I stood hidden behind the thick bushes, heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

After weeks of planning and secret construction, I had finally done it.

Right in the middle of this popular city park, I had built what looked like a completely normal, clean public outhouse. From the outside, it was unremarkable — just a simple wooden structure with a “In Use” sign and a small latch on the door.

But inside… it was anything but normal.

The walls were made of high-quality one-way glass. When I flipped the hidden switch to turn on the light inside, the interior became completely transparent from the outside while remaining a normal mirror for whoever was using it. They would see only their own reflection and believe they had total privacy.

I had positioned the outhouse along a well-used path that many women took — university students, office ladies, housewives, joggers… all kinds of beautiful women passed by here every day. And now, I could watch them all in complete secrecy as they lifted their skirts or pulled down their pants and relieved themselves.

A wicked smile crept across my face as I waited.

Then I heard it.

In the distance, coming down the path, was the unmistakable sound of desperate, hurried footsteps… accompanied by loud, wet, uncontrolled farts.

BRRRAAAAPPP!

PFFFRRRRTTT!

BBBBRRRRPPPP!

Each heavy step was punctuated by a powerful blast. Whoever it was, she was clearly struggling badly and failing to hold it in. The footsteps grew louder and more frantic as she approached the outhouse, another long, bubbling fart echoing through the park.

FRRRRRTTT—!

I quickly flipped the switch, turning on the light inside the outhouse. The one-way glass activated.

My pulse raced as I waited, eyes fixed on the door.

She was almost here.