I had been holding for a few hours now, and while walking my dog in the rain I could feel the pressure in my bladder building stronger. I knew when I walked in the door a wave of desperation would hit me, knowing I’m so close to the bathroom I wasn’t allowing myself to use. When I got in the door I fumbled my dog’s leash off, and stepped side to side taking off my jacket and kicking off my shoes. Then I rushed to my desk, to sit down and get control of my desperation. Once I did, I slowly got up and walked to my room, where I changed into a pair of tight grey leggings. It would be both easier to hold myself, and easier to see any evidence of leaks. I had an idea, and wanted to see how far I could push myself with this hold.