Hey. My name is Kate. I am 19 years old. I want to tell you a story that happened to me two days ago during the history exam.

I study at Moscow State University. Lomonosov on journalism. The next day I had to go to the exam. In general, all subjects, and especially history, are very easy for me, therefore I was too lazy to repeat control questions. It was sunny outside, and I wanted to go for a walk or go to the movies. Calling his girlfriends, no one wanted to go, because everyone was preparing for the exam. Then I decided to sit at home, watch TV or surf the Internet. I remembered that one friend told me about one site where stories of girls who very much wanted to go to the toilet were posted. I found this address in my notebook and, having entered it, I sat there for about an hour. After reading almost all the stories, I realized that I was excited, imagining myself in their place. The thought about these girls gave me no rest all evening. I realized that I just needed to be in a similar situation in order to feel the same thing as they.

I thought that if I suffer until the morning. But I almost did not want to write at that time. Then I ventured to take advantage of tomorrow's exam: I decided to go to the bathroom before bed, and the next time to go home after the exam.

So I did. When I woke up at seven in the morning, I immediately dressed (I wore blue, worn tight jeans, a blue blouse and a burgundy knitted sweater with a throat, which I wore immediately, because the room was cool in the morning). Sleepy, by habit of going to the toilet and sitting on a warm toilet, I suddenly remembered yesterday's desire. I didn’t want to write, but if I hadn’t remembered, I would have let out a couple of streams. Looking at the clock, I realized that after half an hour I had to go out, but I hadn’t washed my face, had breakfast or collected things. I did not stand up confidently, put on white-fitting panties, buttoned up the jeans and went to wash. I quickly packed up and had breakfast with cereal and milk (lately I only eat them for breakfast and eat), after drinking two glasses of orange juice, I ran out of the house and went to the institute. It’s not a long time for me to go, about forty minutes (15 minutes by bus, 15 - by metro and 10 - on foot). Approaching the university, I wondered whether I should do what I had in mind or not. Although I was sure that I would pass the exam without any problems, I was still a little worried, which gave a little shiver to my stomach.

When I saw my fellow students and fellow students in the corridor, I greeted everyone and was ready to go first. But there they called by name. During the hour and a half, while I waited for me to be called, I noticed that many girls ran to the toilet back and forth several times with excitement, which is quite natural, but I tried not to look that way.

Because it would have tempted me to go to the toilet or at least think about it. When the last person who came out of the audience pronounced my last name, thus informing me that I was next, something in my bladder area stung, and I was a little confused. The toilet was about twenty meters away from our audience, so even if I had to go to the toilet right now, it would be too late.

Going into the audience, seeing the examiner and preparing students, I realized that there was no way back, and went right after the ticket. I got the question of collectivization. I remembered that we covered this topic at the penultimate lesson. I went to the second row to prepare.

As always, I like to write a lot, especially on the topic I know well. For the first twenty minutes it was easy for me to write, there were many fresh thoughts in my head, but after another ten minutes I noticed that I was tugging and squeezing my knees. I immediately remembered the fact that I did not go to the toilet today.For another five minutes, one of the girls asked to go out, which she was denied by the examiner, referring to the fact that the sooner she responds to the prepared topic, the sooner she becomes free. I realized that I was not destined to take time off today, even though I did not intend to, because I wanted to endure to the end once I decided.

My turn should have come in about fifteen minutes. I was already sitting on the edge of a chair and swaying back and forth, squeezing my left hand between my legs, rubbing the crotch, and with my right hand I was still trying to put thoughts on my paper. Looking randomly to the right, I noticed that one of my fellow students was stubbornly looking at me. I immediately removed my hand from the crotch and put it on my knee. From this I wanted to write hard, and began to worry, as if to maintain patience. I put my legs on my legs, pressing my left elbow on the crotch, and bent forward slightly. Now I’m sure that no thoughts in my head could go except how I could quickly and calmly pass the exam. I have already begun to regret that I did not go to the toilet while I waited for a call for the exam. My fingers were already shaking. I could not find a position in which it would be easier for me to endure. I was embarrassed to ask for permission to go to the toilet because I knew that the teacher would refuse me and my classmate would understand what a difficult situation I was in. I was simultaneously thrown into a fever, then shivering. There was already a drop of sweat on his forehead, but not only there. Between my legs and under me, I felt a little moisture. My muscles in the urethra, abdomen, thighs and buttocks, on which I swung from left to right, were very tense. For some reason I didn’t put a tampon on this day, but I remembered that I had napkins in my purse. Clenching my teeth, and breathing quickly and deeply, I bent under the table and began to rummage in it, opening my pocket for my pocket, convulsively, remembering where they lie. Suddenly, unexpectedly, in such a pose, I saw legs in black shoes coming up to me. Turning my head up, I noticed a gloomy examiner who sternly asked me what I was doing in that position under the table. He stood in front of me as if he had caught me with a cheat sheet. To be honest, I was a little scared, and for a moment I caught my breath, squeezing my legs tightly, which I almost stopped feeling, with a small impulse, overcoming the pain, I let a small but strong trickle into my tight jeans. I looked at him imploringly and said that I was looking for a napkin for: what to blow my nose. To this he, after about ten seconds, said that he was now going to talk to the student (my girlfriend) and I would go to answer next. Then he looked at my notes and went to the place.

At that moment I was very bad. I, almost crying, looked between my legs and noticed a small dark spot. Putting my hand on the wet crotch, and pressing hard on it while putting my legs on my legs, I still took the napkin out of the bag. Wiping my wet hands, sweaty from the strain, I, forgetting that my fellow student could look at me, spread her legs wider, unbuttoned the button on the jeans, pulled off the elastic of her panties and stuck between her legs almost the floor of a pack of napkins. Any contact with the abdomen or in the area of ​​the bladder caused severe pain.

I immediately remembered how I had sat on a warm toilet at home this morning and had not peeed a bit. And then, when I was sitting on this chair in the audience, your friends and girlfriends are looking at you, I will soon go to the examiner, and my bladder is full. I absolutely did not know what to do. I was ready to cry from helplessness. I just wanted to jump up and run out of the audience to the toilet, but I realized that the examiner would consider the exam as not passing. I first became so scared on the exam. I almost did not let another trickle, but was able to hold it, pressing my palm strongly on the napkins that lay between my wet hole and already almost translucent panties. I tried to do everything quietly and quietly, so that the examiner or anyone else would not see.

Gently buttoning up my jeans (the belt was putting pressure on my bladder), I looked at the records. At that moment, the examiner ended the conversation with my friend and asked if I was ready. I had no idea what would happen to me if I said that I was not ready yet and he would call another just as I would say he was ready. But I chose the latter. I was very nervous, and this feeling passed on to my bladder. I could start writing at any time, but I tried my best to hold back. I sat down in front of him at the table with my legs and, folding my hands between them, I nervously began to run around the text, frantically recalling the text. As soon as I started, after five seconds he asked a leading question. I was instantly confused, clenched my teeth and quickly began to breathe, trying to keep the stream approaching. Hardly connecting words, I began to stumble all the time. The examiner apparently thought that I was very worried, and did not prepare very well, and therefore began to ask as many leading questions as possible.

I could not tell him that I was about to describe myself, I was wildly ashamed. In addition, I was afraid that now I would not pass it if I did not concentrate normally. But my bladder was in terrible agony. When he said that if I did not answer the last leading question, then I could forget about passing the exam, I was terribly frightened, and tears filled my eyes. I began to sob and urine began to spill out of my hole. Then through tears I told him that I needed very much to the toilet. He frowned at me again and asked if I had incontinence? I told him that I allegedly did not have time to go to the toilet in the morning because I was late. I was already all hot and red with shame. Fearing that he would not give me an assessment, I plaintively asked him to let me go to the toilet for five minutes, and when I return, I will answer him. I was scared if he didn’t let me go, I couldn’t tolerate it anymore and I would have to run away without permission. I clenched my teeth and hips tightly, quickly crawled on a chair and could not release the hand that was clamped between my legs. After a moment of silence, the examiner spoke a word that I was waiting for: <быстро! туда="" и="" обратно!="">. I was ready to kiss his hands and say what he is the kindest and best teacher in the world, but said only: <спасибо большое:=""> and smiled. And as soon as I got up and headed for the door, I felt a terrible heaviness in my bladder. Having taken two steps, I could not hold the stream, and it quickly, soaking into my jeans, flowed down my legs. I quickly pressed my hands on the crotch and almost bent in half. Realizing that my fellow students and the examiner are watching me, I almost ran out of the audience.

There, I stumbled upon waiting students who nervously began to ask me what I had passed. I hoped that no one would understand that I jumped out of the wild desire to the toilet, besides with wet jeans. As I made my way through the crowd, I had to push, and my bladder could not hold my flow. When I was at the toilet, my shoes were already wet. Well, that there was no line, and I quickly managed to lock myself in the booth. Putting my jeans down, I had to press my fingers on my hole, it was very hard for me, I was already all wet. Sitting on the toilet, I relaxed and released everything that remained in the bladder. I was still trembling and could not imagine that I was in that situation. Seeing my wet jeans, I began to cry.

I decided not to come back today for the exam and pass it later. I didn’t go in wet pants, and besides I was very ashamed. I quietly jumped out of the toilet, grabbed my fur coat in the wardrobe and went home to dry.