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Part One Rosie sprung out of bed one morning with an uncharacteristic eagerness. She pulled off her night shirt, clasped on a padded bra and pulled a tank top on. She got her tightest pair of faded jeans, the ones that showed off her butt the best. She had to hop around to get them over her butt, bending forward to force to clasp closed around her belly. It hugged her tightly, far too tight for comfort, but today she was dressing for looks. She went into the bathroom, where her roommate Faye was doing her makeup. “Oh, nice outfit!” she complimented. Rosie smiled at her. “I have a date,” she said, undoing her pants, pulling them to her knees and sitting down on the toilet. “Oh? Someone I know?” “I don’t think so, I met him at the gym,” she said, her morning pee splattering loudly into the bowl. Faye gave her a weird look. “You talk to guys at the gym?” She shrugged. “He seemed really nice. Showed me something I was doing wrong, and we kinda hit it off!” She wiped and did a couple little hops to get her jeans back up. “Phew!” she muttered when she clasped them. She moved next to Faye in the mirror and mercilessly tamed her curly blond hair. She put on a bit more makeup than usual, then sat down in the living room. She unbuttoned her pants so she could relax. Several hours went by, the time of the date rapidly approaching. “You want some coffee?” Faye called from the kitchen. “I don’t know if I should drink something that’ll make me more nervous,” she laughed, tapping her feet. “Aw, come on! I’m trying a new mix. Just have some water with it. It’ll dilute in your belly.” “Hm. Alright,” she turned around and sat on her knees, facing her friend. “What kind of mix?” “The one… Uhh, this one,” she held up the bag. “I’ll bring it to you.” A couple minutes later, Rosie had a tall, hot coffee in one hand, and a water bottle in the other. “It’s really good,” she said, finishing it pretty quickly. It was only a matter of time before the water bottle was gone, too. About an hour went by before it was time to leave. “Okay,” she said, finally clasping her constrictive jeans, “wish me luck. I’m about to go meet him for drinks.” “Keep me updated!” Faye called as her friend left the apartment. It was only a few block’s walk to the restaurant, dimly lit by the setting sun. On the way there, she felt a slight urge to urinate. Most likely the coffee, but it could also be her nerves. She showed her ID and was seated at a tall table in a dimly lit lounge, handed a menu of cocktails, and was told there’d be live music shortly. After about ten minutes of waiting, sipping a glass of ice water, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Drew!” she greeted. “Rose!” He hugged her. He smelled like aftershave and weed. “How’re you doing? Was the drive alright?” “I actually just walked! I live right up the road, basically.” He sat down and looked around. “So you come here a lot?” “Sometimes. I like the jazz bands. Super chill.” “Super chill indeed. What’re you drinking?” “I was thinking on this,” she pointed to a drink on the menu, “but it’s a lot to drink. Plus, I thought the alcohol content might be a little high…” Drew waved his hand dismissively. “I can drive you home if you need me to. Get whatever you want!” She shrugged. “Alright.” The date went pretty well. They found a shared interest in exotic pets. Rosie ended up having two of those drinks and then some. Then, something on the wall caught her eye. She gasped. “The fireworks show was tonight!? We should have totally went to see that instead!” Drew turned to look. Then he checked his phone. “It’s not too late! Not if we left right now! What do you think?” She turned her eyes to the many empty glasses on her table. “You okay to drive?” “Absolutely! Come on, let’s go!” He tossed down a bunch of cash haphazardly, then grabbed her hand and led her out. It made her heart skip a beat. Something about his devil-may-care demeanor was really drawing her closer, but she really would have liked to hit the ladies room before they left. That slight urge to pee had grown to a definite need, an uncomfortable sensation made worse by her constrictive pants. She figured she could wait until they got there. He had a nice car. It had that new car smell. Although they conversed the whole way there, the many drinks she had made her need to pee rapidly increase. She crossed her legs tightly, tapping her feet and jiggling. “So, have you ever had an exotic pet?” she asked. “No, I just like the idea of it. My cousin had a monkey. Dedicated an entire room for him. The problem is, a lot of those animals need things we can’t give them. It’s kind of inhumane to keep them as pets.” “Yeah, I hear you,” she crossed her legs the other way, pulling her waistband away from her swelling bladder. “How far are we from the pier?” “‘Bout fifteen minutes. The light show starts at seven.” It was 6:30. “We’re barely gonna make it. We gotta walk all the way there…” “We’ll make it,” he reassured. “You wanna listen to some music?” He put the radio on, causing Rosie to retreat inside her head a bit. It definitely wasn’t an emergency, but she had to pee pretty badly. By the time they got there, she was fidgeting around in her seat, rubbing her thighs together when they weren’t crossed. Pulling into a parking spot, she was really antsy. Plus, her pants fit so tightly around her waist that she could tell it was going to leave reddish marks on her skin. It squished her belly, and subsequently her full bladder, intensifying her urge to pee. “Come on, let’s hurry!” Drew said, shutting the car off. “My thoughts exactly,” she gave herself a discreet squeeze as she got out, ready to rush to the potty the moment she could. They walked briskly down to the pier, a pretty romantic moonlit walk, albeit somewhat rushed. As soon as they got there, the first firework went off. “Whoa,” she said as it exploded mid-air. It wasn’t enough to distract her from how badly she had to urinate. She shifted her weight side to side, kicking her feet behind her. Suddenly, Drew pulled her close and she had to stifle her squirming. It wasn’t easy to do. Her urge was growing by the minute.
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