Bursting for the Bathroom

Cynthia nibbled her bottom lip as she squirmed, **** to use the bathroom, waiting for Margaret to come home so that she could ask her for permission. Cynthia had just made her way out of diapers and was not looking to return anytime soon.

She wanted to prove to Margaret that she was grown enough to longer obey the rules set for her, but she didn’t dare disobey any of them.

“Please hurry,” Cynthia whimpered as she did a little potty dance where she stood.

Suddenly the door opened and in walked Margaret, but she wasn’t alone. Another woman was with her, one Cynthia didn’t recognize. “Hello, Cynthia. This is Jasmine. I expect you to greet her respectfully,” Margaret said.

Cynthia slowly stood up and reached her right hand out, shaking Jasmine’s hand. “Hello, pleasure to meet you, Jasmine,” Cynthia said.

She turned to Margaret but Margaret held up her hand. “You can do better than that. Remember the curtsy.”

Cynthia slowly moved her leg crossing her feet, bending down in a curtsy. “Hello, Miss Jasmine. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Cynthia.”

“Oh how cute. It’s great to meet you too,” Jasmine said. “Margaret has told me all about you.”

Cynthia looked to Margaret. “M-may I please use the potty?”

Margaret shook her head. “Don’t be rude, Cynthia. Help our guest sit down and get her some water to drink. After that I’ll take you to the potty.”

Cynthia nodded as she guided Jasmine to the couch and entered the kitchen. She fetched a glass and the water pitcher with a filter. She filled it up with cold water. She couldn’t help but listen to the water trickling in. Her desperation for the toilet only increased as she waited for the water to fill up and then poured it carefully into the glass. She then carried the glass of water to the couch and handed it to Jasmine. “Here you are, miss.”

Jasmine smiled. “Thank you so much, sweetie. Margaret, why don’t you take the poor thing to the the toilet. She looks like she’s going to burst.”

Margaret nodded as she slowly stood up. “Come on, Cynthia.”

Cynthia slowed her pace, feeling like she was going to burst at any moment as Margaret took her by the hand and pulled her along.