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Lately, I have had a lot of fantasies about women in 1980s office clothing being desperate. I wasn't around in this era, but something about a beautiful woman in such classy and restrictive clothes suffering the pains of desperation is exciting. Particularly, I like to imagine the moment a frantic business lady pulls down her hose and panties to squat in the bushes (or in a stairwell, or in a parking garage, or over a small trash can...) and relieve her throbbing bladder, only to be interrupted and forced to hold longer, a few drops of pee landing between between her sensible heels as she fights to regain control.

Definitely the asocial nature of men's bathrooms. I expected all kinds of problems based on how trans women close to me would say, "if you don't pass, you don't pee." But no man has so much as looked at me long enough to even make passing an issue. I feel lucky, but in the way someone would feel lucky if they watched their neighbor's house get destroyed by a tornado while theirs remained untouched. Men's bathrooms really are dirtier/smellier on average, but thankfully I'm not too squeamish. The funniest thing is when you use the out-of-the-way one and find syringes, glory holes, etc. and you're like "oh, so I found the Party Bathroom."

The iconic Playboy Club bunny suits from the 1960s. They zipped up the back, had metal stays, and were so tight that bunnies could pop a seam from sneezing. Because taking the costumes off was a production, they had no choice but to hold it all night if they needed to go. Poor little bunny bladders...there must have been some wild scenes in the staff bathrooms at these establishments.

Someone stop me from tooting my own horn please (too late)

Desperate trans girl's first time using a women's room on a road trip. This is not mine, but I thought the forum needed to see it. Text: Haha well it was my first time in girl mode, like I said. We were driving from NC to PA for a concert. And one of the things I knew i wanted to avoid was going into a sketch bathroom and potentially getting clocked. But 7 hours is a long time. I get headaches when I get dehydrated and I've always had a bladder of a thimble. so I knew this was a losing battle. Well, it finally got to the point of HAVING to go. I was in tights and a black dress so that was keeping my three piece set pretty compact in there, making me last a bit longer, but I just remember crossing my legs, groaning and whimpering as I realized I had to go... And it would be as we entered WV, the one state we wanted to avoid. So we pull over at the Welcome Center and I've got to take like ten deep breaths to both keep myself from pissing my tights and to prep myself for having to see if I can do the ultimate passing test. The center was crowded, and I could see people walk in and out of the women's room. I could also see three guys in orange construction vests just sitting outside the bathrooms, chatting. It was mortifying. I felt like I either pissed myself and ruined my trip or I get clocked and harassed by these guys... But I made a choice and I went for it. I went in with such a grimace on my face, causing the guys to look at me to the effect of "what's her problem?" But they didn't even bat a transphobic eye as I just schmoozed right past them and found a stall. God I tell you that when I finally let go in the toilet it felt like sex. Just a release and stretching of muscles I'd been holding tightly for hours. I audibly gasped in the stall... And it just didn't stop. Had to have been half a gallon. I remembered to fiddle with the toilet paper to make sure everyone didn't think I was some cis woman who doesn't wipe her pussy... But after that I just sat there in the stall and reveled in being so... Empty. But that's the story of how I discovered I both passed and had a new kink

It could have been muscular, or your bladder may have been resting heavily enough on the rest of your pelvic anatomy to put a kink in your urethra. This is more common in men (and non-men who were born male.) The long, thin male urethra is more pinchable. Stories of men actually needing to be catheterized for this tend to involve them being seated in one position for a long time - slot machines, airplanes. Therefore, if you plan to hold a lot, also plan to move around a lot. Maybe choose moderation if you want to mix omorashi and bondage.

One time when I was a kid I peed in a mason jar with a playmate because we were on a Harry Potter kick and wanted to make the grossest "potion" we could come up with. We also hocked loogies in it and added condiments we didn't like (sweet relish, horseradish.) Children are truly disgusting creatures.

I've had this fantasy. It's not so strange.

It's a statistical effect. The majority of people who seek out fetish porn and join fetish forums are cis men. The majority of men are straight. Straight men will be more interested in female content. Female content often references potty parity issues in some way.

You sighed when you started and I could tell it was completely involuntary. Poor baby. You shouldn't push yourself quite so hard.