I woke up late today. I had to rush off to my 8 a.m. class in pajama/clothes, I didn’t have time to get properly dressed or brush my teeth or potty. I speed walked the half mile and sat through a seemingly endless lecture on shading and volume, and a whole bunch of other art things, I didn’t really take it in.
I spent most of class trying not to pee on myself. I came in rather late, so I thought it would be rude to leave, even for a moment. So I didn’t.
And I held it.
For some ungodly reason I decided to have all my toughest classes all back to back, and I didn’t have a chance to potty until well after 1, and I was full to bursting.
But I didn’t want to go, not at that point. I was writhing in line for food and I was wriggling up the stairs to my dorm room, but I couldn’t bring myself to pee, not just yet.
I waited until much later.
I tried to potty like a big boy for the first time, and it got everywhere. It felt so good, even as it ran down my thighs, and I didn’t realize I made a huge mess until after I was done.
And I felt so bad, but I couldn’t help but wonder if I had a Mommy or Daddy to help potty train me…
I always hold it until it’s too late. I like when the first few drops wet my panties, I like having a wet spot in my pants, and I love the feeling of letting lose in my pants. But I can’t do that anymore. I have a lot of things on my plate, including this.