You squeeze your legs together as tightly as you can, your tiny bladder causing the slightest amount of pain in it's readiness to burst. Your hands reach down to your crotch, making what attempt they can to hold the unthinkable back.
Your male mind regresses into the depths of your head, making you an observer only, unable to control you're own actions as the mind of a 4 year old girls takes over.
You looks around for bathroom, and something that looks like a big square house catches your eye. You squirm over to it very uncomfortably. At the door, your tiny hands reach up to tug on the door, but it won't budge. You tug and tug with all your might, but it's not enough, and the door stays firmly shut to your smaller body.
Then it hits you, not in a steady steam outward as you might have preferred, but in a sudden rush of warmth into your little girls panties. The smell hits you almost immediately, a 'yuck!' coming from your male mind, while your little girl's mind just wants her mommy to come make it all better. You feel it well up again, but this time in your eyes. Big blubbering tears slide down your cheeks as you whine and whimper, yellow stains on your white panties and pink dress, the warm liquid already running down your thighs.
Then...