And in her mind, it was something she dreaded. She had to pee. Darn his mother and her coffee drinking habits. Her bladder was not meant to hold a pot of coffee.
A few things popped into her mind, she had walked effortlessly to the phone and back to the counter area when she did not think about it. When she tried to think about how to move, she could not do it. She wondered if this was the same for other things.
She walked over to the half bath room located off of the kitchen and all the while was reminded she was in heels thanks to the clicking sounds coming from the linoleum. She began to panic as she thought about it; she did not know how to pee in this body. She was used to standing up and aiming; now she did not have that luxury.
She decided to not think about it and just do it, and she effortlessly slid down her skirt, hose and panties and sat down. She wadded some toilet paper up and relaxed her muscles. She heard the sound of her bladder relieving the pressure that had built up and not thinking about it she wiped her bottom like she had done so for years. She stood up without pulling up her skirt and other items and looked at the mirror. It hit her, she had something foreign to Jon right there in front of him.
What was he supposed to do with that? He was curious
