Rita's unprompted belly tickle made Leah squirm from sudden discomfort. She thought it was adjusting to the booster seat, and was about to tell Rita to get her out until a noisy bout of flatulence exited her rear, causing her face to burn red.
"Uh oh, is someone a little farty pants?" Rita teased, making Leah blush further.
"No, I just...my tummy hurts." She answered, trying to sound infantile without losing too much of her dignity.
"That's gas, sweetheart. Don't worry, just let it out. Little babies like you can't control themselves." Rita teased, making Leah wonder if the woman wasn't enjoying this a little too much. She slams her hands on either side of her car seat in a moment of frustration.
"I'm not gassy, I'm just-" She was interrupted by a pair of short but loud toots inflating her crinkly underwear. Her face was practically entirely red as her complete lack of control was waved in her face (and nose). Given it wasn't toddler sounding enough, Rita didn't respond with anything other than a chuckle.
Leah kept quiet, wondering if she really couldn't tell if she needed to fart anymore. Clearly she needed to, but she just couldn't feel it? She felt a discomfort, but only when she was focusing on it. Even then, the feeling is hard to pinpoint; she still couldn't tell the difference between and uncomfortable chair and a toot. She made the logical conclusion that it had to be gas (but only a little, she wasn't gassy she swears). The chair was, much to Leah's dismay, pretty comfy---therefore, it couldn't cause discomfort.
She squirmed in her seat again as she thought this over, surprised as another lengthy fart stinks up the car, followed by two aftershock toots.
"Whew, what did Tina feed you?" Rita teased, making Leah want to sink into her seat until it swallowed her whole. Her farts stunk, badly; it's clear that she must've eaten something nasty, or was on the verge of needing to poop again. This wasn't just an affront to her maturity, it was an affront to her ladyhood: being a cute toddler was humiliating enough, but spewing out gas like a gross little boy was making her feel unfeminine in a way she hasn't felt in years. She already has a hard time feeling like a woman with how undeveloped her body is, but at least she could do the bare minimum of being a girl (outside of existing).
She tried desperately to hold onto her gas, knowing that she did it effortlessly weeks ago. However, that knowledge feels so distant. Leah thinks back to the few weeks after her whole toddler method acting debacle, and realized just how much it truly affected her. Her accidents got significantly worse, wetting the bed almost every night and having frequent accidents through the day; she tried to hide them, but she's sure Tina was more than aware. To her horror, she realized how little she held in her gas. She never really got that gassy, so simply letting them fly when they came never impacted her until now. In addition to her accidents, it's no wonder Leah's having such a hard time holding it.
"Oops, just remembered, I have one last errand I need to run." Rita said. Leah held her tummy, trying to remember how to hold her farts and filing as little squeaks continued to escape.
"Can I stays in da caw?" Leah felt a semblance of hope at her gassy state might be dealt with in private, but dead quickly when Rita shook her head.
"Sorry, but I can't leave a toddler in a car unsupervised." Rita responded as if it's the most normal thing, and Leah couldn't stop a groan of embarrassment as another fart leaks out.
"We're stopping at:..."