People Awkwardly adjusting.

Layla looked down to find that her normal jeans, panties and incontinence products were replaced with a pair of crotchless jeans, pulled down to her ankles, presumably to avoid them getting wet from the soaked seat. It was autumn time, and getting somewhat cold out, so she didn't expect people revealing more than was strictly necessary. It did feel nice sitting bare bottomed though.

A conversation then caught her ear. It was between two young women, maybe18-20 years old

"Oh my god! This is so weird, why are they expecting us to do this?"

"I know right? Making us expose or private parts? Was this rule written by a pervert?"

"I wonder that too. The official reasoning that they are getting us to save on laundry, thereby water seems tenuous at best. Thing is though, we have to do this." She then did a sort of pee dance. "What's worse though, they expect us to not use the toilet".

"A friend of mine tried to find privacy this morning by going down an alley, turns out, too many people had the same idea at once, and so it didn't work. Otherwise, I've heard it helps to sit down and pretend you are on a toilet."

"Still feels wrong though: it's somebody else's furniture."

"Think about it this way, somebody who is incontinent is going to use it anyway. Might as well get used to the way things are now. It looks like you need to go anyway"

The two girls sat down, adjusting their clothing in order to prevent it touching what was soon to become a wet seat. The second one then continued.

"Y'know, I need to do a poo as well."

"You aren't going to do it here are you?"

"Might as well, besides, with these cleaning kits we have to carry, it won't be hard to remove all traces of it."

It took a while for the nervous girls to start going, but soon the faint trickle of urine could be heard as the second girl started going, then it got louder as the first one joined in. Meanwhile the second girl was starting to shit into her seat. Once she had finished, she cleaned up after herself, and suddenly it seemed as if she never did it in the first place, even the smell was gone. Then a waitress came up to them and started casually peeing on the floor, while taking their orders.

Layla then looked at her own beverage to find that it was no longer a small fruit juice, it was a large coffee. she guessed that if she didn't need to worry about her bladder, then she could finally have caffeinated drinks again. Her coffee had gone slightly cold, while she was observing, so she downed it as quickly as possible. Next time, she will enjoy it properly. She also started to leak, only to shut of her flow out of **** of habit. She then consciously resumed her flow, safe in the knowledge she would be allowed to do so. She luxuriated in the warmth that caressing her bottom as the urine pooled on her seat. She knew she'd made the right decision.

She had spent enough time in the café. Besides, she had places to be.