One hour later my mom stoped at a gas station so her and my sisters could pee and to get us snacks, as I walked in side the gas station and looked around while waiting I couldn’t help but look at the Boys room which was agonizingly tempting to me, Clair who was one of my two younger sisters, teased me by saying “Awhhhhhhhhhh, what a relief”,which made my other three sisters laugh. “Okay kids I’m almost done here, go wait for me in the car”, my mom told us as she finished up with the cashier.
By this point my little bladder felt like a small water balloon, which meant it wasn’t quite yet at the point when I need a full on potty dance, but just enough to make me do a small shift or two in my seat once every few minutes. Of corse my mom not being done with the cashier yet my sisters took the opportunity to tease me mercilessly about needing to pee. Rosie, who was my oldest sister, started singing ‘Waterfalls’ by Beyoncé. My second oldest sis decided it was a good time to remind me not to think about ‘tinkle toilets’, my other sis you was one of the twins who where both younger then me, decided to make flowing water sounds and going “awhhhhhhhhh” with grin. “Okay little critters, off we go”, my mama said happily. The we hit a speed bump on our way out and where off.
About an hour later my bladder was about an 7 on a scale of 1-10, which was enough to make me grab my self and cross my legs, “Mom, I really have to pee”, I whined. “You better hold it Boy”, she said rather sternly, “ You better keep that urine inside that penis of yours”, which caused all my sisters to laugh and my oldest sister to say in a rather babyish tone, “Baby has a penis”. After the end of the last hour was about 10 minutes away, my mom decided to stay in a motel instead of that crowded house which was housing 8 other Family members for the weekend we where staying in town, so we existed the freeway and found a motel.
At this point my little seven year-old bladder was absolutely bursting, I was in a full on sit down potty dance, complete with legs crossing, toes clenching, squirming, worming, shifting, bouncing and of course the dance move which is probably the signature move of the little boy pee-pee dance, the crotch grab. My sore little penis felt like a swollen hose about to burst. “Don’t you pee, don’t you pee”, my Mama said stern, “Don’t you dare pee-pee in this car or your little bottom is going to be as sore as that pee-pee of yours”, “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am”, I said in a squeaky voice with a teary-eyed red little face. We parked grabbed our stuff and went to the lobby to check in.
As we went up to the counter to check in I was in a dance to save my life, hoping and bouncing, jumping and bouncing and every dance move in between to the delight of my sisters. “Okay ma’am, I need your credit card, triple A card and an i.d.”, the receptionist said to my mother. The receptionist then looked down at me and said with a smile in a sweet comforting voice, “Hey there sweetheart, do you really need to go potty?”, “Yes, really really bad”, I said in my squeaky desperate voice”, “Well then, you better be a strong little man and wait if mama tells you to wait, even bladder listen to mama”. Then, it happened, I just couldn’t hold on it anymore. A gusher of pee started shooting out of my little pee-pee. Then after the room was ready, we headed up to the room and my now sore butt went straight to bed, not looking forward to a day holding it in tomorrow now that lost my bathroom privileges for the whole day as punishment.