Before she could say another word Myrtles midsection was racked with a sensation familiar yet suddenly foreign somehow. She stopped dead in her tracks, slightly doubled over with one hand on her stomach and the other supporting her on the podium she’d just stepped out in front of. That got the students attention. They all perked up and watched while she stared down at her feet trying to connect dots that she knew she should instinctually put together in an instant. Something was different. Her shoes looked different come to think of it. She thought she remembered putting on some sensible black flats before she left the house but these looked white Velcro and sparkly. Focus Myrtle, she shook her head, her body was trying to tell her something!
“Are you ok, professor?” One of her students spoke up. Looking up, Professor Coleridge was almost surprised to see so many young people looking at her so intently.
“Do you need anything?” One asked
“Are you dancing?” A third prodded. Sure enough Myrtles legs had pressed together as she started to bounce in place without her knowledge
“Oh!” And that’s when it hit her as she blurted “I need to potty!” Why the hell did she say it like that? “I mean go potty…go TO the potty.” That might have been as close as she’d get
In that moment most of her students shot their hands up. Still disoriented and taken aback Professor Coleridge picked one who asked…
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