Since I don't have keys, my coworker is meant to meet me when I go to work on the bus so that I can open the business. I'm pressing my legs together to try and keep my super-skinny jeans dry, but I can feel my bladder jiggling. It's very descriptive and has an exciting pacing because it's narrated by my inner thoughts and what I'm thinking! My coworker isn't at the store when I get there! I've already snorted in my underwear. I text you, saying you'll be there shortly (you saw me stumbling to the door and are lurking nearby, so they can see me even more desperate). I'm making every effort not to get my jeans wet. You choose to approach me from behind and TICKLE me, which freaks me out to the point where I completely lose control of my bladder and urinate in front of you! I go into great depth about the scene and how it feels. Pee has streaked down both of my legs and inside my white Keds. My crotch and the seam of my tight jeans are damp and uncomfortable.