Brendon alighted from the carriage with Eleanor, before walking toward the tea house. "Oh, I'm sure you will simply love Isabelle and Olivia! They are simply exemplary examples of women," Eleanor gushed.
"I'm sure," Brendon said coolly. Then he noticed a slight need between his legs. "If you would excuse me for a moment beforehand, however, I must visit the powder room. Could you tell me where it is?"
"Oh, yes, of course," Eleanor said. "Just in here, down the hall," she said, pointing to the lavatories inside the tea house. "We should be at that table in that corner."
"I look forward to rejoining you," Brendon said courteously. Eleanor gave a curtsy to him as they parted, and Brendon returned the motion on instinct, though his apparel kept him from doing it properly.
And with that Brendon set out in the direction of the bathrooms, making sure not to rush despite the urgency demanded by his bladder. He mustn't rush, that would be unseemly.
Brendon stepped inside, both unaware of that he was entering the facilities set aside for ladies, and of the fact that his brown hair was darkening and begin to curl, the ringlets emerging from his scalp and corkscrewing as they grew longer.
