A Loaded Question

It didn't seem as bad from the front, I was sure nobody could see it! It was the first time I'd ever done this and I couldn't believe I'd doen it in the middle of a store, too - what was I thinking? There was no way that people weren't going to notice, even when I put my pants back on. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

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I slid into my tight jeans and winced as the mess squished against my bottom.  I struggled to button up my pants and finally pulled my shirt down low.  No one knew.  No one knew.  But it felt so gross!  And I was starting to smell... I had to get home as soon as possible.

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"Excuse me, miss?" 

I'd made it only two steps from the changing room when the attendant flagged me down. 

"Do they fit okay?" 

I blinked and shook my head. 

"Umm... I.."

"The pants?"

"I don't want them." 

I stammered out. She looked confused.

"But you're wearing them?"

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"What?  No, these are..." 

I looked down at the jeans I was wearing.  I was so quick to change that I hadn't paid any attention to which pants I was putting on.  These were the ones from the changing room - not the ones I was wearing.  A warm blush came over my cheeks as I felt the mess shift in my pull-up. 

"I... um... I guess I'll... buy them..."

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"Okay, right this way." 

To the other side of the store, where the counter was, where the line was? I'd rather die! But she was looking at me expectantly and I didn't know what to say or do about that. I bit my lip and sighed, then nodded. And then began walking the longest shop length of my whole fucking life.

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I finally got into my car - after paying for brand new pants! - and sat down without thinking.  The messy underwear squished and squirmed, filling my car with a foul smell.  I fumbled to turn on the ignition and started the long drive home.  Next time, I'd have to remember to bring a diaper bag with me...