Oh my fucking God.
The lady in front finishes and I duck into the stall and look down at myself. My jeans have huge wet patches running down my inside legs. Holy shit. Its still coming, so I rip down my pants and sit down but it doesn’t stop. Holy crap. I’ve hit the bottom of the barrel. I’ve wet myself in public with fucking paparazzi outside waiting for the shot.
Only me, this shit could only happen to me.
I shake my hands in horror. What the hell am I going to do? I stand to look down at myself and the inside of both legs is wet right to my feet.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
What will I do, what will I do?
I text Bridget.
Don’t say anything to Cameron
OMFG get to the bathroom
We have a fucking disaster
She immediately texts back.
Huh?
I write back.
Just get here now!!!!!!!
She writes back.
On my way, drama queen
I stand in the stall with my hands over my mouth. I’m blushing just thinking about getting out of here.
“Hello.,” I hear Bridget’s voice and I open the door and peek around.
“Get in here.” I grab her jumper and pull her into the cubicle with me, thankful nobody else is in the toilets.
“What are you doing, you fruitcake?”
“Look at this.” I snap as I point at my pants.
Her face drops in horror. “What the hell happened?”
“I wet myself,” I whisper angrily.
Her mouth drops open in horror and then she starts to giggle. “Oh my God. Funny shit.”
“This is not funny shit,” I gasp, outraged.
She puts her hands over her mouth. “What are we going to do?” She bends down to my stomach and points at it. “Naughty baby.” She whispers.
I put my hands on my hips and throw my head back in disgust.
“It has to be a boy.” She smirks. “Only a boy would do this.”
“Not helping,” I groan.
She stands and thinks for a moment. “I will just go out and get Max to bring the car around.”
I look at her for a moment as I think. “But they will photograph my piss pants and it will be on every magazine cover tomorrow.”
She screws up her face. “Yeah, I guess.”
She gets out her phone and texts someone.
“Who are you texting?” I frown.
“Cameron.”
“I don’t want Cameron to know,” I stammer in a panic.
“Cameron’s a doctor, you fool. He sees people shit themselves all the time.”