Your heels click on the pavement as you make your way towards the mall, your mind racing to try and figure out what just happened.
"I almost had sex with that guy." you mind states to itself.
"I don't want to have sex with guys." your mind says.
You feel a tingle between your legs as your mind thinks about having sex with guys.
"STOP IT!" your brain yells at your body.
"I just need to get away from men, figure this out."
The woman's bathroom seems the best place to do this. You can just lock yourself in the stall, get your head on straight, and then make a break towards your apartment. Then you can lock yourself in your room until this is all over.
"I can do this." your mind thinks as you look down at your shoes. You're walking much better than you have any right to in them.
You look up and see a muscle bound man walking right towards you. "I can do him." you think, before stopping yourself.
You see your right hand is twirling a lock of your hair. "Damn it." you think and it causes your hand to stop.
You don't recall drinking a lot, but your bladder feels fuller than usual. Maybe it's just gotten smaller, you now have to pee. It's probably a good thing you're going to the ladies room.
You manage to enter the mall and see a small corridor which leads to the bathrooms.
You quickly duck into one stalls and shut it, as you pull down your skirt and sit.
You fall back onto the porcelain and realize in your haste, that you failed to notice that the toilet seat was up. You can feel the toilet water splash on your ass cheeks and release whatever is in your bladder. At least you hope that you're releasing your bladder, you have no clue how this body works.
"What kind of girl leaves the seat up? Why is leaving the toilet seat up even an option in the women's room?" you think as you struggle to squirm your way out. Your not strong enough to pull yourself out.
"Help. HELP." you shout in hopes some other woman can hear you. Although you did lock the stall before sitting, you're not sure how much she could help you.
As you look up at the stall, you realize that the stall door is unlocked. Maybe it didn't lock on you, and now it might swing open revealing yourself to anyone who walks by.
You can feel blood rush to your face as the embarrassment hits you.
Suddenly the washroom door opens, as you hear footsteps enter. They're heavier footsteps than you thought. A man's footsteps. Judging by the sound, he's a big guy.
"What kind of perv comes into the ladies room?" you mind asks.
Then it hits you, you're probably in the men's room.
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