Jeane rationalized that, although their yonus meant they could technically use a urinal, the open-nature of mens washrooms meant the risk of someone finding them out of place in the washroom was higher, thus, for the sake of discretion, Jeane decided it would be more prudent to make their way to the women's washroom.
As a Bo-Fe, Jeane's genital situation was unique to say the least, if one could even call them genitals.
Between Jeane's legs was a yonus, a genital structure adapted specifically to help the other two sexes remain healthy through intercourse. The lower part of Jeane's yonus was very much akin to a vulva in shape and design, with two pairs of lips and a hole at the bottom for intercourse. However, where the clitoris would have been on a normal set of genitalia, there was a shaft, up the length of which ran the inner lips of Jeane's genitals the inner surface of which were covered with taste-buds, not unlike the ones on their tongue. The yonus' lips ended at a point at the tip of the shaft. Jeane's urethra was located about 3/4 of the way up their shaft, far enough for them to direct their stream much in the way a male would.
After ensuring their door was left unlocked, Jeane crept down the hallway towards the women's washroom. Once arrived at the door, Jeane peaked inside and, confident that the coast was clear, slid into one of the stalls and dropped their pants.
Jeane shivered as they felt the cold air chill the lips of their yonus, they were still wet from when Jeane had been aroused earlier.
After composing themself, Jeane unclenched their muscled and began to relieve themselves standing up.
The sound of splashing could be heard as Jeane answered the call of nature. As they went, Jeane idly reached down and stuck their finger under the stream, they then brought that finger to their lips for a taste.
Although a Bo-Fe could sill produce fluids of their own, they barely qualified as nutrition, and so, weren't much good for anyone. Still, Jeane had to admit, their own flavour wasn't so bad. Though it definitely was lacking something compared to what they had had for dinner.
Suddenly, Jeane heard the sound of the washroom door opening. They held their breath. For a moment, all that could be heard was the splashing of the toilet in the women's washroom.
Was Jeane going to be caught? What would happen if they were? They could see the outline of a figure as they passed by the crack in the stall door. Then, they heard someone speak.
"Why the fuck are you standing up to pee? I swear to god, if I have to call a custodian one more goddamn time..." the voice trailed off.
Then, as quickly as the mysterious figure had arrived, Jeane heard the sound of the washroom door closing.
Had the person left? Could Jeane now creep safely out of their stall? Jeane listened intently as they wiped themselves off and shook the shaft of their yonus.
