"Hang on!" I yelled, still somewhat troubled by my new voice.
I finished peeing and cleaning up (even that felt somewhat good I had to admit, maybe it was just the new experience of it all). I breathed in heavily as I opened the door. I knew she was going to yell at me. She knew what I was doing, right? Damnit...why couldn't I be more careful?
When I opened the door, I saw my body in tears.
"Well, it's about time!" My body yelled at me.
I noticed a big wet spot on Kathy's--er---my? pants. She pushed me out and slammed the door in my face.
"What happened?" I yelled in.
"Fuck you!" Kathy screamed back, "I'm not prepared to deal with your...equipment! I had to fucking pee and you were in here, I didn't know how to hold it!"
