Kangatopia

Today, I’m busy. I have a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to mess around. So, when I felt the urge to pee, I chose to finish what I was working on and not go to the bathroom. Can you guess what happened?

Of course, you can. You, who might have had a few children yourself.

I sneezed. And my relief was complete. At my desk. In the middle of an unusually busy day.

So, I went down to my car where I had a pair of sweat pants and I changed in the driver’s seat - hoping that no one who owned the cars parked next to or near mine would choose that moment to go to lunch.

Now, my white cotton granny panties are sitting on the floorboard of the passenger’s side of the car and are no longer covering the vast expanse of my ass. Am I becoming more conservative because I feel more unhinged than naughty at not having that layer of feminine virtue between me and my black nylon trousers?