The Bathroom

CINDY AT THE BALL (Our Cinderella story)

(c)2001-10 BTNL2001 Enterprises

It was Friday, and Cindy had sat down in the office canteen,
feeling unhappy, and wondering what to do. She wanted to go to
the charity ball that night, but couldn't because she wasn't a
regular employee. She had got very friendly with that tall and
handsome man Daniel in the accounts section, and wanted to go
with him. The problem was that she works as a cleaner, and the
hours that she worked were different to Danny's. She also had to
put up with her awful boss Mrs James, who was very strict about
cleaning standards in the office.

"Come on Cindy, give that floor a good scrub!" she would say,
making sure that Cindy understood every word. Almost every hour
of her shift, Cindy felt that Mrs James would be staring at her,
demanding that she do her work. Even if she needed to pee, Cindy
was often prevented from doing so.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs James asked.

"Er, I'm just taking a break," Cindy replied.

"Well, don't you think you can just take a toilet break when you
should be working. Do you have a weak bladder?"

Cindy replied truthfully. "Er, no."

"So, you can hold your pee in until you finish your shift!" Mrs
James said.

This happens most days. Cindy would be at work throughout her
shift, which was seven hours a day , six days a week with only a
half-hour break. When she got thirsty, she often drank from the
bottle of water that she always brought to work. Whenever Mrs
James felt that Cindy was slacking, she gave the poor cleaner
more work, which made her even thirstier.

She eventually finished her work, but Mrs James didn't allow her
to go home until every part of her work was checked. That took
approximately 45 minutes.

"Okay, Cindy, now you can go," she said.

Cindy was in such a rush to get out of the office that she forgot
to use the toilet, a decision that she may later live to regret.
She managed to get onto the latest train out of town. When she
sat on a carriage seat, she felt so tired that she yawned and
fell asleep...

"Wake up! Wake Up! Wake Up!" a voice spoke loudly to Cindy. She
opened her eyes, and was startled to see a middle-aged lady
wearing a bright, all-white business suit, and waving a magic
wand.

"Hello, Cindy," she said.

"Who-who are you??" she asked, rubbing her eyes repeatedly. She
was extremely confused, and wondered if she was either awake or
still asleep.

"I'm your Fairy Godmother!" the woman replied.

"My what??" Cindy asked. She looked around to see whether the
other passengers can see the woman too. Unfortunately for her,
most of them were asleep.

"Your fairy Godmother!" the woman replied again. "Look, you fancy
that dishy guy in accounts. Now here's your chance to get closer
to him."

She gave Cindy a large silver bag. The girl looked stunned when
she saw it.

"Go on, try it on!"

Cindy rushed to the nearest train toilet, which was difficult to
change clothes because of the size, and eventually came out and
showed what was a gleaming silver dress with diamond sequins on
the front and a matching tiara to put on her head.

"Now Cindy, you shall go to the ball!" said the Fairy Godmother
proudly, but offered a word of warning.

"In order to get your Prince Charming, you must return home
before midnight, or you will lose everything." After that, she
opened the door to leave the carriage.

Cindy tried to follow her, but when she did so, the middle-aged
woman had disappeared. She looked confused. Here she was with
this big bag and wearing this lovely outfit given to her for free
on a train. Anyway, after she reaching home and spent the next
few hours getting ready, having a shower, doing her hair, and
putting on her make-up. Soon, she put on her silver dress. The
dress, with the sequins had dazzled in the light when she saw her
reflection in the mirror. She later called Daniel to say she was
going to the ball.

"Danny, I'll be with you later," she said.

"Brilliant, it'll be great. I can't wait to be with you," said
Daniel.

"What about the other office girls? They may not like seeing you
going out with me," Cindy said, sounding worried.

"I can handle them," Daniel replied confidently.

Cindy was so busy getting ready for the ball that she had once
again forgotten to use the toilet before she left, and while she
was in the taxi on her way to the ball, she had become bursting
to go.

"I'll just go to the toilet when I get to the ball," she thought.

She approached the place in town where the charity ball was
taking place, and immediately she was almost the centre of
attention as many people already heading inside were looking at
her in her outfit. When she got inside, she met Daniel.

"Hi, Cindy. Wowwww, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Daniel said in
amazement.

"Thank you," Cindy replied. "You don't look so bad yourself."

She politely excused herself to make her way to the toilets.
However, her plans to relieve herself took a turn for the worse
as she saw a couple of long queues of women needing to go as
well, despite it being quite early in the evening. She waited a
few moments, expecting the queues to move quite quickly, however,
it was apparent that the proceeded at a snail's pace. She soon
saw one of the office girls was crying. She looked at the girl's
trousers to see that she had already wet herself! Cindy looked at
the girl's wet trousers as she walked away, but now she had to
think about how she was going to pee.

After about ten fruitless minutes, she returned to Daniel, where
they spoke and danced almost completely all night. They had been
sitting at the bar and had ordered a few drinks. Daniel noticed
that Cindy had crossed her legs and started fidgeting.

"Are you okay, Cindy?" he asked.

"I'm okay, it's no problem, just a bit cold," she replied.

However, an hour later, Cindy was literally bursting to pee. Her
fidgeting got steadily worse and she knew that unless she used
the toilet soon, she would have a terrible accident in front of
her hunky friend. She decided to return to the toilets to see if
the queues had lessened. To her horror, they had got longer. Some
of the women were so desperate they were openly holding
themselves.

Cindy was herself becoming extremely desperate now. She was
fidgeting badly, and only just resisted holding herself. What
gave her some comfort was that she was also looking over the long
queues for the mens' toilets. Apparently, Daniel was told that
three of the five urinals were out of order, and both of the
cubicles were broken, so some of them couldn't do a crap if they
needed to.

Suddenly, she gasped, and only then she grabbed herself tightly
through her dress to prevent some pee leaking out. She then bent
double a few times in a bid to control her bladder muscles.
Daniel, who had been waiting for Cindy, saw her in her current
predicament.

"That queue isn't going any faster anytime soon," he said. "Come
on, we can go outside for a discreet place to pee."

Cindy followed Daniel outside, but now with her hand inbetween
her legs and on the verge of wetting herself. Suddenly she was
jolted by a passer by, which made her start to leak into her
knickers.

"Daniel, I don't think I can hold on any longer!" she said.

"Just hang on until we can find somewhere to go," Daniel replied.

Cindy was at that point trying... and failing... to prevent
squirting small spurts of pee into her knickers. Then she just
couldn't take it any more. She just stopped on the pavement,
looked down her dress and started to pee. She felt the pee soak
her knickers and run down her thighs. Within a few moments she
saw the pee form a small puddle underneath, which managed to run
its way down to a nearby drain. After she finished, she began to
sob a little. Suddenly she heard the chimes of a nearby clock
tower. She looked at her watch, then she heard the clock chimes
... it was midnight. She became shocked and frightened. Without
thinking she rushed to the taxi rank, pushed into the queue for
the taxi, and asked the driver to take her home. Daniel chased
after her.

"Cindy, where are you going? Don't go!" he called out to her.

"Leave me alone!!" Cindy screamed back, and before he could reach
her, the taxi had already been driven off from the rank into the
night. She looked back at him from the window, and spent the rest
the entire ride home sat on her wet dress crying. When she got
home, she took off her wet dress and looked at the soaked area
where she had been holding herself. Throwing it on the floor, she
rushed up to the bathroom to sit down and began crying again.
After a few moments, she had fallen asleep...

"Hello... hello.... wake up," said a voice. Cindy tried to ignore
the call, but she eventually woke up from her slumber, the first
thing that she noticed was the smell... it smelt like wee. She
slowly looked down to her trousers to see that she did actually
wet herself. The crotch area had been soaked, the seat and the
floor around where she sat was wet. She began to feel
embarrassed, then realised that she had never been to the charity
ball with Daniel, but was still back on the train. The driver had
shaken her several times before she woke up. To make things
worse, she had failed to get out at her stop and now had to find
her way home in her wet trousers. It was Friday, and Cindy had
sat down in the office canteen, feeling unhappy, and wondering
what to do. She wanted to go to the charity ball that night, but
couldn't because she wasn't a regular employee. She had got very
friendly with that tall and handsome man Daniel in the accounts
section, and wanted to go with him. The problem was that she
works as a cleaner, and the hours that she worked were different
to Danny's. She also had to put up with her awful boss Mrs James,
who was very strict about cleaning standards in the office.

"Come on Cindy, give that floor a good scrub!" she would say,
making sure that Cindy understood every word. Almost every hour
of her shift, Cindy felt that Mrs James would be staring at her,
demanding that she do her work. Even if she needed to pee, Cindy
was often prevented from doing so.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs James asked.

"Er, I'm just taking a break," Cindy replied.

"Well, don't you think you can just take a toilet break when you
should be working. Do you have a weak bladder?"

Cindy replied truthfully. "Er, no."

"So, you can hold your pee in until you finish your shift!" Mrs
James said.

This happens most days. Cindy would be at work throughout her
shift, which was seven hours a day , six days a week with only a
half-hour break. When she got thirsty, she often drank from the
bottle of water that she always brought to work. Whenever Mrs
James felt that Cindy was slacking, she gave the poor cleaner
more work, which made her even thirstier.

She eventually finished her work, but Mrs James didn't allow her
to go home until every part of her work was checked. That took
approximately 45 minutes.

"Okay, Cindy, now you can go," she said.

Cindy was in such a rush to get out of the office that she forgot
to use the toilet, a decision that she may live to regret. She
managed to get onto the latest train out of town. When she sat on
a carriage seat, she felt so tired that she yawned and fell
asleep...

"Wake up! Wake Up! Wake Up!" a voice spoke loudly to Cindy. She
opened her eyes, and was startled to see a middle-aged lady
wearing a bright, all-white business suit, and waving a magic
wand.

"Hello, Cindy," she said.

"Who-who are you??" she asked, rubbing her eyes repeatedly. She
was extremely confused, and wondered if she was either awake or
still asleep.

"I'm your Fairy Godmother!" the woman replied.

"My what??" Cindy asked. She looked around to see whether the
other passengers can see the woman too. Unfortunately for her,
most of them were asleep.

"Your fairy Godmother!" the woman replied again. "Look, you fancy
that dishy guy in accounts. Now here's your chance to get closer
to him."

She gave Cindy a large silver bag. The girl looked stunned when
she saw it.

"Go on, try it on!"

Cindy rushed to the nearest train toilet, which was difficult to
change clothes because of the size, and eventually came out and
showed what was a gleaming silver dress with diamond sequins on
the front and a matching tiara to put on her head.

"Now Cindy, you shall go to the ball!" said the Fairy Godmother
proudly, but offered a word of warning.

"In order to get your Prince Charming, you must return home
before midnight, or you will lose everything." After that, she
opened the door to leave the carriage.

Cindy tried to follow her, but when she did so, the middle-aged
woman had disappeared. She looked confused. Here she was with
this big bag and wearing this lovely outfit given to her for free
on a train. Anyway, after she reaching home and spent the next
few hours getting ready, having a shower, doing her hair, and
putting on her make-up. Soon, she put on her silver dress. The
dress, with the sequins had dazzled in the light when she saw her
reflection in the mirror. She later called Daniel to say she was
going to the ball.

"Danny, I'll be with you later," she said.

"Brilliant, it'll be great. I can't wait to be with you," said
Daniel.

"What about the other office girls? They may not like seeing you
going out with me," Cindy said, sounding worried.

"I can handle them," Daniel replied confidently.

Cindy was so busy getting ready for the ball that she had once
again forgotten to use the toilet before she left, and while she
was in the taxi on her way to the ball, she had become bursting
to go.

"I'll just go to the toilet when I get to the ball," she thought.

She approached the place in town where the charity ball was
taking place, and immediately she was almost the centre of
attention as many people already heading inside were looking at
her in her outfit. When she got inside, she met Daniel.

"Hi, Cindy. Wowwww, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Daniel said in
amazement.

"Thank you," Cindy replied. "You don't look so bad yourself."

She politely excused herself to make her way to the toilets.
However, her plans to relieve herself took a turn for the worse
as she saw a couple of long queues of women needing to go as
well, despite it being quite early in the evening. She waited a
few moments, expecting the queues to move quite quickly, however,
it was apparent that the proceeded at a snail's pace. She soon
saw one of the office girls was crying. She looked at the girl's
trousers to see that she had already wet herself! Cindy looked at
the girl's wet trousers as she walked away, but now she had to
think about how she was going to pee.

After about ten fruitless minutes, she returned to Daniel, where
they spoke and danced almost completely all night. They had been
sitting at the bar and had ordered a few drinks. Daniel noticed
that Cindy had crossed her legs and started fidgeting.

"Are you okay, Cindy?" he asked.

"I'm okay, it's no problem, just a bit cold," she replied.

However, an hour later, Cindy was literally bursting to pee. Her
fidgeting got steadily worse and she knew that unless she used
the toilet soon, she would have a terrible accident in front of
her hunky friend. She decided to return to the toilets to see if
the queues had lessened. To her horror, they had got longer. Some
of the women were so desperate they were openly holding
themselves.

Cindy was herself becoming extremely desperate now. She was
fidgeting badly, and only just resisted holding herself. What
gave her some comfort was that she was also looking over the long
queues for the mens' toilets. Apparently, Daniel was told that
three of the five urinals were out of order, and both of the
cubicles were broken, so some of them couldn't do a crap if they
needed to.

Suddenly, she gasped, and only then she grabbed herself tightly
through her dress to prevent some pee leaking out. She then bent
double a few times in a bid to control her bladder muscles.
Daniel, who had been waiting for Cindy, saw her in her current
predicament.

"That queue isn't going any faster anytime soon," he said. "Come
on, we can go outside for a discreet place to pee."

Cindy followed Daniel outside, but now with her hand inbetween
her legs and on the verge of wetting herself. Suddenly she was
jolted by a passer by, which made her start to leak into her
knickers.

"Daniel, I don't think I can hold on any longer!" she said.

"Just hang on until we can find somewhere to go," Daniel replied.

Cindy was at that point trying... and failing... to prevent
squirting small spurts of pee into her knickers. Then she just
couldn't take it any more. She just stopped on the pavement,
looked down her dress and started to pee. She felt the pee soak
her knickers and run down her thighs. Within a few moments she
saw the pee form a small puddle underneath, which managed to run
its way down to a nearby drain. After she finished, she began to
sob a little. Suddenly she heard the chimes of a nearby clock
tower. She looked at her watch, then she heard the clock chimes
... it was midnight. She became shocked and frightened. Without
thinking she rushed to the taxi rank, pushed into the queue for
the taxi, and asked the driver to take her home. Daniel chased
after her.

"Cindy, where are you going? Don't go!" he called out to her.

"Leave me alone!!" Cindy screamed back, and before he could reach
her, the taxi had already been driven off from the rank into the
night. She looked back at him from the window, and spent the rest
the entire ride home sat on her wet dress crying. When she got
home, she took off her wet dress and looked at the soaked area
where she had been holding herself. Throwing it on the floor, she
rushed up to the bathroom to sit down and began crying again.
After a few moments, she had fallen asleep...

"Hello... hello.... wake up," said a voice. Cindy tried to ignore
the call, but she eventually woke up from her slumber, the first
thing that she noticed was the smell... it smelt like wee. She
slowly looked down to her trousers to see that she did actually
wet herself. The crotch area had been soaked, the seat and the
floor around where she sat was wet. She began to feel
embarrassed, then realised that she had never been to the charity
ball with Daniel, but was still back on the train. The driver had
shaken her several times before she woke up. To make things
worse, she had failed to get out at her stop and now had to find
her way home in her wet trousers.


