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A fictional story from a good friend of mine, SecretWetLife on ExperienceProject.

Tonight was the night—the first showing of Romeo and Juliet. For the first time in my

life, I had been cast in a play. Not only had I been cast, I had been given the lead.

I was playing Juliet, my most favorite of all the female leads in Shakespeare’s

plays. I spent countless hours rehearsing, memorizing lines, blocking scenes,

stealing kisses between classes with my co-star, Collin, and soaking up the

limelight. Tonight was going to be perfect. Most likely.

I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. There were

so many people in the audience tonight. The entire auditorium had sold out. What if I

messed up a line? What if I tripped and fell on my face? I clutched my full skirts in

my fists, trying to keep from full-out panicking.

“Hey.”

I turned around and saw Collin striding toward me confidently, his nobleman’s cap

swinging from his fingers. I cleared my throat.

“Hey, Collin.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out as a shallow

squeak.

Collin’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak again.

Collin dropped his hat on the ground and took my hands in his. “You’re going to be

great, you know.”

I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Instead, I stared mutely at the floor, agonizing

over how opening night would go.

Collin released one of my hands and reached out. His hand softly grasped my chin and

pulled upwards, forcing me to look at him. His golden brown eyes were steady. “You.

Are. Amazing,” he said, carefully enunciating each word. “I have watched you learn

this part until it’s the only thing you ever think about. There is no way you will

screw this up, because it’s a part of you. You can do this.”

I nodded my head a little, to show I understood what he was trying to say. “Thanks,”

I whispered.

A comfortable silence wrapped around Collin and I. I continued to look in his eyes,

completely mesmerized. For the first time since we had been cast as lovers, I felt

butterflies in my stomach. What was going on?

Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. Before I knew what was

happening, his lips were on mine. It wasn’t the first time we had kissed by a long

shot, but this kiss felt very much like how a first kiss is supposed to feel. The

butterflies in my stomach morphed into a whirlwind, a longing for more kisses. I

reached up and put my arms around his neck, bringing him even closer.

A sigh built up in my chest, and my lips parted. I could feel Collin’s heartbeat

speed up. Suddenly, Collin pushed me up against the wall. He pressed his body against

mine, and I felt my own pulse accelerate in response. I clenched my hands into fists,

trying to close a distance that no longer existed between us. Collin’s hands moved up

my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. He grasped small handfuls of it and

pulled my face even closer to his. This felt so good.

“Ahem.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me, and Collin leapt backward,

spinning toward the source of the noise.

Our director stood there, a bemused smile on his face. “Save some of that passion for

the stage, kids, okay?” He chuckled, turned, and walked away.

My face burned in embarrassment. I glanced at Collin, and saw that his face was

equally red. He scratched the back of his head.

“Well.”

“Yeah…” I was still trying to catch my breath. I had never been kissed like that.

Until now, I didn’t even think I liked Collin like that. But my eyes were glued to

his face, my stomach a mess of butterflies again.

Collin looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He grinned. His smile set my

stomach on fire, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the fire at bay. I so badly

wanted to reach out and stroke his hair, to feel his lips on mine again, to feel his

body pressed against me, to fight for breath.

“Well, break a leg tonight,” Collin said. He leaned over and gave me a small peck on

the lips before walking down the hallway.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Time to begin.

“Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from

ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.” The

narrator introduced the play to the audience. I watched from backstage as the play

began to unfold before me.

“Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if

they bear it.” The guy playing Sampson said one of my favorite lines from the first

scene as the guys playing Abraham and Balthasar came waltzing onto the stage.

I turned away from the stage, wanting to save my energy for later—my feet were

already beginning to hurt in these shoes. I sat on a wooden box, commonly used for a

prop, and let the skirt of my dress fan out around me. I wasn’t due on stage for a

little while yet, so I wanted to relax while I still had the chance.

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, listening to the actors say their

lines; listening to the audience laugh in response. I smiled to myself. Maybe tonight

really would be okay.

“Is the day so young?” I heard Collin’s opening line, and smiled even wider. Things

were going to be so different between us from now on, and I was eager for it to

happen. I couldn’t wait to be on stage next to him, being his Juliet. Maybe I would

get to be his real life Juliet, too.

The stage lights dimmed and the audience applauded as scene one came to an end. Only

a few more minutes till my cue. I heard footsteps crossing the stage, and the lights

flared back to life.

I sat there, still only half listening to what was happening on stage. I decided to

quickly get a drink before I had to be on stage, because I likely wouldn’t get

another chance for a while. I quietly crossed to the cooler in the corner and took

out an ice cold bottled water. I quickly snapped off the lid and began guzzling the

liquid. It was so cold, but it was especially refreshing. I downed the entire bottle

in less than a minute. I was thirstier than I thought! I grabbed another bottle from

the cooler and took it with me to where I had been sitting earlier. I opened it and

took a sip just as the lights dimmed, indicating the end of scene two. Time to go!

I put the lid back on my water bottle and stood, quietly making my way to the edge of

the stage.

“God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!”

I heard my cue, and quickly walked onto the stage. “How now! Who calls?” I cried.

“Your mother.” The girl playing the nurse replied.

I quickly lost myself in the scene, feeling as though I truly were Juliet

reincarnate. Time flew by, and all too soon scene three was over. I exited the stage

and returned to my water bottle.

I took another long swig of water. It was so hot under all those stage lights. I felt

like I had sweat out most of that first bottle I drank earlier. I quickly finished

off my second one, and crossed over to the cooler to grab a third. I broke the seal

on the cap and took a pull from the ice cold water. It was so refreshing.

All too soon, it seemed to me, it was time for me to be back onstage. This time,

though, I got to finally be onstage with Collin. My heart thumped erratically at the

thought.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my

lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender

kiss.”

As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a

vengeance. I replied with my line, completely immersing myself in the moment. The

scenes flew by quickly. I felt like, for the first time, I wasn’t acting. As Juliet

fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt

before. I felt like things were going to change between us now, and I was excited for

what the future might bring. I hoped that I would get to be his real life Juliet.

When it was time for Romeo and Juliet to get married, I felt a twinge in my lower

stomach. I ignored it, because I was in the middle of a scene. When I walked off

stage again I felt that twinge worse than before. As I reached for my water bottle to

rehydrate, it hit me. I’d been drinking so much water tonight. I’d already had 4

bottles, and I was working on my fifth. I had to pee. Bad.

I briefly wondered if I could make it to the bathroom down the hall before my next

scene when I heard my next cue. Well, the play was almost halfway over. I could hold

it for another hour or so. I quickly walked onstage.

By the time Mercutio was killed by Tybalt, I was doing a jig backstage, trying to

keep my pee in. I really had to pee, but the breaks between my scenes were getting

shorter and shorter. There wouldn’t be enough time, and I couldn’t ruin opening

night. So I continued to hold.

It felt like the rest of the play took forever. I tried so hard to focus on my lines,

but my need to pee was always waiting in the back of my mind. Finally it was time for

Juliet to feign her death. As the lights dimmed, I hurried to my place on the stage,

lying on the “altar” in the “tomb.”

The second that I was horizontal, I felt like my bladder was going to explode. I felt

my pee traveling further south, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it was

too late. I clenched my bladder muscles, willing my pee to stay inside. I desperately

wanted to shove my hand into my crotch to physically restrain my pee, and I was just

about to when the stage lights came back on.

I had to lie perfectly still. It was my only job. I kept my eyes closed and continued

willing myself to stay dry. Soon I heard Collin’s footsteps approaching.

“How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry!”

As Collin continued with his final lines, my bladder gave a painful lurch. A small

trickle of pee slithered out of me, dampening my panties. I squeezed my bladder

muscles even tighter, but I could feel my control fading. I wanted to clench my

fists, but any movement in this scene was forbidden.

Collin walked closer to me, still delivering his lines. He picked up my hand. I tried

so hard to focus on that hand, but I was going to lose my battle any second now.

“Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?” Collin’s voice took on an edge of

despair, and it made my heart thump loudly in my ears. I focused on his voice,

reveling in its rich tones, and relaxed. I realized it was a fatal mistake one second

too late.

Pee rushed from my bladder in a waterfall of relief. I tried to stop it, but my need

to pee was so much worse than my need to hold it in. My pee soaked my panties. When

my panties could hold no more liquid, my pee began to pour onto the skirts of my

dress. At first, I thought I would be safe because there was so much fabric to soak

up the pee. Maybe nobody would notice. But I kept peeing. It felt like it would never

stop.

“O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.” Collin finished his

lines, and leaned over me for the last kiss before he, as Romeo, died. Just as his

lips began to brush mine, my skirts had soaked up all of the pee they could, and I

was still peeing, very forcefully. I couldn’t make it stop. A soft splattering sound

reached my ears as my pee flowed off the sides of the altar and onto the wooden floor

of the stage.

My eyes snapped open and locked with Collin’s. His eyebrows drew down in confusion.

He glanced down at the floor. When he saw what was happening, his eyes widened, but

he didn’t hesitate any further to finish playing his part. His lips brushed against

mine, softly at first, and then a little more desperately. The kiss sent a wave of

butterflies coursing through me, and my pee gushed out even harder. I wondered when

my pee would run out.

As Collin collapsed to the floor, very carefully out of range of my pee, I felt the

stream slow slightly. I hoped I would be done peeing before it was time for Juliet to

reawaken. In the silence that filled the auditorium after Romeo’s death, the

splashing of my pee was very audible. For a moment I panicked, thinking that the

audience might be able to detect what it was.

Finally, at long last, my pee slowed to a slight trickle. I could still hear pee

dripping onto the floor still, but it, too, was slowing down. It was time for me to

get up off of the altar. I slowly sat up. As I did, I heard some members of the

audience gasp. Whispering began to flood the auditorium.

“….pee...”

“….what that sound was…”

“…so gross!”

I tried to stay in character as I slyly peeked through my eyelashes at my lap. I was

horrified by what I saw. The front of my dress, from waist to knees, was completely

and obviously saturated. The location of the stain made it plain what had happened.

There was no covering it up now. I stood up, ready to admit defeat and just leave the

stage in my disgrace. As soon as my legs were straight, I began to pee again. It was

just as forceful, if not more so, as before, and it was very loudly splashing on the

floor of the stage. Mortified, I turned and fled the stage, peeing the whole time.

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