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 The Bathroom

   LOCKED OUT

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Keeley had a great day out with friends, but now she had to get home as
quickly as possible, because, first of all, not only she had to keep an
appointment to see a work colleague, but also, more urgently, she needed to
wee very badly.

   As she approached the front door of her garden flat, walking awkwardly,
clamping her legs tightly together and flexing her bladder muscles in order
to prevent herself from losing it in her sky blue jeans.  She searched
through her bag, but couldn't find her keys.  Several more searches later,
the keys still weren't inside.  Keeley felt a spasm surge through her
body...  that forced her to drop her bag, quickly grab herself with both
hands and started to bend double.

   When she felt the spasm pass, she searched outside the house for her
keys, but, after fifteen minutes, she was having more trouble trying to
prevent herself from wetting.  She gingerly walked around the house,
prancing and holding herself tightly.  She looked through all the ground
floor windows and tried to open them...  no luck.  Then suddenly, she
remembered...  she walked to the front door and looked under a rock to find
a set of keys.  However, they were the wrong set which only opened the
garden shed.

   Keeley decided to wait outside the front door for a while.  She made a
call to one of her flatmates on her mobile phone, who happened to be out at
the time, only to connect her to a voicemail message.  She growled, and
resigned herself to wait for her much needed relief.  She continued to bend
double and hold herself whilst crossing her legs tightly as she waited for
her friend to return.

   A couple of hours later, Keeley's desperation grew slowly worse.  She
called her flatmate on her mobile, only again to be connected to a
voicemail message.  She began walking up and down the garden path, moaning
repeatedly, and trying to tighten her bladder muscles in a bid to hold her
wee inside.  She desperately looked for a discreet place to relieve
herself, but the layout of both the front and back gardens meant that she
would be seen from other people looking out of their windows.

   By now Keeley had both hands jammed in her crotch and would not take
them away in case it made her let go involuntarily.  Suddenly, she heard
somebody walk up the garden path.  "Hello...  HELLO!" shouted the voice. 
Oh, no.  Kelley didn't want anyone to see her in this state.  The voice
became louder.  "I've got a package for somebody to sign." "Coming," Keeley
responded.  She tried to regain a normal, standing posture, but it is
difficult if one needs to relieve oneself.  She walked slowly towards an
extremally handsome courier man holding a small, plain covered parcel. 
"Sign this madam," he said.  However, Keeley's hand started to shake as she
wrote her signature.  "Thank you," she said, but before she could turn
away, she felt some urine leak into her knickers.  She immediately dropped
the package and started to grab herself again.  "What's the matter?" asked
the courier.  "It's embarrassing, but...  I need to wee badly," Keeley
blurted out.  She didn't need prompting.  "The problem is...  I've lost my
keys and can't get into the house." "Let's see what we can do," said the
courier in an act of kindness, and started to look for the keys.

   Keeley started to lean on the garden fence, crossed her legs and began
to rock repeatedly.  She felt some more urine leak, this time dampening the
bottom of her jeans.  "Have you found them yet?" "No, not yet," the courier
replied.  Keeley felt she was in serious trouble and just on the verge of
losing control.  She let go some more urine, soaking her bottom.  Despite
gripping her crotch in a desperate bid to hold on, she knew she was going
to wet herself sooner rather than later.....  and is currently late for her
appointment.

   Half an hour's search in the garden led to nothing.  The courier made
his apologies and had to leave because he was behind with his schedule. 
That left Keeley, on her own again, desperate to wee, holding herself,
bending double, continually leaking....  She bent over to see the growing
wet patch in the crotch of her jeans.  "Hi Keeley!" another voice called to
her.  It was her colleague, Kate.  "Oh, no.  She can't see me in this
state!" But it was too late.  Urine started gushing involuntarily, soaking
her sky-blue jeans.  Kate came to see Keeley, suddenly stunned to see her
colleague wetting herself in her own garden.

   When her bladder emptied its contents, Keeley said "I'm sorry", and
started sobbing.  "Don't worry," Kate said, putting an arm around her in
sympathy.  "Let's try to get you inside so you can be able to change." The
wetting accident was embarrassing for Keeley, but surprisingly, she did
eventually find her keys...  they were in her coat pocket all the time!