Desperation in front of the new flatmate
Something interesting happened yesterday.
It was yesterday, mid afternoon. I met my new flatmate on the bus coming home. We sat together and I thought it’d be a good idea to pretend I was desperate for the toilet. I actually did need to go a little, but I wanted to pretend I was really struggling to hold it!
This is how it went. I was sitting next to her, and the bus was quiet. I started fidgeting in the seat until she asked me what was wrong. I told her I really needed the toilet. She said ‘oh, well it won’t be long until we are home, can you hold it?’
Our stop came up, and I farted as I was standing up. I think she smelt it, as she asked me if I was ok. This was the first time I’d ‘acted’ like this, so I don’t know how convincing I was. I feigned a pained expression and said yes.
As we walked I paused a couple of times. She was really sympathetic, and encouraging me to hold it. I crossed my legs as I stopped and held my stomach. At this point I think she realised that it definitely wasn’t pee.
She asked me when the need came on, and I told her it was shortly before I got on the bus, which was true anyway. I here mentioned my IBS. ‘Oh no!’ she said. This really concerned her now. She looked really worried, which was strange as it was me who was supposedly desperate! ‘Come on we are nearly there, you can make it’. She told me to run if I needed to, but I said it wasn’t a good idea to do that.
As we walked up the stairs I actually did feel the need to go, and I had the opportunity to mess, but I didn’t want to. She unlocked the door to the flat, and I hoped my other flatmate was in, and currently in the bathroom, so I could play this game some more, but she wasn’t even in the flat. I entered the bathroom.
I went to the toilet normally. My underwear was perfectly clean, but I deliberately didn’t wipe properly, and I pulled my underwear right up, giving myself a wedgie. I pulled them back down and there was a definite stain, really noticeable in my white underwear. I immediately felt silly for doing this! I wiped properly this time, pulled my underwear up and washed my hands.
She was sitting in the living room. I collapsed next to her and she asked if I was ok, and if I made it. I said yes, just barely. She asked more about my IBS and I told her I struggle holding it in sometimes. She then asked if there was sometimes I didn’t make it. I said ‘rarely, yes’.
So that was all we talked about. She didn’t ask any more about it, unfortunately, and I put my underwear in the washing later that night, complete with stain. I hope she sees it.
She hasn’t brought it up again. I kind of want her to, to see if she has any similar stories. But I don’t know. Maybe she thinks it’s awkward for me so she won’t discuss it again. I don’t know if I did this the right way, it was kind of spontaneous. But it was fun to do. If I’d thought about it a bit more, I could have played it a bit differently, to get more of a reaction out of her. But now she knows about my IBS, but she doesn’t know that it’s not actually that serious. But it gives me the opportunity to do this again in the future, possibly with different results!
It was fun, but really strange. I’ve not done this kind of thing very often, but I enjoyed it. This has also tested the waters for a potential messing in front of my flatmate/s in the future.
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