I’m walking around a housing estate and I’m absolutely desperate to empty my bladder! I’m wearing a black and white jumper, a white shirt over the top, a very tight pair of grey leggings, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of crocodile print shoes. The pressure on my bladder has been building up for a long time, and I’m frantically looking for somewhere I can empty it. But I’m in a built up residential area, and I know that there are people looking out of the windows at me. I keep walking, each step becoming more difficult to manage, when all of a sudden my bladder partially opens ...

I’m walking around a housing estate and I’m absolutely desperate to empty my bladder! I’m wearing a black and white jumper, a white shirt over the top, a very tight pair of grey leggings, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of crocodile print shoes. The pressure on my bladder has been building up for a long time, and I’m frantically looking for somewhere I can empty it. But I’m in a built up residential area, and I know that there are people looking out of the windows at me. I keep walking, each step becoming more difficult to manage, when all of a sudden my bladder partially opens and some liquid spills into my leggings! I put my hand to my crotch to try and ease the pressure, but already the light colour of the leggings is showing up the wet stains. I keep walking, but it’s no use, I’m too far gone...the floodgates burst open and all my warm liquid gushes out into my outfit! It’s running down the insides of my legs towards my shoes, and I know full well that people might be watching me at this very moment...and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it!