I’ve just got back home after a long train journey and I’m desperate to relieve myself! I’m wearing a pink coat, a white top, a tight pair of black jeans, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of black ankles boots. No sooner have I got through the door and taken off my coat than my friend calls me on the telephone. I answer it, but I’m aware that I need to end the call quickly because I really am bursting to go! I take off my boots and my socks whilst my friend is talking, and I fidget around and hop from one foot to the other in a futile attempt to try and ease the pressure. But it’s just no good, my bladder is far too full, and the only thing that will stop the throbbing inside me is a much needed wetting. But my friend is a chatterbox, and just won’t get off the phone. To my embarrassment, my bladder suddenly opens right here in the living room, and a warm jet of liquid spills down my legs and onto the rug! My tight jeans stick to my legs like glue as they become more and more soaked, but I try and keep the tone of my voice even so that my friend doesn’t realise what’s happening. I do hope nobody finds out about this :O