Here comes another update from the Sarah’s Secret Diary archive.
I went back to college for another year because I had enjoyed the courses I was on and met some new friends as well. This time, I chose a class in drama for beginners. It was only for ten weeks, but as it was held on Saturday mornings, it helped me to avoid having to work weekends.
On this particular day, I went to the college gym where the class was based. there were around twenty people in the class, including me. Having to talk to complete strangers made me a bit nervous and thirsty, so I got a bottle of mineral water out of my rucksack and sipped a bit.
The class started with a greeting by a handsome man called Jake. He is an actor himself, albeit only an extra who appeared in small roles in films and TV shows. He greeted everyone individually and said he hoped we would enjoy the course.
To start the class, he asked us to do some stretching exercises to relax the muscles in our bodies. Then we were split into groups to do some improvisation. The scenario was what would go on in a police station, and we acted out certain roles to see which group did best.
While we were preparing, I felt the need to go to the toilet. I hadn’t gone since I got up earlier, and my bladder was showing signs, but I did my best to hold on.
Each group were given a ten-minute time limit to do their improvisations. Unfortunately for me, I was in the last group to go, and had to wait until the others have had their turn before we could do ours, and by then I was seriously bursting to go. I crossed my legs standing up throughout and flexing my bladder muscles.
The class was due to last three hours, so when Jake said we could have a break, I immediately headed out of the gym to find the toilets. However, when I found them, the notice on the door had said: OUT OF ORDER. I was in real trouble now, and wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my pee.
I entered the college cafe when I saw a few of the other students came over to chat with me. That was fine for the moment because I didn’t want to be reminded of my need to pee. After a few minutes however, the pain in my bladder was getting worse, and I wanted to go so badly now.
Twenty minutes later, we had to return to the gym to continue our class. We were all sitting down on hard plastic chairs. I had my legs crossed tightly in a bid to hold my pee, as I was by now extremely desperate. Jake asked all the students to do some individual improvisation. We had to take it in turns to send up a person they need. In my predicament, there was only one person I could only send up- my ex-work colleague Isla.
After a few students went before me, I decided to come on ‘stage’. I told Jake was going to send up my friend. I started by fidgeting slightly, followed by the usual crossing of the legs, bending double and desperation.
“Aww, I need a wee!” I said. the other students laughed.
“I’m so desperate, I don’t know how long I can hold out!”
I then shoved both hands between my legs, crossing them tightly, and moaning. The other students continued to roar with laughter. They thought the scene I was making was realistic…. little did they know that I was really desperate!
After a couple of minutes, I knew I was going to wet myself.
“Help me! I can’t hold it any longer, I’m going to wet myself!” I screamed, and the other students were laughing their socks off. Then I stopped fidgeting and looked down my legs and felt the golden liquid leak through my knickers and started to run down the inner thighs of my black trousers. One of the female students looked at what I was doing.
“Look! She’s really wetting herself!!!”
While I was enjoying the releasing of my bladder, I was slightly aware of the other students looking at me. What was then loud laughter now turned to stunned silence. I was so relieved to let my pee go all over the floor, leaving a large puddle under me.
“Er, Sarah, you better get yourself, er, cleaned up,” stammered a clearly shocked Jake, who ushered her towards the men’s toilets, as the ladies was closed.
The class carried on without me for the rest of the time, and Jake came to see me afterwards.
“I’m sorry about that. the ladies’ toilet was closed and I forgot to go after I left home, so I had to hold it,” I explained.
“Don’t worry, it happens to all of us sometimes,” said Jake. “The caretaker won’t like to clean your mess up though. Will you be able to come same time next week?”
“Sure I will,” I replied.
I just hope I won’t be teased about today’s incident throughout the course.