Rozie was a diligent college student who loved learning and spending time with her friends. On a cold winter afternoon, as the sun began its descent, Rozie found herself walking home alone from college. She had gotten separated from her friend Sarah at the end of the day, but she didn't think much of it and decided to make her way home on her own. As Rozie walked through the fields on her way home, she was becoming increasingly desperate to pee. With each passing minute, Rozie's desperation grew. Her bladder, feeling fuller by the second, sent waves of discomfort through her body. Rozie's mind raced, desperately seeking a solution. She looked around, hoping to find a nearby public restroom or a friendly store where she could ask for help. But the surrounding woods offered no signs of civilization. Panic started to set in, and Rozie knew she couldn't hold it any longer. Frantically, she scoured the area for a secluded spot, a place where she could find some privacy and relieve herself discreetly. However, the dense woodland seemed to deny her any solace. The cold wind bit at her cheeks, and her heart pounded with anxiety. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Rozie succumbed to the inevitable. She started to wet herself, her tights and white panties soaking through with warm liquid. As she stood there, wet and defeated, a rustling sound broke through the silence. Rozie turned her gaze toward the source of the noise. Emerging from behind a thick cluster of trees was Sarah, her long-time friend. Sarah had realized they had gotten separated and had been searching for Rozie. To be continued…