She develops a need to pee during the photoshoot.

The photoshoot had gone surprisingly well. Winona had managed to push aside her earlier wardrobe mishap and immerse herself in the session. The photographer’s vision was clear, and she followed directions as best as she could, shifting her expressions, tilting her body, and keeping up with the energy the shoot required. Between shots, assistants would rush in to adjust her hair, touch up her makeup, and offer her bottled water to keep her hydrated. Not thinking much of it, she took occasional sips, grateful for the refreshment under the bright studio lights.

It wasn’t until the latter half of the shoot that she began to feel the consequences of all that hydration. A dull sensation in her lower abdomen signaled the early warning signs of a full bladder. She ignored it at first, focusing on the photographer’s next set of instructions. However, as the minutes stretched on and more water was offered between poses, the feeling grew stronger.

By the time they were nearing the final shots, Winona was shifting her weight more often, trying to keep her discomfort at bay. She clenched her thighs subtly, adjusting her stance in ways that wouldn’t be noticeable on camera. The pressure was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, but she **** herself to keep her composure. The last thing she wanted was to disrupt the session when they were so close to finishing.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the photographer clapped his hands together. "That’s a wrap! Great work, everyone!" The crew applauded, signaling the end of the exhausting but successful session.

Winona nearly sighed in relief. Now that the shoot was over, she could finally excuse herself to the bathroom. However, just as she turned to leave, the photographer’s voice called her back.

"Winona! Before you go, make sure to return all wardrobe pieces to the dressing room. We need everything back immediately."

She hesitated. "Right, but—"

"No delays, please. The stylists need to catalog everything." He was already turning away, speaking to an assistant, leaving no room for discussion.

Winona pressed her lips together. The urge had grown considerably in the past several minutes, but she figured she could hold it a little longer. She hurried back to the dressing room, unzipping the final outfit she had worn and beginning to strip it off. The cool air against her skin reminded her just how exposed she was beneath the layers she had been cycling through. She just needed to put her overalls back on and then she could make a beeline for the restroom.

(Note: This chapter was written with the help of ChatGPT.)