"Can you please go tell her i need her?"

"Can you please go tell her i need her?"

You cringe. Going into a ladies toilet? To talk to a woman face to face? Who's clothes you're currently wearing? You shake your head, but dammit the boyfriend doesn't notice, he's already looking towards a discarded motor magazine.

You gather a bit of courage. The boyfriend and the entrance are behind you, the doors to the toilets are in front of you on the back wall, machines cover most of the other walls. You take a few steps forward, knock quickly on the toilet door, then sidestep towards the corner behind the door...

Responding to the knock, someone comes out of the door. Their first words are a terse. "What are you doing?"

You tense, but someone else reacts. "Ummm, what do you mean?" the voice of the boyfriend speaks up.

"I said I'd speak to you later!"

"I was just in the area and thought I'd have a chance to talk to you"

"Here? Why do you think that..." she continues on stepping forward.

You quickly see an emotional situation coming as their voices are raised. Moving back towards them isn't an option, but you quickly decide to step forward into the toilets.

Maybe its the confusion, your tension, or because you were fixated on the idea a second ago, but you accidentally walk into the ladies washroom. Lack of urinals give it away, but its really the open purse and makeup bag by the sink that confirms it. The woman was probably in the middle of fixing her makeup when you knocked.

The couples voices continue building up and you don't want to risk going outside. Your wet clothes are getting to you so you dab yourself down with some paper towels. Getting more adventurous, you try the hot air hand dryers, moving around so that the hot air hits various parts of your body. It tickles your bra and panties in a weird way, and it's a strange sensation getting blast of hot air through a miniskirt. Drying your hair is a challenge, but you find a hairbrush in the woman's purse, and you brush out various strands under the dryer. It all works surprisingly well and after a few minutes you look yourself in the mirror to find... oh yeah, you're still wearing a pink shouldertop and miniskirt, and your hair is now puffed up with volume and you've somehow accidentally styled it so it still flows over one eye. How did you get something so stylish by accident? It could work though... turn your head the right way and the hair could block views of your face...

At least you're dry though, except of course for your shoes. You can feel the squelch when you walk and know there's no fast way to fix it. You at least take a moment to tie the laces up. Last thing you need is another trip up.

However, that's not your major concern, because now that the hand dryer is silent you've realised the outside room is too. You wait a few more minutes. It's tempting not to go outside, but you realise someone could walk in and see you here. Finally, you build up the courage and go out the bathroom door.