Chapter 1: New year’s day

January 1st 2001 03:30 GMT and now there could be no doubt that this was the 3rd millennium. As Tanya stood on her doorstep in her long black skirt and white jumper locking the door she had to decide. Could she go through with her New Year resolution?

In some ways it seemed now a bit silly but no, it had been thought out thoroughly and as she looked back at the event that had started the process off she carefully prepared herself...

It was in August when she had emerged from the ladies loo on the other side of her building from her office to be accosted by two violent men who tried to snatch her handbag.

She had become a second dan karate black-belt during her time as a journalist in the Far East and was able to put her skills to work to fight them off. The two men were big and quite fit so she had been unable to arrest them but they had run off very quickly.

While she had been unhurt this had upset Tanya as there had been previous incidents when other high profile presenters had met with violent intruders inside the corporations west London buildings and there had been grand announcements that everything had been done to secure the site.

Tanya took this up with the Director General himself to get something done but the DG had said that everything that could be done was in hand and that this was an isolated incident and he was sure that nothing like this would happen again.

In the heat of the moment Tanya had told the DG that she would not be using the corporations toilet facilities until she could see that everything had been done and she suggested that moving the community programme unit to a Portakabin in the carpark would be a good start since most of their programmes involved interviewing criminals like those who attacked her.

From this point on Tanya had been good to her word not once entering any of the corporation’s toilets. She had a slight advantage over the other women in the news room being the key breakfast show presenter and therefore having her own dressing room where she could attend to touching up her makeup with her own dresser to hand, but still she had to hold it from half past two in the morning till about lunch time when she was returned home by limousine.

There had only been a few close calls during this time although she had often been very full. She had to sip her drink to keep her voice lubricated while on air and the first was after a particularly difficult show when the post mortem meeting had gone on a bit and she had felt her bladder about to burst. Tanya had been quite active in the meeting and had found herself standing up and now leaning on the back of a chair trying to make the point that it was the directors responsibility to wind up an interview with a boring politician and that she wasn’t going to do it just so that the director didn’t look bad in front of his government chums.

At last the inevitable happened and Tanya had felt the moist sensation in her knickers and now she clenched her legs tightly together but still her crotch became increasingly moist and a slow trickle began to run down her left leg.

What could she do – The trickling down her leg was distracting her quite significantly, but in another way it felt nice and warm – there was nothing to do but to accept it and carry on. She could not leave the meeting because they would think that she was being a prima donna and using her position rather than logical argument to win her point, and even if she left the room where could she go, she could not break her promise.

At least she was wearing a skirt and when the trickling had stopped she deftly brushed her right ankle over her left leg to disperse the remaining drops and stood behind the next chair in order to disassociate herself from the barely noticeable damp patch on the carpet.

After the meeting she returned to her dressing room to remove her now very damp knickers but before removing them she allowed herself a last spurt as she stood in front of the mirror. Her knickers were not going to get any wetter and apart from the concentrated expression on her face nothing could be seen. Tanya then put her wet knickers in to a plastic bag before going home knickerless.

This day had two new experiences for her as she had not wet herself before (at least as an adult) and had not gone outside in public without knickers on (although she never wore them in front of the camera to avoid VPL).

The second time was after a similar meeting but this time she was in the limousine on the way home when as before the wetness just sneaked up on her. The car was in slow moving traffic so nothing could be done to minimise the damage, she just had to sit there in the back and let it happen.

Tanya was not worried about discovery as her driver, Simmonds, who had been with the corporation for forty one years was very reliable and trustworthy having never divulged anything her friends had mentioned while being transported home with her after particularly boozy lunches.

After all it was her limousine and it had just been valeted so the seat would dry in the 20 hours before it had to be done again.

All she could do was carefully rearrange her skirt and now that this time it was not a shock that she had wet herself she began to enjoy the feeling of wetness as her pee started to force its way into her knickers before soaking into the seat beneath her as she sat back and looked out through the tinted windows at the occupants of the other cars.

Did they feel the relief that she was feeling as Tanya forced the last spurt from her bladder when the pressure had subsided?

When she got home Tanya released a final spurt into the limousine seat.

Tanya just let her skirt fall down to cover her wet knickers as she got out of the car and walked to her front door. This time she realised how lucky she had been again that she was wearing a skirt and went straight to her wardrobe to remove all of her trousers, she had been trying to work out what to get rid of to make way for her new outfits and now it was obvious that all of her trousers could go to the charity shop.

The third time had been a little bit different. It was an outside broadcast from Westminster green in late November after the prime minister had resigned when it had been revealed that he had taken a bung to bomb Yugoslavia.

Tanya had not been so full that she had started to leak out but she knew that before long the cold weather would cause the inevitable to happen and she did not want it to happen while she was on air. As it was quite cold out she was wearing a long skirt and this would enable her to be discreet. As she finished her interview with the home secretary she had only a few minutes before the next link so she remained standing in front of the camera and just relaxed.

The wetness came straight away and with no knickers to obstruct the flow she felt it run down her thighs and soak into her stockings.

Tanya had become so engrossed in what she was doing that she did not notice the sound man pick up the gun microphone and was completely oblivious until she heard the director bark. “Get that microphone away from the waterfall.”

The sound engineer scratched his head and just put it down to a boat on the Thames having a large wake as Tanya’s flow subsided and she proceeded with the link to the weather with a smile on her face.

... Tanya continued her preparations now facing the front door at 45 degrees, legs slightly apart, turning the key back and forth.

Then it started.

Her first pee of the day came quickly. Tanya had been out partying the night before and had an extra cup of tea this morning to make sure. It was easy.

The stream falling neatly between her legs then being absorbed into the doormat before running out and over the edge of the two steps which led down from the front door.

It felt good – really good – too good to stop but Tanya froze her position and stopped moving the key. She now started looking around – who was watching – this was so public.

It was still dark and as the flow subsided Tanya removed the key and put it away as she hurried down the steps, feeling a last unexpected trickle run down her legs, soaking into the tops of her stockings.

As she rounded the corner to her waiting limousine Simmonds was standing ready to open the door for her. “Morning ma’am.” Simmonds greeted her.

“Good morning Simmonds.” Tanya replied as she got in.

Now that she had started Tanya was on track for 100% peeing without a toilet.

Tanya thought that she had better brief Simmonds on the new situation because from now on she would be peeing in the limousine almost every day. There was no point in beating about the bush.

“Simmonds.” She said. “I don’t know if you are aware but I have had a small problem with incontinence ever since I was attacked. It appears to be getting worse especially when riding on bumpy roads; I thought it only fair to tell you.”

“I am sure that it won’t be a problem ma’am.” Replied Simmonds. “Mrs. Simmonds has suffered with it for years, she just makes sure that she drinks plenty – that way any mishaps are very dilute and once it dries there is nothing to notice. Perhaps you should have a little chat with Mrs. Simmonds – here I’ll jot our phone number down for you.”

Simmonds busily scribbled the phone number down an a small square of paper while he was still driving and handed it over his shoulder to Tanya, his lack of concentration causing several bumps in the road to be negotiated without Simmonds normal care.

These distractions could come in handy later Tanya thought as the journey continued in silence to the corporation.

At the corporation Tanya went straight up to her dressing room where Natalie her dresser was already hard at work preparing the day’s outfit.

As Tanya walked in, Natalie was bent over the shoe rack, her miniskirt riding high up over her well rounded bottom displaying her naked fanny to anyone who should walk in. It had been Natalie who had shown Tanya the benefits of going knickerless to prevent VPL rather than wearing tights like some of the other presenters and now it was Tanya’s turn to show Natalie her new permanent knickerless status.

“Tra – ra!” exclaimed Tanya as she lifted the front of her skirt to show Natalie her bare fanny.

Natalie stood up and turned round. When she saw Tanya she clapped.

“I know what your New Year resolution was.” Said Natalie.

Tanya did not want to expand on the fact that her New Year resolution was more than just going knickerless.

“What was yours?” Asked Tanya.

“I am going to make a point of flashing someone in a public place every day.” Replied Natalie. “Whether it’s a girl that would look good without knickers or a guy just to give him a treat I don’t care, it’s free and it makes people smile – why don’t you join me.”

Tanya reflected on this. If she had been ten years younger or had a much lower profile she might have considered joining Natalie now that she was feeling so hot and in the mood for a bit of fun.

“I can’t Natalie.” Replied Tanya. “I’m too well known – everyone will recognise me straight away – I’m pretty unpopular with the DG as it is.”

“Don’t worry I can fix all that, I’ve got some really tarty stuff you can wear and I’ll fix your hair so not even your mum will recognise you. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. We’ll take your limo straight after the show to my place and take it from there.”

The show went smoothly even though it was new year’s day and Natalie waited behind for Tanya to finish the after show meeting.

Tanya had taken on board Simmonds advice to drink plenty and was already busting when she met up with Natalie in reception.

The women got in the limousine, Natalie getting into the mood of her resolution curtseyed for Simmonds in such a way that he couldn’t fail to get an eyeful before sliding seductively into the back seat while Tanya swivelled in with the grace of royalty carefully scrunching her skirt up behind her so that her bare bottom was on the seat.

As soon as the limousine hit the first speed hump Tanya started to pee, two small silent spurts at first followed by an unintentional continuous 90 second hiss prompted by the second speed hump.

Tanya made no attempt to stem the flow knowing that there would be nowhere to pee once she had left the limousine. She had hoped that she could have been a bit quieter and more discrete because she knew that Natalie sensed something, the way that she looked at Tanya’s skirt scuffed up behind and looked for the source of the hissing noise.

The game was up when they got to Natalie’s and Simmonds opened the door for Tanya to get out. Natalie instead of waiting for her door to be opened slid across the seat to exit behind Tanya. The dampness of the seat on Natalie’s bottom immediately told her what had gone on beneath Tanya. Simmonds drove off home leaving the two women outside Natalie’s flat.

“You witch Tanya! You’re a bit of a dark horse, there’s me thinking that I am the wildest person around and you deliberately pee in the limo! Just like that, not an accident or you would have wet your skirt but deliberately! Let’s get inside we need to talk – wow! Now I know why your stockings were all wet this morning.”

Tanya silently followed Natalie up the stairs and into her flat not knowing whether to apologise or not for giving Natalie a wet bum.

“Wow I don’t believe you, do you always do that?” Asked Natalie.

“Starting today, yes.” Replied Tanya in an apologetic voice. “That was the rest of my resolution. You remember that argument I had with the DG after the incident with the muggers?”

“Yes.”

“Well I told the DG that I wouldn’t use the corporation’s toilets until he did something and I haven’t since. This has led to me wetting myself on several occasions because I couldn’t hold it and it felt so good that I decided on my New Year’s resolution to give up peeing in toilets altogether. I thought I could be discreet but I’ve been sussed already now that you’ve found out.”

“You know that you can rely on my discretion.” Said Natalie comfortingly. “But you’re going to have to be careful or you’ll find yourself in the tabloids if someone recognises you knickerless let alone wetting yourself, ‘though no publicity these days is bad publicity.”