I was minding my own business at home, living my life as usual, hoping not to struggle with any gas problems today. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm patterns across my kitchen table where I'd just poured myself a cup of tea. The scent of chamomile filled the air, normally so calming but today doing little to ease my anxiety.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for my belly to start gurgling again. A low, rumbling sensation began deep within me, growing louder by the second. I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling the strange internal movements beneath my skin. The familiar tightness spread through my abdomen, and I knew what was coming next.

O-oh no... Not again... I thought, pressing my lips tightly together as I felt the pressure building. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment even though I was alone. This was supposed to be a good day - I had plans to meet up with Alex later, someone who might actually become a real friend if I could just control this humiliating condition for once.