Male Omorashi Oneshots

Unable to Locate a Washroom

(Uh so I haven't posted in a while sorry, that's just the way this "schedule" works: random hella spaced out clusters of stories. Anyway this story is in an AU where Noah's trans, as in he was born with a girl's body, but as he got older he could never recognize himself as himself and later found out that was because he had a male brain. In this story, he isn't on hormones or anything yet and he certainly hasn't had any surgeries, he binds and that's about all he can do. Since he's pre-T and stuff, Noah doesn't think he passes enough to use the men's room, but he'd rather die than use the women's. (There's a bit of like toxic masculinity and stuff in Noah's inner dialogue so sorry but that's just how dysphoria is) Enjoy!)

Noah POV

Generally, I try to avoid public bathrooms. If it's especially urgent, (which is embarrassingly often) I'll try and find a gender neutral one, but unfortunately, those aren't in too many places. This isn't much of a problem at school, though, I'm allowed to use the staff bathrooms at school, and I always have a change of clothes in my bag just in case.

Lew's taken me to the shopping mall. I have to say, it is a cute date in theory. The plan was to start of in the little coffee shop in the mall and then we'd just wander around and maybe buy stuff, maybe not. We'll see.

I peed right before I got in Lew's car, but my stupid bladder still filled up pretty quickly when Lew handed me a tea he'd bought. I don't like coffee.

So now I'm stuck. I'm very against crossing my legs because it's ladylike, even though that would very likely help my situation. So my thighs are pushed together, and I'm wriggling around quite a bit, and I want to hold myself, but touching the thing down there does not  help dysphoria.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Lew asks with concern, cutting himself off mid-sentence, "Noah? Are you okay?"

I don't say anything, just blush for a second, not meeting his eyes

"I need to pee." I say quietly after the pause

"Oh." My boyfriend says simply, "Come on, I'll help you find a bathroom." He stands

I stand slowly, trying not to jostle my full bladder too much. I think Lewin sees what I'm doing, because he gives me a sympathetic smile and holds his hand out for me to take. I do.

We hurry as much as we can without leaving a puddle on the ground out of the small shop.

I can't really focus, I'm too distracted by my pulsing bladder, so Lewin's looking around for bathrooms for me. The hand Lew isn't holding is in my pocket in a clenched fist to distract myself.

"There's a bathroom right over there." Lew suddenly says, pointing. I quickly look up, my bladder relaxing a bit at the thought of being able to let go completely, but then I see the sign and I panic, fighting for control as I feel myself leak a bit and I hope I haven't soaked through my jeans. These bathrooms are gendered. I don't think I've ever told Lew that I'm weird about this, it's not his fault, but I can't do this.

"I can't..." I say quietly with embarrassment, "I-I can't use gendered bathrooms, sorry." My face is very hot and I'm cursing my earlier self for not thinking things through and choosing light blue skinny jeans.

Lewin frowns, "Sorry, I should have known that. I didn't mean to tease you or anything." He says apologetically

"No, it's fine..." I mutter, you didn't know." I squeeze Lew's hand as I leak more, knowing full well it's visible this time, "It's my own stupid fault. I know it's weird. Sorry."

Lew squeezes my hand back, "Hey, no, I get it. You're fine." He says with sympathy and I frown sadly, looking down and seeing how bad the wet spot on the front of my jeans is. My pee is down to like the middle of my thigh.

Lewin glances down too and spots my jeans. "I didn't know you had to go that bad!" He whisper-yells, startling me, the darkness extending down to nearly my knees before I can stop myself.

There's no way I can hold it anymore for any longer than about a minute at the very most. My bladder's only been teased by me leaking so much, and I need to pee more now than ever. As I come to this realization, I also realize that I might cry. I really don't want to cry. Boys don't cry.

"It hurts..." I whisper to Lewin, my voice cracking embarrassingly

"Hey, it'll be okay." He says comfortingly, walking slightly faster with me. A mistake.

I stop suddenly, I'm sure I have a face of absolute terror as my body makes up its mind for me and I lean over slightly as the warm liquid cascades down my legs, splattering noisily on the tiles beneath me. And I'm crying. Of course.

The stream stays strong for what must be about half a minute, and when I'm done I'm standing in my own puddle and full on sobbing.

"Shh, Noah, it's okay." Lew says in a hushed tone so only I can hear him as he lets go of my hand and properly hugs me, holding me tight against himself

"No, don't hold me." I get out between sobs, "I'm all wet."

"I don't mind." He says in that same soft comforting voice, bringing a hand up to stroke my hair

I hold him, sobbing into his shoulder, and then remember we're in public. "Is anyone staring?" I whisper almost inaudibly, dreading the answer

"No." Lew says, and I can tell he's lying, but it doesn't really make a difference

"I want to leave." I say, still not lifting my face from his shoulder

"Alright." He says softly

(Trans Noah AU might be back for more at some point if y'all like it?)