, trying to form as many bubbles as they could from their given product. I only saw it that once, but it stuck in my mind and over the next few days, weeks, years, I replayed it in my mind, asking all sorts of questions. Did they know they were going to have to get their clothes wet? How did they react when they were told? Did they have a change of clothes with them? Did they enjoy bathing fully clothed, or had they been forced into it? What did being in the bath with all your clothes on feel like? Could I try it for myself? (more…)