I actually had a surprise leak at work today. I'm still surprised by it. Supervising lunchtime detention, I just felt it happen. Dismissed pupils still sitting down, then had to prize cover off chair, put on my long coat and head over to the caretaker's loo to wash and try to salvage my trousers (dark, patterned viscose, luckily). As a grown woman, it was annoying, but not a disaster, as I can move freely around my place of work and use whichever facilities I need. Had I been 13, it would have been a completely different story. I went to such great lengths to prevent anything like this from happening as a teenager. Boys used to comment on passing girls in the corridors at school, saying "Yeh..." as one walked by, referring to whether they thought they could discern the outline of a sanitary pad in the girl's trousers.