When I was a high school senior, I had a bladder infection. I struggled with all I had down there to make it from the beginning of each class to the end without peeing in my panties. Then I would rush to the bathroom usually holding my pee hole and barely making it before repeating the whole process during the next class. I didn't mention it to my mom or dad until after the accident. It didn't happen at school, but as I was on the way home. I was walking with a friend of mine, and he mentioned that he had to stop at the local drug store and pick up a prescription for his mom. I went in with him, and was looking at magazines while he went back to the prescription window. As I stood there the urge to pee hit me with a full all out assault like I had NEVER felt from down there before. I quickly pushed my finger into myself and did the hardest leg lock I could but I totally soaked myself to the point where it ran down my legs, wetting my socks and shoes, as well as leaving a puddle on the floor. I quickly left and walked home on my own. Since I was wearing faded blue jeans it was very obvious that I'd peed my pants. I had several kids tease me on the two block walk and a lot of people stared at me as well. When I got home my mom saw me and ask me why I'd peed in my pants so I told her about all the near misses at school so she got me an appointment with our family doctor the next day. I found out that I had a bladder infection and he gave me anti-biotics. I missed the next day of school (Friday)and was somewhat better to return to school on Monday. I still had to pee more frequently than usual for several more days but it wasn't nearly as bad as before. My friend asked me what had happened and I told him I'd felt sick that day. That accident, although embarrassing, was kind of a turn on for me and I kinda wanted to tell him the truth but was too ashamed. Think I should tell him the truth one day?