My name is Wendy and very upset and embarrassed about something that I did when I was with my boyfriend last night. We went to a hockey game together, and I didn't eat anything before the game so I was starving, and so I ended up eating two hotdogs and a bunch of other stuff during the game. I'm usually not a big eater, and so my boyfriend couldn't believe how much I ate. When the game was over my stomach cramp and I had the urge to go number two. I told my boyfriend I needed to use the bathroom, but he asked me if I could hold it so that we could beat the busy traffic. So I agreed. But during the car ride home I started to get desperate. We were stuck in bumper to bumper to traffic and I was doing all I could not to burst and mess myself in my boyfriend's car. Since we were stopped because of the traffic, and there was a mini mall right where we were stopped I told my boyfriend that I have to go bad and that I was going to use the mall bathroom, and I jumped out of the car and bolted to the mall to look for a bathroom. When I got inside the mall the lights were dim, and there was a janitor mopping floor. I asked him if I could use the bathroom and he told me the mall is closed and he didn't have the key to the bathoom. At that moment I got a very severe urge, and I had to just stop and cross my legs. The janitor asked me if I was ok, but I couldn't even answer him. I was doing everything I could to hold it and not go in my pants. And then my boyfriend walked in the mall and asked me if I was ok. His voice sounded very slow, and everything seemed to be going in slow motion, and I felt really dizy. I just stood there with my legs crossed and not answering them. I remember my boyfriend and the janitor standing beside me talking, but I wasn't talking back. And then I started to go number two in my pants. I couldn't believe it was happening. I felt my pants completely fill up and I felt it coming out of my thong underwear and into my jeans and down one of my jean legs. I just stood there in front of my boyfriend and did my business in my pants. When I was finished going, my boyfriend said, "did you just do what I think you did?" I was so mortified that I couldn't speak. I just stood there not saying anything. Finally, my boyfriend said, "come on Wendy, I'll drive you home." And he took me by the arm and led my to his car, and helped me get in, and drove me home. I completely stunk up his car, and I'm sure I messed up his car seat pretty bad, although it was dark and I couldn't see anything. I tried to comfort me and talk to me on the way home, but I didn't say one thing. When he got to my house he said good bye to me, and told me not to worry about it, and I got out and went in my house a bolted to the bathroom and showered and got cleaned up and I washed my clothes in the basement.  My brother said whats that terrible smell, but other then that, nobody in my house knew what I did. But the problem I'm having now, is I can't seem to face my boyfriend because I'm so embarrassed. I don't know if I could even talk to him. He keeps texting me and leaving messages on my phone, but I haven't answered him. I know he's a nice guy, but I don't know if he will every look at me the same way after what I did, and I just feel so ashamed and embarrassed. I just don't know what to do.