From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls“, in the next installment of his train station sightings. For more info on these sightings, check the previous post.
Another station, again made more secure by closing the Ladies toilets. A group got off a train, and the men all went into the Gents. The girls, including one tiny one, I guess about 18, dressed as a punk, (Goth in USA?) She had black spiky hair, and was wearing a tight black mini-skirt, over black fish-net stockings or tights, and a leather jacket with chains draped on it.
She tried the Ladies, which was locked of course, and then kicked the door in disgust. She might have tried to put one hand between her legs to hold back her pee, but her skirt was too tight to allow that. She crossed her legs very tightly and waited for the men in her group who had gone to pee in the Gents. As they came out, her desperation got too much for her and she ran into the Gents, presumably hoping to pee in a cubicle there. But she was out of luck; all of the cubicles were in a separate part of the Gents, which was closed and locked, again for security reasons, though why this made the Gents more secure I do not know, unless ladies peeing was considered dangerous.
The girl emerged furious and still as desperate. She stood on the platform in great distress; she had her legs tightly crossed and was gripping the hem of her skirt (as a substitute for holding her crutch?), and her whole attitude was one of extreme desperation. She was bending slightly forward and her whole body was tensed and shaking. Literally she was trying with all her strength to hold back her pee, and just, but only just, so it looked, managing.
Glaring at the locked Ladies and the men in he group who had peed, she shouted, “Fucking male chauvinist bastard pigs! If you can pee why can’t I?? ”
I was an insignificant bystander to all of this, and knowing that there was no other Ladies in the area I was expecting an entertaining few minutes watching her struggle to hold her pee. It also looked as if I was going to witness a full bore wetting, something I had never seen.
The whole group went into the Burger King at the station, the punk was hardly able to walk as she was now so desperate. I think she must have been holding on, on the train, frantic, but telling herself that she had to wait until they got to a station, where there would be a Ladies where she could pee, and the anticipation of this pee had made her more desperate. So desperate, it looked to me, that she was not going to be able to wait for long. It occurred to me that a real punk would have no hesitation in either pissing her knickers where she stood, or squatting down on the station and pissing, but while pissing her knickers looked to be a real possibility, she was doing everything she could to hold back her pee. She might have been thinking that there would be a toilet in the Burger King, but I knew from experience that there was not and that they did not allow customers to use the staff toilets.
She went up to the counter where her friends were placing their order, and legs knotted, looking the very image of absolute desperation, begged to use their toilet. Just my luck, that night they took pity on her and she was led behind the counter, and to the relief she so desperately wanted. Maybe she was lucky because she was so obviously very, very, desperate. I do not think I have ever seen a lady trying so hard to hold back her pee, yet not holding between her legs. The poor lady had her legs absolutely knotted and with clenched fists and hunched forward she was trying with all her strength to hold back her pee. Did she succeed? Wearing a skirt any leaks were not going to show, but there was nothing in her behaviour that indicated that she was wetting her knickers, just absolute desperation and hanging on with all her might.