Somehow, Laura makes it to the magic shop. It’s not a moment too soon, as she wet herself again during her walk. She pushes on the door. It won’t budge. Laura takes a few steps back to read the sign on the door. The shop won’t open until ten. She takes out her phone to check the time. It’s 9:30.
With a sigh, Laura resigns herself to waiting until the store opens. She sits on the ground. Warmth spreads through her training pants yet again. They’re fully soaked now. Laura can’t sit in them for another half hour. Not to mention, she needs to go number two as well.
Laura gets back to her feet, her training pants squishing with every movement. She scopes out the magic shop. Hopefully, she’ll be able to find a way to get in. She doesn’t want to rob the place, she just wants to change herself and use the toilet. The pressure in her bowels grows, making her search more urgent. Even if she was willing to wait in the soaked training pants, she doesn’t want to risk messing herself. Considering her poor bladder control and the messy accident she woke up to this morning, she’s not confident in her ability to hold it for thirty minutes.