I Have to Wee

Morning

We stayed by the bench for around 10 minutes before the bell sounded, signifying the start of our first scheduled lesson. With over 14 hours' worth of wee held inside of me, I stood and began the walk towards the classroom. My skirt, usually raising eyebrows as I make my way around the school, was becoming tighter as I became more desperate to release my wee. I was almost at the classroom when a member of the Senior Leadership Team (SLT for short) called my name. I knew what it was about; my skirt.

I spent five minutes waiting for the SLT member to organise their files. Once he had organised his files, he ordered me to follow him into his office to speak about my skirt. I was told that I had no choice but to change my school skirt for a different one - one of a larger size. I began to argue with him, and he told me that I'd be staying in detention at the end of the day. I was told that if I didn't change my skirt before the end of the week, I would be forced to wear the academy trousers. I knew that I wouldn't be changing my skirt any time soon, but refused to wear the academy trousers. At this point, my skirt's zip began to rip, loosening the waistband of my skirt. As this happened, I felt myself letting go of my wee. I squealed and grabbed myself tightly, sparking the SLT member to question my actions.

I avoided a straight answer, and after a further five minutes, he allowed me to leave for my first lesson. As I stood up and started to walk out, I realised that the looser waistband would become a problem. The only solution was to fold over the top, making my skirt around two inches shorter than before. This also added extra pressure to my bladder. I questioned myself at this moment; will I manage to hold my wee until the end of the day?