I just graduated from college in May and moved to the city to live with my older sister while I looked for my first real job. The first thing my sis told me when I got here was to make sure that I always used the bathroom before I left the apartment or work --even if I thought that I didn't have to go. It seemed like a stupid rule, especially when I was headed somewhere that I knew for sure had a bathroom. After last week, I really regret not taking her advice.

After two whole months of sending out resumes and making cold calls, I finally got a real job. Since I was sick of waiting tables and stressed out from struggling to come up with my share of the rent, I was just deliriously happy that someone wanted to hire me. They gave me two weeks to give notice at the restaurant before reporting for training, but I actually quit my waitressing job immediately and went on vacation. I guess I overindulged in alcohol and sun everyday because I rarely got out of bed before 1 PM the whole time I was away.

I got back to town on Saturday afternoon and had to start training on Monday. My sister took one look at me and said I looked like a tanned junkie. She put me on a strict detox regime to get the alcohol out of my system. All day Sunday, all I could have was this weird tea. It made me pee. A whole lot. I swear, I spent all day Sunday in the bathroom. And Sunday night, I couldn't sleep more than twenty minutes at a time before having to get up to pee.

The training was hard because I had to pee so badly from the tea. I kept crossing and recrossing my legs to keep my bladder from exploding. I didn't drink anything with my lunch, not even water, but I was still peeing rivers.

At last, it was three o clock and my superviser said that I could go home early because he had a meeting to go to and there was anything I was trained enough to do yet. I decided it was a good idea because I was tired.

I walked to the Metro station and while I was waiting for the train I realized that I really had to go to the bathroom. Now, there are bathrooms in the Metro station, but they are so gross and usually it is hard to get the attendant to open the doors for you.

So I decided to "hold it" until I got home. By the time the train came, I was almost hopping up and down. The pressure was intense and it was all I could think about. Just then, the worst thing happened --the train stopped. We were stuck in the tunnel because another train was having technical difficulties and had to stay at the station ahead of us. My bladder was spasming hard and tears started squeezing out of my eyes.

Just then the train jolted forward and because I was caught off balance, I slammed into the seat. The impat made me lose control of my bladder and I began pissing uncontrollably. The Metro train wasn't crowded at all, just me, a couple old people, and a guy my age with a bicycle. But I was dying of embarassment as everyone turned to see what the liquid noise was. I tried to stop, but there was too much in my bladder.

When I was done, my skirt and the seat were soaked in my yellow pee. Everyone got off at the next stop. The old people looked at me in disgust, but I saw that the guy my age had a hard-on.