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Written for the Omovember prompt "Trying To Get Out Of A Complicated Outfit".

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Lana had really believed that she’d picked the perfect outfit for her very first art show. She wasn’t the only artist on display, as several of her classmates had contributed as well, so Lana wanted to make sure she stood out. She spent ages deciding what to wear, until she was certain she’d found the best ensemble possible.

It seemed that way at first, she was getting tons of compliments on it, and Martha loved it. The colorful palm-leaf pattern on her jumpsuit matched the beach-themed paintings on display almost perfectly, tying the theme together. The light grey belt tied around her waist kept the outfit from being too overly bright. And, the long sleeves prevented her from getting too cold in the well air conditioned museum.

She went around speaking to people for a while, having an easier time talking to strangers than she usually would. Lana was proud to say which of the paintings were hers. Since her outfit matched her paintings, it was pretty easy for folks to guess which she’d made, though. She answered questions, explaining different methods used to achieve the lighting effects in each of the images, and how she was able to subtly differentiate the sky from the ocean water with very slight strokes.

It wasn’t until a couple hours had passed that Lana realized her choice of outfit might not have been that great after all. Speaking to people had dried out her throat, and looking at the bodies of water she’d painted had only made her thirstier, so she’d had to make several trips to the water fountain, drinking away until the scratchiness in her esophagus had abated.

Eventually, all that water started asking to come back out. And, while Lana tried to ignore its request for as long as possible, it only took a few more conversations for her bladder to begin making its demand in a far less polite manner. The nudging tingles around her waistline turned into more insistent jabs at her opening. She really needed to make an excuse to go ‘freshen up.’

Of course, her bladder didn’t decide to start REALLY throbbing until she was with Martha, though. Lana had really been trying to get herself more comfortable with discussing this topic with her girlfriend. But, it wasn’t getting any easier. Even after that day in the mall restroom, when she’d finally been able to empty out while Martha listened to music to cover up the noise, Lana still felt too awkward.

Honestly, the fact that Martha now knew that she was so embarrassed about this seemed to make it even harder. Lana could just imagine her thinking ‘Well, if Lana’s actually worked up the nerve to TELL me, she must REALLY need to go!’ and her face heated.

That day at the mall had been the last time Lana had successfully peed around Martha. It wasn’t even for lack of trying, either. Whenever they were out and Martha went to pee, Lana would tag along, assuming it would be easier since SHE hadn’t been the one to bring it up. But, then once she got into a stall and sat down, nothing would happen— Even if her bladder had been aching! She’d just be sitting there, listening to Martha pee so easily in the other stall, while her own stream failed to materialize.

Then, Martha would finish, tell Lana she’d wait for her outside, and once the door was closed behind her, Lana would unclench and let go. The most troubling thing about that was how it didn’t matter if there were OTHER women in the room with her at that point. Even if she could hear a girl talking on her phone, or a couple of them chatting at the mirror, Lana would be able to pee so long as Martha, specifically, was not in the room with her.

Lana knew how sensitive Martha was to rejection— Perceived or genuine— and that this likely bothered her— She KNEW that it bothered her. Martha wanted to be able to live together someday, how could Lana share an apartment with someone if she couldn’t pee around them? Lana was picturing herself having to hold it in every single day until Martha went to sleep if she never managed to get over this. And that wouldn’t even be physically possible.

She couldn’t even tell Martha when she had to go without getting flustered and embarrassed, the idea of someday being capable of just letting it flow with her right there seemed like a pipe dream.

For a while, Lana tried to just hold it until the end of the show, wandering the area with Martha, talking to anyone who approached her, and pretending like nothing was bothering her. She tried to fantasize about being a world-famous artist someday, and her paintings being sold for thousands upon thousands of dollars, rather than just a hundred a piece like they were going for tonight.

When her daydreams about fame and fortune started being replaced by ones about twisting the lock to a bathroom stall and feeling cool porcelain beneath her, Lana accepted that holding it until the end of the show was going to be a lot harder than she’d hoped. When she and Martha walked by a water fountain, and Lana’s knees almost buckled at the sound of someone drinking from it, she realized she was running out of time. This was going to become an emergency if she didn’t handle it.

“Ummm…” Lana bit her lip as she turned to her girlfriend. The person at the water fountain was still slurping away, the rush of liquid coiling around her bladder like a snake, squeezing it sharply. She tensed her thighs.

“Yeah?” Martha asked. “Are you getting kinda tired of talking to people?”

Lana struggled to form words for a second, then just told Martha that she had to check on something for a minute. She hoped that was an alright excuse. Martha probably expected her to be busy tonight, after all— Though, apart from chatting with people, there hadn’t actually been THAT many things Lana needed to do.

There was really only ONE thing she had to do now, and she had to do it VERY soon. Once she’d broken away from Martha and entered the main hallway of the museum, she eagerly scanned it for a sign that could direct her to the nearest women’s room. Her thighs strained a bit more roughly now. Out of Martha’s sight, Lana felt more free to squirm and wriggle. Her knees crossed over each other, her feet bounced. When she started walking again, she felt hot stabs jabbing against her opening with each step.

How much water had she had to drink tonight, anyway? It felt like she had gallons stuck inside her tank. At last, she saw the door she needed and pushed her way inside. The muscles clamping her urethra closed started to loosen at the sight of the long row of stalls. She had to squeeze her legs together one more time before she was able to walk into one. She released a thankful sigh as she locked the door and turned around to face the toilet.

She reached up to pull down her—

Oh… Right… She had on a jumpsuit. She groaned, bladder heavy with the knowledge that it’s relief was going to be delayed an extra few minutes. This wasn’t as simple as pulling down her pants and taking a much-needed seat. She had to take off the belt, then undo all the buttons that were running up her back. Only THEN would she be free to relieve herself.

She cringed, shifting between her feet as she untied the belt. She should have THOUGHT of this before choosing her outfit— She DEFINITELY should have thought of this before deciding to wait so long to pee. If she only needed the toilet a little bit, then this wouldn’t be such a problem. Her palms wouldn’t be sweating, her fingers wouldn’t be trembling, and she WOULDN’T be having such a hard time untying the knot on her belt.

But, she needed the toilet BAD, and being in a bathroom stall was making it worse. The toilet was right there, right behind her. The seat looked so comfortable, too! Her sphincters were trembling, feet dancing against the floor and knees pinching closer together. She felt like another gallon of liquid had been deposited into her bladder since she’d first set foot in this room, furiously thrashing around and begging for release.

At last, the belt came apart and she unwrapped it from her waist. Lana breathed a satisfied sigh. Some of the pressure was dissipating, her bladder felt less restrained, less confined. She hadn’t realized how much the belt had been compressing it until she’d gotten rid of it. She tucked it into her pocket and moved her hands up behind her neck, feeling for the first button.

It took her a second to grab onto it correctly, and she struggled even more to actually get it apart. She tried to remember how many buttons there were, how many she’d have to open before she’d be capable of peeing. She couldn’t recall. Martha had helped her put this thing on earlier, and Lana hadn’t paid enough attention to the number of buttons. She was regretting that now.

She was regretting a lot of things now. She may have managed the first button, but her arms refused to bend in any direction that let her work the next one. She kept trying, and her shoulders started to burn and cramp almost as much as her bladder was.

Ohhh, she’d been such an idiot! If she needed help getting this outfit ON, then OF COURSE she should have realized that she’d need help taking it OFF, too! She just hadn’t been THINKING about taking it off! She hadn’t considered that she might desperately need to remove it before the show was over! She must have left her brain at home or something. First, she stupidly decided to wear something that buttoned up the back. THEN she’d drank water all evening without ONCE considering where it would all go. And, THEN, when she started needing to pee, she chose to IGNORE that until it started getting urgent.

All those awful decisions had piled up, and now here Lana was, her bladder full enough that she couldn’t help but jiggle up and down, a toilet right there in front of her, and no way to pull her clothes down enough to actually USE it. The sight of it was too much right now, and she spun to face the door instead.

What was she supposed to do now? As she continued trying to grasp hold of the next button, her body kept acting on instinct. Her knees kept bending, trying to lower her onto the seat of the toilet. She had to keep forcing herself to stand up straight, certain that if she sat down, she’d pee through her clothes. She wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.

Before long, she was alternating between fighting with the buttons, and pushing her hands up against herself. There was a slight clammy feeling between her thighs. She couldn’t tell if it was sweat, but she hoped it was. Her bladder was burning like crazy, her opening scorching hot against the pressure, but she didn’t think she’d felt anything slip out yet.

Lana kept it up for a few more minutes, not wanting to accept that she was stuck. She had to use the toilet so much! She didn’t want to walk away from this one without emptying her bladder first! But, it was becoming increasingly clear that she wouldn’t be able to pee any time soon. She’d been in here long enough, Martha was probably wondering where she’d gone.

Martha…

Oh no, she was gonna have to go back to her like this! She was gonna have to return to her girlfriend, and pretend that her bladder wasn’t so full that she could feel its seams coming undone! How was she supposed to do that?!

Lana took a moment to try and compose herself. She thought about re-doing the one button she’d managed to take apart, but decided against it. No one would notice. She didn’t even CONSIDER putting the belt back on, she didn’t need anything strangling her bladder. She cupped both of her hands against herself and dug them in tightly, savoring the small bit of relief this granted to her. She crossed her legs as well for good measure, not daring to turn back around to look at the toilet.

Waves were colliding inside her bladder, and she was all too aware of how ridiculous this situation was. She was doing a full-blown pee dance right beside a toilet, squirming and bouncing for all she was worth while locked inside a restroom stall. If she just hadn’t been such a moron, if she’d picked ANY other outfit to wear, she would have unleashed a satisfying spray ages ago.

She knew that being here, in this room, was making her desperation worse. She knew that the sights of the restroom, the locked door in front of her, the toilet paper dispenser beside her, the pale tiled floor, were all compounding her emergency. She knew it would be easier to hold it if she was somewhere else, but she was reluctant to give up the privacy offered to her by the stall. The way it allowed her to writhe and clutch at herself was much appreciated. She’d been pinning her fingers against her opening as tight as they’d go for a while now, and the thought of releasing the hold was terrifying. She imagined her pee gushing down her legs the instant she stopped holding her crotch.

Lana REALLY didn’t want to go back to Martha this way. How long would she be able to refrain from dancing around? It would be obvious that she was bursting, and Martha would see…

Lana whimpered softly to herself, then squeaked and went silent when she heard the main door to the room opening, followed by some voices. “Finally,” one of them said. “You’d think they’d have more signs telling you where the bathroom is…”

“I know,” another said. “Guess they think the signs would distract from the paintings…”

“Thank God there are enough stalls,” a final voice said.

Lana listened as three stall doors were shut. One of the girls seemed to be in a serious rush, because not even a full second later, Lana heard her begin to pee. She must have been very desperate indeed, because her release came out strong and fast, punctuated by a breathless moan.

Lana cringed and folded over on herself, hands wedging even more firmly. She felt more dampness between her legs, and this time she KNEW it was from a leak.

When the other two girls began peeing a second later, Lana couldn’t take it anymore. It was one thing to have to just stand there and LOOK at a toilet while bursting to go, it was quite another to be subjected to the sound of three people relieving their full bladders when she had no choice but to keep waiting.

She burst out of the stall and hobbled out of the room as quickly as she could. To her dismay, she couldn’t do it that fast, and her ears continued to be assaulted by the hissing gushes. Another bit of liquid trickled warmly into her panties as one of the girls sighed “I feel so much better…”

Lana shoved open the door and returned to the hallway. Her eyes darted around it, even though she had NO idea what she was looking for. This hall held nothing but old sculptures. Perhaps she could find one with a real sword, which she could use to slice this stupid jumpsuit off? Then, maybe another that was wearing actual clothing that happened to be just her size? Of course, no such sculptures existed, none of them had weapons, and of the ones wearing clothes, their outfits were made out of the same marble as the rest of them.

Lana had watched a movie a long time ago about a museum where the sculptures came to life after dark. The movie never addressed what would happen if one of them needed to pee and couldn’t take off the clothes carved into them.

Okay, maybe she had to pee so bad that she was starting to go crazy… She just had to find Martha, suffer through the rest of this show, and head home for the night. She’d have to SOMEHOW make it all the way there without having an accident. Then, she and Martha would have to go to her room, Martha would have to unbutton her, and Lana would have to keep a straight face and act like she wasn’t in any hurry for that to happen.

Or worse. If Martha didn’t have the time before she needed to get back to her OWN apartment, Lana would have to ask either her Dad or her Grandpa to help her out of the jumpsuit before she made a huge puddle in their hallway.

Basically, there was no way for this evening to end WITHOUT Lana being humiliated in some way. And the most likely outcome was that she wet herself before the show even ended!

She limped down the hall, her feet dragging since taking ACTUAL steps was now too painful to even contemplate. Before she got back to the correct gallery, she saw Martha. Martha was looking a little worse for wear, eyes wide, brow sweaty, obviously in a hurry. 

Had she been looking for her all this time?

“Martha!” Lana called, as loudly as she could around the boulder of her bladder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, I was—“

Martha rushed over to her, “Lana, PLEASE tell me you know where I can find a bathroom?” She asked. “I’ve never been to this museum! You have though, right?!”

Oh…

Lana looked more closely at Martha’s outfit now. Of course, she’d checked it out earlier already, but now instead of appreciating the way Martha’s jeans hugged her hips, she tried not to seethe with jealousy over how easily Martha would be able to pull them down.

Speaking of Martha’s hips, though, they were wriggling. Now that Martha was standing still in front of her, Lana could see the frantic tremors in her legs, and the way they were pushing together.

No sense in BOTH of them being miserable… Lana led Martha back the way she’d come, almost grasping her crotch again when she saw the sign on the bathroom door. Her body didn’t seem to WANT to understand that, even if she was near a toilet, she wouldn’t be able to use one for several more hours.

“Thank you,” Martha said. “Wait right here, okay?” She rushed inside.

Lana stood next to the door and resumed the pee-dance she’d been performing in the stall earlier. She tucked her hands under her armpits to keep them from moving between her legs, but she did everything else just as before. She stomped her feet, she swayed from side to side, she crossed her legs, she doubled over. She did everything to broadcast that she was dying to pee, save for the most obvious action of openly holding herself.

A woman stopped beside her, “Are you in line?” She asked, frowning.

Lana shook her head miserably. She wished that was the only problem. She WISHED that she was merely stuck in line for a toilet, and THAT was the only reason she was still holding it.

The woman stared at her for a moment, but then went through the door. As she entered, Martha stepped out, and Lana didn’t have enough time to react, to straighten herself back out again.

“Lana…?” Martha asked. “Are you okay?”

Lana shook her head, “I’m— I need to leave early, I think,” she said.

“What’s wrong?” Martha asked. “Did you not wanna go because I was in the—“ 

“No!” Lana cut her off sharply. The last thing she wanted was for Martha to think this was her fault. “It’s nothing to do with you, it’s me— I’m the idiot!”

“What?”

“I decided to wear this ridiculous jumpsuit, I didn’t even think about how I’d get it back off, and now I’m gonna—“

“You just can’t get your clothes down?” Martha asked. “That’s not so bad.”

Not so bad?! Lana was gonna have an accident! Of course it was bad!

“Just let me help,” Martha said. “I helped you get it on, right?”

“But—“ Lana’s skin felt so warm, but her insides all felt cold. She had definitely fantasized about Martha undressing her, but not with the sole intent of helping her relieve herself!

“I’ll just help you with your clothes, once that’s done I’ll leave— This won’t be any worse than when we were costume shopping, right?”

“I guess not…” Lana agreed. “But, that time we weren’t IN the bathroom.”

“Not much we can do about that, there isn’t anywhere else private,” Martha pointed out. “Come on, it’ll be fine.”

Lana nodded and let Martha lead her into the restroom, then to the larger, accessible stall at the end of the row. Lana whimpered involuntarily at the sight of the toilet, and turned away from it. Next thing she knew, she was grabbing herself again. “Mmmmf…” she moaned, miserable with embarrassment.

Martha didn’t comment on where Lana’s hands had gone, simply set about undoing the buttons on her outfit. “It’s alright,” she repeated. “I’ll do it fast.”

Lana was starting to leak again— She was beginning to have an accident right in front of Martha! This could NOT be happening! Her voice cracked as words flew from her mouth without permission; “Hurry!”

Martha did, frantically unfastening each button, once she’d gotten the final one apart, she said, “There! Now, you can go!”

Lana’s body acted on instinct again. Her hands flew up to begin pushing the suit down off of herself, and she collapsed onto the toilet behind her, a furious spray striking the bowl instantly. For the first couple seconds, all she could register was the mind-numbing relief, the shock that she’d actually sat down in time to avoid all of this gushing down her legs. But, then the full reality of it hit her— She was peeing out a tsunami in front of Martha! That was almost as bad as having an accident!

She covered her face with her hands, shuddering hard. She wasn’t sure if the shaking was from the force of her release— Which she was NOT able to stop, even if her life depended on it— Or from the embarrassment. “I’m sorry!” She cried out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

Martha quickly turned to face the other way. She thought about leaving the stall, but opening the door would probably just upset Lana more. “I—It’s alright!” She said once more. “When you gotta go, you gotta go!”

And, wow did Lana have to go… Martha was shocked that this was happening, poor girl must have been exploding to just… Give up and do it like this. Especially with that ‘Paruresis’ thing Lana sort of had… If her body was LETTING this happen, she must have been right at the verge of an accident.

Or maybe Lana was actually getting more comfortable about this? Either one was possible, but Martha hoped it was the second thing. If this was getting Lana closer to the day where she’d be able to pee around Martha without a second thought, that was a very good thing.

Lana was still covering her face as the last of her pee finally trickled out, she shuddered again, and this time she knew it was from embarrassment. It took her several seconds to manage to stand back up again. Not only was she horribly ashamed of herself, she’d been peeing for so long that her legs were now numb.

She pulled the jumpsuit back up and stuck her arms through the sleeves— Right, she’d just done that with her top exposed too, hadn’t she? This was so embarrassing…

She flushed the toilet and mumbled, “I need help buttoning it up again.”

Martha turned back around and did as she was asked, “Feel better now?”

Lana didn’t respond.

“Come on, you must feel a BIT better, right?”

“I’m sorry…” Lana said instead. “I don’t know why I did that— I just… I—“

“You couldn’t hold it anymore,” Martha filled in for her. “And that’s fine. Everyone has emergencies.”

“But… In front of you…”

“I’ve peed in front of you before,” Martha said. “Remember? And, it’s not like I watched you.”

“You didn’t…? Not even a little?”

“Okay, maybe for the first couple seconds, since I hadn’t realized you were gonna go like that. But, I turned around right away.”

Lana gave an overdue sigh of relief. “You really aren’t disgusted?”

“Because you had to pee really bad after drinking tons of water and getting stuck in your jumpsuit…?” Martha asked. “No, that doesn’t make you disgusting, that makes you a human.”

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