God grief, I thought, has it come to this? I have to pee with other vagina guys the way girls go to the washroom together? But once Jeff made me think about it, I did have to pee.
Strictly out of habit I trudged over to a bush. Jeff followed. Then we both squatted and somehow peed into the sand. Letting go didn't feel that much different, but releasing sure did. It was more of a gush than a stream, and it seemed to come out of the wrong place.
"Aren't we supposed to wipe or rinse or something?" Jeff asked. "I used to hear my mom nagging my sister about that."
"Yeah, I suppose we should," I agreed. I suppose I could have wished for a roll of toilet paper, or even full bathroom, but that wasn't the spirit of the adventure. "Let's go wading," I suggested.
It was weird going in the water. Instead of feeling my dick and balls float up, I felt the sea water entering my new girl parts. It didn't feel bad, though. Briefly I worked my legs around and cleaned myself with one finger. That didn't feel bad either.
Adam and Joseph watched with interest as Jeff and I left the water. Clearly they were watching our vaginas, not the rest of us, and that was making both guys erect.
"You wanna explore the island?" I asked before things got any more heated.
"Sure," said Joseph. "Jeff, why don't you and I go south?"
"That works for me," Adam proclaimed. "Jon, let's go north."
