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Liberty's Night Out

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I am experimenting with writing in the present tense & in first person, so if it sounds off let me know & I'll get it fixed. Thank you.

 

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From Liberty's POV

The other day my old friend Georgia had invited me to go to the movies with her. I completely forgot that it was happening until she called me up while 
I was editing a livestream down today telling me she was picking me up in an hour. I take a shower, brush my hair, throw on some gray shorts and that leaves me with
about half an hour left to go. I was thinking I might use the bathroom but I don't really gotta go so there really isn't any need, and if I need to the theatre we're 
going to is only about an hour away. There's no way I wouldn't be able to hold it until then. So for the rest of the time waiting I just
plan to chill out on my sofa in my apartment, sipping on some cola, scrolling through media, waiting for Georgia to show up.

After some time waiting I hear a car honking in the parking lot & hear a shout coming from the parking lot.

"GET IN LIBERTY, WE'RE GONNA GO SEE SOME AWESOME SHIT!"

I laugh, & grab my phone charger, & shove it in my small bag that I'm bringing with some snacks. I feel a little bit of pressure on my bladder but it doesn't seem 
too urgent. Besides, I don't have enough time to do anything about it right now anyway. We gots to go.

Right after I get in Georgia's car and she leaves the building's parking lot she starts up with,

"Hey, so I'm sorry about what happened to you last week. I was watching when you wet yourself live & felt so embarrassed for you."

I was kind a little hurt, won't lie.

"Wow thanks. You're really making me feel great about myself." I reply, very sarcastically.

"Really?" She's asking seemingly proud of herself.

"No. Of course not. I do not want to think about that."

"Alright, sorry. Here, I know what'll make you feel better."

To me, that sounded way too confident. But she ended up pulling on into the Wendy's drive-thru and we got 2 chickens patty's & one large soda each. I was really happy
that she did. This is however one of my favourite restaurants. The large soda is a bit concerning but nah, it won't be a worry. Last week was just a one-time event.
After a little while I finish my food & check the time, turns out we still have half an hour to go. I'm really starting to regret drinking so much. Should I tell her
that I gotta go? Nah, that would only slow us down. There's no point. Just a little longer.

While waiting I reflect on the times I wet myself before the live stream incident last week. The biggest of which was in class. Our teacher was giving us a test and
I was asked to wait until it was over. Turns out that task was a bit much for a young Liberty, before I knew it my pants were being flooded in the front row. The
classroom was as quiet as a mouse too so everybody heard the splashing of my urine on the floor. It was so hard to come back to school the next day with all of the embarrassment.

We are finally arriving to the theatre, and it's getting pretty bad by this point. I feel like I can finally relax knowing that I'm definitely gonna make it. We enter & grab the tickets for our movie.

"Hey Georgia, I'm gonna go off to the bathroom real quick."

"Alright, don't fall in." She joked

I quickly run off to find that the bathroom was closed. The sign on the door said,

"Closed for maintenance, will reopen shortly."
 
"Oh god" I thought, "not again." I grabbed my crotch, leaking in my shorts a little bit. After a deep sigh, I made my way back to Georgia and told her that the
bathroom was closed. 

"You gonna be okay?" She asked concerningly.  

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna be alright." I reply nervously.

We get into the theatre and the movie starts. At this point, the pressure becomes too immense. I cross my legs hoping for the best. I leak a little more into my shorts.
Georgia sees that I'm struggling to hold on but doesn't do or say anything. A lot comes out this time. It's clear that my shorts are stained. There would be no hiding
it even if I did make it to the bathroom. I take a deep breath and give in. I can hear the sound of my urine rushing out of my body, through my cloth shorts & onto
the soft theatre seat.

psssssssshhhhhhhhh...

A few seconds of relief hit me. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths and relax. My hands are still cupped over my crotch. It's finally over I thought to myself. 
This felt horrible. I couldn't help but cry. It felt like an eternity I was sitting there in my puddle. I move my hands to find them soaked. Everything was soaked.
I don't know what to do, I haven't pissed myself in public in nearly 15 years.

"Holy crap. Let's get you on out of here." Georgia was obviously worried & more than willing to help. Thank god, because there's no way I knew what to do.

We got up out of our seats and she gave me her sweater to tie around my waist. Once we got in the car and got me back to the apartment she said that I could keep her
sweater for now. So I did, and went back up to my apartment. I cleaned up and showered. I sat in regret once I was finally dry. I think the diapers are going to be necessary...

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