A choice

A the end of the day, Christine got a message: #HelloBitch. After work, go by the tighest, light gray slacks you can fit into and a pair of cotton granny panties. Wear them to work tomorrow with no blazer or jacket. Instructions to follow.

Christine sighed. At 5:00, she left and went shopping. She bought a pair of light gray slacks she could barely fit into.

The next morning, she arrived at work to find a gallon of iced tea on her desk and a note. "Drink all of this. When your bladder if full, you have a choice. You can wet your pants in front of a group of employees or you can wet yourself in front of one or some of the board of directors. When you're wetting yourself, act like nothing is wrong and just keep doing what you would be normally. Only if someone points out you're wetting yourself, will you acknowledge it.

Christine was burning with shame. She unscrewed the cap of the iced tea and took a long sip.

Christine tried to go about her work as she kept downing the tea. Finally, her bladder was full.