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Chapter 10 by bsnick bsnick

Do you make it to the washroom?

The boys shield you with their bodies and get you out

"I guess we can't wait for your clothes. Come on, we'll shield you."

Smiling gratefully through the strain you're relieved when your feet are disentangled from theirs, allowing you to clasp your legs together. Your hopes for them to release your hands are dashed when a boy on either side stands and helps you to your feet.

"Stay in the middle," they say, and you huddle amongst them, one in front, one on either side. You're so concentrated on maintaining your control and walking that you scarcely notice them rubbing against you with their hands and bodies.

Slowly your small group makes its way to the doors, you making small whimpering sounds while dancing in place between them as you try to keep control.

"Looks clear," the leader says after an interminable amount of time staring out into the comparatively bright hallway. "Here we go."

Your five-some inches into the corridor, encountering no one as you slowly walk down the corridor toward the ticket-taker. In your current state you fail to notice that there was a bathroom almost beside the theatre you'd just left.

"Just going to the bathroom," the man in front of you says. At first you can't figure out why he's saying it, but then you spot the ticket-taker through a gap in the boys and your eyes go wide and your bladder nearly empties in panic. You could swear his own eyes widen in surprise too but the boys block his view so quickly you can't be sure.

"Bathrooms are down here," the leader says, pausing to tell you that. You wish your hands were free so you could push him forward. Or out of the way.

"In here," he says at last.

"But.... that's the boys room!" you say, pausing as you see the familiar sign.

"Well it'd look real weird if we went into the girls' room, right?"

Grimacing, you nod and the procession continues through the door, pausing again to see if anyone's in there.

"Okay, use this one at the end," the boys say, and open a door.

They finally let go of your hands when the bathroom door opens.

Caught?

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