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Two Nerdy Faery "dudes" peeing side by side at the urinal.
Double Nerdy at the Urinal [654f985e4f8e8].mp4

I love it!  Is there a followup panel that shows them peeing?

one scenario that I've thought of but haven't much intention to write about is a drunk girl at European music festival using one of those plastic public 4person urinals

I would like to see more successes and fewer failures

Found this story here: https://go2thebathroom.com/2019/03/01/a-date-with-a-problem/
Yukiko was a very pretty 18-year old Japanese school girl, living with her parents in a suburb to Osaka, doing her last year in school. Not surprisingly, many of the boys in her class had a crush on the pretty schoolgirl, and a few had tried to ask her out, but Yukiko was very “boy-shy” and always said no.
Until finally one of the boys, Miko, who Yukiko perhaps was a bit secretly fond of herself, got a shy “Okay” when he asked her to come with him into central Osaka the following Sunday afternoon. To go out during the daytime maybe seemed a bit more innocent than going out with a boy at night, to Yukiko. Little did she know that her date with Miko would end in a not so innocent and highly embarrassing way for her.
 
They met at the local train station where they lived a little before 11 o’clock the following Sunday, in order to take the commuter train into central Osaka. The suburb where they lived was rather distant, so it would take the train a little more than an hour to reach Osaka central station. Miko tried to strike up a conversation with the shy Yukiko during the train ride, but it was not so easy, and both maybe felt a bit awkward. Things would improve, however, as they got into town where there were many things to see and do, and thus easier to find things to talk about.
As they got to Osaka, they would mostly just gallivant around, looking at the street life and the shops in the city centre, and then spending some time in a park where they could sit or lay down in the grass next to each other, like a young loving couple. After a couple of hours, they started to feel hungry, and went to a cafeteria to have sandwiches, some snacks, and tea to drink, which Miko paid for.
Having finished the eating and drinking, Miko took the chance to use the toilet of the cafeteria. A bit shyly, he asked Yukiko if she did not want to do the same thing. Yukiko had started to feel a certain urge in her bladder, and thus been careful not to drink too much tea, but when Miko asked her about using the toilet before they left, she shyly shook her head. Yukiko was not only “boy-shy” but also “pee-shy”. Especially, the combination of those two shynesses, the thought of having to use the toilet while being out with a boy, made her very embarrassed. The urge was not very strong and persistent, so she thought that she could probably hold out over the day until she got back home. Hopefully, they would not spend too much more time in Osaka before returning home again. She had told Miko already that she had promised her parents to be home for Sunday dinner.
But after they had left the cafeteria, Miko continued to gallivant around and look into shops for another couple of hours. He then wondered if they should go and watch a movie. Yukiko shook her head. She reminded him that she was supposed to be back for dinner. Besides, by now, her bladder had really started to become full (although she did not tell Miko that), and she knew that the train ride home would also take at least one hour, maybe more if they first had to wait for the train a long time. And the commuter trains did not have toilets on board. Using the toilets at the train station she wanted to avoid, and same with cinema toilets, even if they had decided to go for a movie.
Miko accepted her “No”, and agreed that it was maybe time to head home. They started to walk towards the train station, but it took them almost half an hour to reach there, since they had been quite far away from it. As they started to get closer to the station, Yukiko became increasingly aware about the mounting pressure in her bladder. By now, it had really started to become painful. She realized that she probably would have to use the restrooms at the station, before they got onto the train, even though she would feel very embarrassed about it in front of Miko. She tried to think what phrases she would use for excusing herself when they got to the station, and left him to go to the restrooms, that would be least embarrassing and least obvious what she needed to do. But the alternative, to endure the one-hour train ride plus some additional walking and wait until she got home, seemed more and more impossible, considering how full her bladder was already.
Finally, they got to the station. It was almost 17 now, she would not be home until after 18. It also depended on when the next train would leave, on Sundays there would only be one train per hour out to where Miko and Yukiko lived, not one every ten minutes or so as during rush hours on weekdays. Miko looked at the displays for departing commuter trains, while Yukiko looked in the direction where the station restrooms were, trying to come up with a suitable phrase so she could excuse herself and go there and finally relieve herself.
“Oh, there is a train leaving in just one or two minutes”, Miko shouted and shook Yukiko. “Let’s hurry”. He set off, and Yukiko tried to follow as fast as she could with her aching bladder. None of them wanted to wait one hour for the next train. But on the other hand, Yukiko was almost desperate to use a toilet by now. She tried to shout something to Miko, but he was already ahead of her and did not hear what she said. She had to follow. Maybe, she thought, there was a slim chance this was a new train with toilets on board; she had read that they were going to introduce such trains on the longer commuter lines, too which the one she lived along belonged.
With a very slim margin, they reached the train just in time. Miko waited in the doorway of the last carriage as Yukiko caught up, and they both went in and found some seats, sitting opposite each other next to a window. Yukiko looked around, but to her disappointment this was an old train of the normal type, and no toilet was to be seen.
The doors closed and the train started to pick up speed. Yukiko knew she was trapped inside it for at least one hour with her date and an aching bladder that wanted to relieve itself as soon as possible, but had no such possibility. Peeing herself, as she had done once on a train journey with her parents a few years ago, was not an option giving her age and the fact that she was now travelling with a boy of her own age, a classmate that she would meet each day at school. She just had to hold herself and endure until she got home.
But things would get worse! Japanese trains are known for their punctuality, but this time, after a couple of station stops, the train suddenly slowed down and came to a halt in the middle of the line. After a couple of minutes, the driver announced through the loudspeakers that they would have to remain there for some time, due to ongoing repair works in front of them. Yukiko moaned, but otherwise did not say a word, as she was concentrating fully on composing herself and hold her bladder. How long would they be sitting here? She could hardly sit still, and was starting to squirm and fidget in her seat, in front of Miko.
It was inevitable that Miko would start noticing how uneasy she seemed. “Are you allright?”, he asked after some time. “Uh, Uuhh” was the only answer he got from Yukiko, both the first and the second time he asked. But the third time, after he said “What’s the matter, Yukiko? I can see you are not allright, you seem very uneasy”, she blushed and said in a strained voice “Sorry, I need to pee very badly. I do not know how long time more I can hold it”. “I could see that”, Miko said. “Try to think of something else. Hopefully, the train will start moving soon again, and you will get home”.
They did not say anything more for a while. After about fifteen minutes, the train started to move again slowly. Yukiko moaned and groaned in agony from her bladder, as the train started shaking. In that way, it had been better when they were not moving. Her legs had started trembling because of her filled bladder. She pulled at her skirt, as if that would help. At least, Miko would perhaps not notice how her legs were trembling.
As they were slowing down again and approaching the next station, Yukiko hesitantly opened her mouth and said in an embarrassed tone: “Please, can we get off at this station and look for a toilet, I do not think I can hold it until we get home”. “Of course” said Miko, “Let’s get off here and find you a toilet”.
Miko got up and got towards the doors. Yukiko remained seated until the train came to a full stop at the platform, worried what may happen if she stood up and the train made a jerk before stopping. She then composed herself, stood up and followed Miko out on the platform, all the time concentrating on squeezing the muscles around her pee-hole really tight, so nothing would leak. Miko walked towards the back end exit of the platform, with Yukiko hobbling after. Hopefully, there would be some shops and a public toilet when they got out on the street!
But this turned out to be really a back exit, or back entrance to the station, the main entrance with shops and services being in the other directions. Here, it was only a small kiosk that was closed on Sundays (so no possibility to borrow a toilet there). Otherwise, this was a plain residential area, with private houses behind walls and fences. No public toilet at the station entrance, not even a urinal in sight (if Yukiko would have been so desperate so she would have tried to use one?).
None of them knew this area. Miko suggested that they should walk along the road towards the other station entrance. Perhaps that was a bigger entrance with a public toilet, or some shops or a restaurant or cafeteria that was open on Sundays, where she could ask to borrow a toilet. They set off in that direction, although it was not easy for poor Yukiko to walk fast, even though she needed to get to a toilet fast. Sometimes she had to stop to bend over or cross her legs, with Miko looking worried at her (or was he rather excited about pretty Yukiko almost about to pee herself?). As she walked, she had to hold her hand in the front of her skirt, and press it in between her thighs to hold back the pee that was almost coming out through her pussy. Luckily enough, this was a quite area with no one except Miko on the street to see her in her delicate and desperate situation, and perhaps a few car drivers passing by that may notice something.
But somehow the road bent in another direction, leaving the vicinity of the station. They tried to take a side road instead, but only seemed to get more lost. This was not an area with straight streets and square-shaped house blocks, where it would be relatively easy to keep direction. This was a housing area with villas and narrow winding roads, where orientation was difficult. And nowhere any shop or public place where it may be possible to knock on the door and ask to borrow a toilet, only private villas. Yukiko was really feeling desperate. How much longer could she hold out before she would start peeing herself, in front of Miko?
Finally, they saw a small park with a playground and some trees and bushes at the end of the road they were walking. Maybe there would be a public toilet in the park. And, if not, there would at least be a chance for poor Yukiko to squat behind some bushes. They continued towards the small park. As they got there, Miko suggested to Yukiko that she should go behind the bushes next to the footpath through the park and relieve herself. Yukiko was hesitating and looked very embarrassed at the sheer thought of doing so, but realized she might not have any alternative if there was no toilet nearby, or she would pee herself in front of Miko soon.
They walked a bit further into the park, Yukiko with her hand pressed between her legs, looking around for a suitable hidden spot surrounded by bushes on all sides, where she could possibly squat and relieve her aching and overfilled bladder. But then Miko spotted what seemed to be an old toilet building at the other end of the footpath. They continued in that direction. Yes! There was a sign saying “Public restrooms” pointing towards the small building. Yukiko hobbled towards the end of the building where another sign said “Ladies”, with Miko now following after.
But the door to the Ladies department was closed and locked, with a sign saying “Out of order”. Yukiko pulled the handle in desperation with one hand, holding the other between her legs, but the door was locked. Now, so close to the goal, she could feel a small leak in her underpants, making them a bit damp in the front. What should she do now?
Miko saw that the door on the other side, the Gents department was open. “You will have to use the Gents toilet”, he said to Yukiko, “unless you want to go back and use the bushes instead. But do not worry, I will keep an eye so nobody else gets in while you are there”.
Yukiko had no choice, or rather, she had three choices: peeing herself, squat behind the bushes, or use the male toilet. Of these, she preferred the last option, even if it also felt embarrassing for a girl like Yukiko, being both “boy-shy” and “pee-shy”. She hobbled around the building and peeked through the door into the men’s restroom. It had one toilet cubicle behind a second door, and two open urinals along the wall. She went in and pulled the handle to the second door.
It was locked! Or rather, it was occupied, and locked! Yukiko was shaking the door in desperation, and shouting “Please come out, I have to pee now, hurry, I can’t hold myself anymore, it’s coming in my panties… “. It was no exaggeration, she could feel some more pee leaking out through her pussy into her underpants, making them increasingly damp in the front. There were some sounds from inside, and someone grunted angrily. A man’s voice. Miko came in to help Yukiko. “Please, hurry up in there, my girlfriend is about to pee herself, she has to get in and use the toilet”. Maybe it was a bit premature by Miko to call Yukiko his girlfriend already, and a bit indiscrete to say that she was about to pee herself, but at least the latter was true. There was some more grunting from inside. “I am using the toilet! Leave me alone! Why can’t she go to the ladies side?” a man’s voice said. Miko explained that the ladies restroom was closed and out of function. “Okay, if she is in such a hurry, then she can use one of the urinals outside. She only has to pee, has she?”, the man inside said.
They looked around at the two urinal bowls hanging next to each on the wall, opposite the wash basin. This seemed to be the only option left for Yukiko now. “Try to use one of those”, Miko said. I stay guard outside so nobody else comes. He moved back to the doorway, but placed himself in such a way that he could both keep an eye outside and an eye on Yukiko through the mirror above the wash basin, as she hobbled towards the nearest urinal, with her left hand tucking in her skirt in the front, pressing it in between the thighs to prevent further leakage.
For natural reasons, she had never used a men’s urinal before, and was not sure how to do. But she was desperate, she could feel some more leakage, and was about to pee herself massively any second. She put her back towards the wall, facing the room, and tried to spread her legs on either side of the urinal bowl, placing her bottom right over the bowl. With one hand, she pulled up her skirt in the back, so it would not hang down into the bowl and she would pee on it and make it wet. With the other hand, she tried to pull down her underpants as much as she could, both in the front and in the back, but not further than that they would be hidden behind the skirt in the front, should anyone see her. She was very careful to leave her blue skirt hanging down in the front, so nothing could be seen of what she was doing.
Then she tried to pee. But although she had been leaking several times, and felt as she was going to explode, nothing would come! Maybe it was because she was very uncertain about how to use the urinal and worried that much of her urine would flow down her legs, into her panties or onto her skirt, or down on the floor instead of into the urinal bowl. Or maybe as a pee-shy girl she was too embarrassed about the whole situation and worried that Miko or the man inside the toilet cubicle would come and see her. Or maybe she had simply been holding it too long, and now had problems relaxing her pee muscles.
Poor Yukiko tried to relax her muscles and shifted position a bit back and forth in order to find the best and most relaxing position. “How is it going?” she could hear Miko asking from the entrance door. He was watching Yukiko’s efforts through the wash basin mirror, although she was not aware of that. Yukiko did not want to answer. There was some trickle, and some more trickle. Then, she could hear a flushing sound from inside the toilet cubicle. That somehow triggered her flow. There was a gush of urine, and after what had felt like eternity to Yukiko (maybe a minute in reality) her stream started to flow steadily. Most of it seemed to get into the bowl between her thighs, although some of it splashed on the floor or got into her pulled-down underpants.
Just then, the door to the toilet cubicle opened and a man came out. He looked with surprise on the pretty teenage girl in front of him who was actually standing across one of the urinals and peeing. Yukiko, in shock, tried to stop the flow through her pee hole by squeezing her muscles around it to the maximum, while she pulled up her underpants with one hand and held down her skirt with the other. She was still standing across the urinal. But once it had started, it was now impossible for her to stop and control her flow. In spite of all her efforts in squeezing her muscles, there was a gush of urine in her underpants, and yet another gush, and then the floodgates opened again, but this time into her underpants, and in front of both the toilet man and Miko, who had been coming in as the toilet man came out, and as she saw Yukiko pulling up her underwear, thinking that she was done.
Both Miko and the toilet man could not help staring at her, as her pee soaked her underpants completely, before either gushing down on the floor between her feet or into the urinal bowl. This was Yukiko’s most humiliating moment ever, and the most embarrassing way to end her first date with a boy in her class she could ever have imagined!

I love a lot but my favorites are peeing panties, urinating from behind (where you see the woman's butt in most of the shots) and pissing in urinals. Don't even need clothing, naked peeing is very sexy too.

I get the feeling Novem would have some issues peeing on demand, so I would love to see how she handles that.

Great story, and very interesting topic!
As a woman who likes to pee standing up, street urinals seem interesting because I feel like a lot of cis men don't realize women can pee standing (and some prefer it) and I would make it my mission to pee in every urinal lol. At the same time, street cubicals that lock might be safer for all/more inclusive than urinals so I can see both sides.
Thank you for this story!

What about Dami and Novem celebrating their ability to pee standing by having a peeing contest for distance, but both peeing through the fly

What about Dami and Novem celebrating their ability to pee standing by having a peeing contest for distance, but both peeing through the fly

What about Dami and Novem celebrating their ability to pee standing by having a peeing contest for distance, but both peeing through the fly

What about Dami and Novem celebrating their ability to pee standing by having a peeing contest for distance, but both peeing through the fly

Congratulations on your transition!

Can you do some of some skinny blondes exploding into a men's style urinal (like at a concert, or ballgame) while interested guys watch?

For peeing (not wetting) I nominate:

https://www.wikihow.com/Pee-Standing-up-Without-a-Device

Have you considered trying the urinal without a packer?

https://www.wikihow.com/Pee-Standing-up-Without-a-Device

Written for the Omovember prompt "While Undercover". I hope this one fits, I had a little trouble with this prompt.
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Every so often, the senior class would have to speak at an assembly for the younger grades in the auditorium. They mostly just each had to read off something generic about school spirit and the policies that needed to be followed. The seniors hated trying to instill excitement about a football team that hadn’t won a game in three years, or trying to explain how ‘important’ it was that nobody dye their hair. The younger grades hated being packed into the auditorium and forced to listen to something they’d already heard hundreds of times before. 
Shelby hated having to be on stage THIS time for two reasons; First, she’d been tasked with reading off something about the incredibly unfair dress code. The one that said guys could basically wear whatever they wanted so long as they didn’t go shirtless, while girls would be suspended for the day if their knees or elbows were visible. It really sucked when it was a hundred degrees outside and she had to wear long pants while all the guys could wear shorts and tank tops. 
Second; as she stood in line for the microphone, Shelby was fighting against an extremely harsh pressure in her middle, along with twinges of nervousness. Even after she finished HER stupid recitation, she’d still have to wait for everyone behind her in line to finish theirs before she could use the toilet. These assemblies could last a while, and her bladder was sure to only ache more and more. 
By the time she was next in line, she was already crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs. At first, she was grateful that her turn was coming up, thinking that she may be able to sneak out of the auditorium and use the restroom somehow, but then she felt her urethra flare rather painfully. Squeezing her eyes shut, she released a mix between a harsh groan and a strained gasp, tensing her legs more and more. She quickly came to the pretty frightening realization that there was, indeed, some chance of her soaking her pants while she stood at the microphone. 
Trying not to let that terror get the better of her, she took several steadying breaths before forcing herself to take her spot at the front of the line. 
And then, she read the paper she’d been given. ‘God…’ she thought as the words left her mouth. ‘Who wrote this crap?’ “Ladies,” she began. “Modesty is important.” She fought hard not to sigh. ’The Hell is immodest about wearing shorts during the Summer in god damned Florida? It’s not like anybody comes to school in a swimsuit…’ It was even harder for her to read the page when she was fighting against a bladder that was consistently begging for relief. Crossing her legs so tight they felt numb barely helped anymore, and being forced to say things that she so vehemently disagreed with made it worse. 
“‘When you come to school in provocative clothing, such as shorts or T-shirts, you are distracting your male classmates from their learning environment,’” she rattled off, unsure what could be so hot about a kneecap or an ankle. More panic bubbled within her as she felt her bladder spasm hard, her pee-hole twitching as her holding muscles strained to hold everything back. The harsh thudding against her sphincters made Shelby move her hips from side to side as if she were dancing, squeezing her thighs tautly together. She rushed through the rest of her paper, then hurriedly joined the other members of her class that had already had their turns. 
With some dismay, she counted the ones that still hadn’t gone, trying to gauge how much longer she’d have to stand here and hold it. She felt more sharp pokes and prods against her urethra, and she rocked from side to side, fighting to calm them down. They just kept coming though, wave after wave of horrific need. 
Her brother joined her next. “Shelby…” he whispered with concern. watching her jogging in place. “Are you alright?” 
“Dying for a piss,” Shelby answered, her voice strained and hoarse. “And, if I ever have to read that sexist shit out loud again, I’m gonna egg the principal’s house.” 
“Don’t do that again,” Emmett said. “Last time, Dad yelled at ME too for not stopping you. I was like, ‘she didn’t even say she was gonna—‘“ 
“Shhh,” Shelby hushed, noticing one of the teachers at the front of the audience was looking at them. Emmett was so bad at breaking rules, he didn’t even know to keep an eye on who was watching before talking out of turn. 
And NOW that teacher was apparently going to KEEP watching them, so Shelby’s chances of sneaking out for a pee were obliterated to nothing. As more time wore on, each second weighing heavily inside her bladder, she was overcome with the urge to reach down and cup her crotch, giving her very tired holding muscles a little assistance. She was embarrassed enough doing her little, fidgety dance up on stage though. There was still at least SOME chance that, even if someone noticed how much she was moving, they hadn’t figured out she was bursting for the toilet— It would be obvious if she started holding onto her crotch. 
Her hands kept inching in that direction though. Twice, she caught them creeping a little too close for comfort and she’d have to force them back to her sides, clenching them into fists. She knew if she DID grab herself, she wouldn’t be able to let go. 
At last, the final person had spoken, and the principal stood at the microphone to reiterate all the rules again, and then it was over. Everyone was dismissed. Finally… 
Shelby shoved her way backstage, rushing towards the exit door. Out in the halls, she rushed as quickly as she could, fully aware that she could end up getting BEATEN to all of the toilets in the school and being forced to wait in line. Her bladder could NOT handle a line, she had to get there FIRST, so she had to RUN no matter how much it made the pee within her try to come out! 
Immediately after having that thought, the pressure against her aching opening grew even worse, forcing her to stop completely. “Oh no,” Shelby whimpered softly. “No, no, no, no…” 
While she fought to regain control over the horrific spasm sweeping through her, she overheard the distinct voices of two girls she knew all too well. They were getting closer a lot faster than Shelby was okay with, and she started panicking even more when she felt a warm squirt of urine spurt its way into her clothes. Now, once those girls turned the corner, they were going to see Shelby practically pissing herself— 
No. Unacceptable. No way in Hell. She clenched her thighs as tight as possible, shoved her hands between her legs at last, and forced herself to start running again even faster than before. She managed to dart around another corner mere seconds before those two girls would have been able to see her. 
‘Okay, dodged them,’ Shelby thought. No longer being able to hear them brought Shelby a lot of relief— Just not the sort of relief she DESPERATELY needed right now. 
After turning a few more corners and making her way down a couple more hallways, she was finally inches away from a women’s room. She shoved the door aside and darted into a stall. Finally… As fast as she could, and while stomping her feet against the tiled floor with needy urgency, she shoved her pants down and took a seat on the toilet. 
Truth be told, she’d been WANTING to stand up, the extra time it took to pull down her pants had allowed three more dribbles of urine to dot her underwear and could have been avoided if she’d stood— But, she’d NEVER stood to go at school, if someone she knew saw her do it… If the girls she’d nearly run into in the halls saw her… 
Besides, she’d been standing up for a while in the auditorium, and her legs had gotten sore from the continued tension flaring all through her body. It felt pretty good to get off her feet. But that was NOTHING compared to what she was about to feel. She let out a long sigh as she was at last able to let go of her bladder… Or so she thought. 
After just a drop or two had managed to plink into the water below her, Shelby’s eardrums were assailed by a heavy banging noise, followed by footsteps, and voices… Voices Shelby knew too well. 
Immediately upon recognizing them, Shelby instinctively clenched her opening again and crossed her legs, but not without another trickle of pee forcing itself out of her. Her lungs tightened— What if they’d heard? She tucked her hands against her bare crotch, and it took all she had not to whimper aloud, practically doubling over with the pain of having to resume holding again when she’d been so sure it was time to go… 
“God, I hate those fucking assemblies,” a smug voice declared— Samantha Blaire; A girl whom, years ago, had decided she just hated Shelby’s guts and wanted to make sure she knew it. Shelby didn’t even really know WHY. 
“Yeah,” another voice— Jessica Travis, Samantha’s best friend. 
“Like, do they really think the other grades are gonna follow the rules better just because WE read off the stupid cue cards?” Samantha asked. 
“I guess they figure if they hear something they think is ‘cool’ say it…” Jessica said. 
Shelby watched beneath the gap in her stall door, noticing Jessica tapping a foot, then rubbing that foot against the opposite ankle before crossing them for a second. 
“And did you notice what Shelby was doing?” Samantha asked. 
“Huh?”
“Shaking her ass while she read that crap about the dress code,” Samantha stated. 
Shelby’s face flushed scarlet. Was THAT how it looked? She’d just been trying not to piss her pants… 
“I didn’t really notice,” Jessica said. “Why? You think she was trying to get some dude to look at her?” 
“Some dudeS,” Samantha emphasized. “You know she’s a slut, right?” 
Every word from Samantha’s mouth was like a knife to Shelby’s chest, and made her even more determined to hold her bladder at bay. She wasn’t going to let Samantha catch her in here. It was bad enough overhearing Samantha say those things, Shelby didn’t want them thrown directly in her face. She had to hold it… Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. 
Holding it in while sitting on a toilet with her pants down was the hardest god damned thing in the world, though. The porcelain beneath her thighs, the fabric bunched up around her legs, the sight of the locked stall door right in front of her… So many things telling her body that it was time to release… 
Her mind whirled as she wriggled painfully against the toilet seat, hands still clasping her opening for dear life. Was there some way she could pee silently? She tended to have really forceful, hissy streams— Especially when she was this desperate! Could she maybe control the flow, let it out super super slowly so it wasn’t audible? 
No, if she relaxed at all, it was all gonna pour out. No way could she just pee a drop at a time. She didn’t think ANYONE could do that. 
Could she hold wads of toilet paper against her crotch and let her bladder out into it? Would that be silent? 
She didn’t think so… And she couldn’t take the risk. 
Maybe if she sat really far forward so that her pee wouldn’t land into the water inside the bowl? 
Well, no. That wouldn’t be ‘silent’ either. When she stood, she sometimes aimed away from the water and it still made SOME noise. Shelby needed to be totally silent! 
Which meant there was NO way for her to piss. 
Ohhh, how long were they gonna be in here for?! 
“Ironic they had HER read the stuff about the dress code,” Samantha was saying. “And then she goes and dances like she’s at a strip club.” 

“I— I don’t know,” Jessica said. “I didn’t even notice she was dancing at ALL…” she trailed off. “We’re gonna be late for class,” she complained. “And I still need to actually USE the bathroom, remember?” 
“Oh, alright,” Samantha said. “I’d better go, too.” 
Shelby heard two more stalls getting shut and locked, then the muffled noise of clothing being moved. She tensed every muscle she had as she braced against what came next. 
A second later, the sound of urine spraying into toilet bowls echoed throughout the room. 
“Ahhhhhhhhhh….” Jessica sighed. 
“Mmmmm….” Samantha responded. “God, this feels SO much better… I don’t think I realized how bad I had to go.” 
“Told you,” Jessica said. “Those stupid assemblies are always crazy-long. I’m surprised I was the only one totally bursting by the end of it.” 
The two girls kept peeing, the hiss of their streams making Shelby’s situation worse and worse as her bladder pleaded to be allowed to join them. The noises were like sirens, trying to draw out everything Shelby was fighting her hardest to hold back. She squirmed roughly on her seat, crossing her legs as tight as she could handle. The hands clamped against her opening were getting wet with sweat— Oh, please, let it just be sweat… 
“You know what I’ve heard?” Samantha asked, and Shelby heard her pulling her pants back up before flushing the toilet. 
Jessica, still releasing a torrent that was making Shelby shudder, asked; “What?” 
“I’ve heard Shelby pisses like a boy.” 
“Huh?” Jessica laughed. “What do you mean?” 
An intense amount of shame filled Shelby’s chest. How— How did Samantha find out? Who told? Emmett wouldn’t do that, neither would Nova or Eric, and the only other person who knew was her Dad and why the Hell would HE tell anybody about it? So then HOW? 
“I mean she pisses like a boy,” Samantha repeated, banging her stall door open. “Standing up.” 
“That’s not possible,” Jessica said. “She’s a girl.” 
“Oh, but she DOES,” Samantha said. “One of my sisters was at the movie theater a while ago, she says she saw it while she was waiting in line for a stall. Shelby ran in there like she was about to pee her pants and then she used the toilet while standing up.” 
Shelby felt all the air leave her lungs. It was her own fault Samantha knew. It was her own fault for standing to pee in a public restroom where someone would notice. 
“So,” Samantha continued. “Shelby must have something she’s not telling anyone about.” 
“Nuh-uh,” Jessica said. “I saw her at the pool once in a swimsuit.” 
“Fair enough,” Samantha replied. “Then, I guess this just happens when someone doesn’t have a mom around to teach them how to be a girl.” 
Shelby felt like she was being kicked in the face with those words, the tears threatening to gush from her eyes like the urine from her bladder. She didn’t know which was more unbearable, the emotional pain of Samantha’s words, or the physical pain of holding back her pee. She couldn’t let herself cry. Couldn’t let herself pee… Couldn’t let Samantha notice and find out how deep she’d managed to cut… 
“Jesus,” Samantha said. “Aren’t you done yet?” 
“I really needed to go,” Jessica said. 
“Well, I’ll save you a seat in the next class,” Samantha said, washing her hands and leaving. 
Shelby kept listening to Jessica pee, rocking silently back and forth on the toilet. After five more agonizing seconds, she heard some toilet paper being ripped, clothes being rearranged and another flush. Shelby jumped at the loud bang of the stall door, hearing Jessica leave the restroom so fast that she didn’t wash her hands— Shelby supposed she was going to have to tell Emmett not to touch anything she’d touched. 
Shaking, Shelby started to inch her hands away from her crotch, worried that Samantha or Jessica would come back in at any second. Once she was convinced they weren’t returning, she removed her hands with a heavy sigh. She finally let her holding muscles ease as she leaned back, entering a state of blissful relief. 
“Ahhhhhhhhhh….” Shelby moaned, piss jetting out of her and splashing loudly and violently into the bowl. The sensation of her bladder draining after all this time made her back arch and spine shudder. She was twitching and trembling. The feelings of release were so extreme it was almost like a full body massage working out all the tension that had accumulated in her body today. Her eyelids fluttered gently shut, and she could actually FEEL the way her bladder was shrinking. 
After over a minute, her bladder was spent, finally dry and empty. Shelby was still shaking as she continued sitting on the toilet, trying to relax and readjust to a world in which she wasn’t struggling to hold a barrel of pee.
She got up onto her weak, jelly-like legs and flushed the toilet before pulling up her pants and zipping them. “Ahhh…” she sighed once more. That was better… 
She washed her hands off, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, all of Samantha’s words rushed back to her mind and all the euphoria of her relief fled from it. 
Was she just… Bad at being a girl? Was she bad at it because her Mom wasn’t around? Shelby didn’t even know there was a right and wrong way to be a girl, it was supposed to be one of those things a person just WAS, right? 
When her Mom was alive, she’d never told Shelby any specific things she was supposed to do or NOT do because she was a girl. Mom hadn’t tried to steer her away from things people said were more for boys, or towards things people said were more for girls. And she hadn’t done the reverse for Emmett. Neither of their parents had. They saw that Shelby liked video games and computers and that Emmett liked reading and taking care of animals, and they’d never said anything was wrong with that. Mom didn’t make Shelby bake cookies, Dad didn’t make Emmett play sports. 
Shelby found herself wondering more about Samantha. Did Samantha’s Mom make her do certain things a certain way because she was a girl? Was that why she’d said that? Shelby was surprised, but she actually felt bad for her bully if that was the case.

Arctic women writing their names in the snow?

I agree!  She should learn the art of holding her labia open. 

Hehehe! That's a fun story. I liked that.
 
Maybe your wife should practice the art of urinal-use!!! 
Just in case you know?
 
 I'm exited to hear about other wettings! Is she also into omorashi? Or is it just a you thing?

So time ago when ideas were running slow I decided to check my old request thread (the one below)
to do some requests that I didn't want to do because of not wanting to spend the time now that I was doing less detailed ones... and just now I realized I forgot to post the results
A girl using a urinal standing, bibibibi (for some reason with that simple idea I thought of this entire sequence)

Soleil from Fire Emblem wetting, DsGSilver

Rem from Re-Zero desperate while trying to follow Subaru around, WinterWettings

Omo art of nagatoro, Goeategg

Linda Belcher, Lois Griffin, Francine Smith, Donna Tubbs, Peggy Hill and Marge Simpson desperately waiting in line to use the bathroom, Wildagram

Anthro female Yellow Pikmin peeing with bladder bulge, Geniefan

Arctic women writing their names in the snow?

Another great chapter!