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TMI - I shat myself yesterday.
Made it to my brother's because I knew I was holding something in that would not stay contained. Walking up the stairs to the bathroom I vented a little with every step.
Had to call home & ask Dad to come pick me up. With a towel to clothe my nether regions in. Knickers, tights, skirt - all affected.
Oh, also - hairdresser (booked weeks ago) gave me an Anne Hathaway.
My bosoms may be shrinking, but I am not ready for a boy-cut.
Sigh. Not a great day, yesterday.
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