An A.I. Generated Story

Chapter 2: Nerve

The next day, I got up and got ready for school, as usual.After a shower, I decided to stop for a coffee on the way to class, just to kind of unwind before classes started.I'm not sure why I did this, but I am pretty sure I got something.I don't even remember now what it was, because that thing in my stomach turned into this feeling that I couldn't describe.It wasn't a panic, or a nervousness, or even a desire for a bathroom.I was so scared I wouldn't make it to the bathroom, and I kept thinking about what I was going to do if I actually did end up having an accident at school.I can't describe it, it's just a weird, almost dream - like, experience.I was terrified for what would happen if it happened, and that it would keep happening, and it would keep happening and it would keep happening and I would be doomed to an eternity of it, and eventually I just had to run out of the bathroom and I ran as fast as I could to the nearest washroom.Now, let me tell you something: that's not the brightest thing to do when you are wearing bright pink short shorts with pink camo ankle socks with cutouts.Not bright at all.However, I'm sure people understood, because even though it happened in a busy mall, it still seemed pretty odd.As a result, I don't think the people around me thought that I'd just had an accident, as much as they might have thought I was just trying to hide myself.I know I did, until I was down in the washroom stall and at that point I just kind of forgot about the incident entirely.After class, I was in the washroom again, feeling an intense need to go poo.I ran to the washroom, and hurried to the stall.I managed to get my shorts pulled down far enough to get my feet into the cubicle.And then I got busy.I sat there for what felt like a long time, but was probably only about 20 seconds or so.A couple of girls in front of me were walking into the washroom, and one of them went into the stall beside me.I could see her shorts on the floor, and saw that they were colour coordinated to mine.As I was pooing, the woman sitting next to me took a peek, and I swear I could see her feet through her legs, at that point.I sat there until I was done.