"I'm not a cripple" she said and sat down but let out a yelp as she stood right back up. Looking down at the seat the shiny metal of the seatbelt reflected the summer sun. She reached down into her pants and touched her lip. Bringing her hand up to her face she saw a smudge of blood on her finger.
"I cut my lip" I heard her say
"Be careful sweetie" I said and moved the seatbelt out of her. She sat down and she immediately squirmed a bit and then parted her legs slightly.
"It's hard to breath" she said but with her mouth smashed up against the car seat all Jim heard was a muffled "Iffs jhar oo hreafff."
"What?" he said
"Iffs jhar ooo hreafff" she said again but a little louder.
"ohh fjuh ieh" he heard her say as she crossed her arms and looked sadly out the window.
He reached over to hold her hand and she pulled it away.
She had all but given up on trying to breath out of her mouth about 10 minutes into the trip. The plastic seat proved to be an indomitable obstacle in getting air in and out of her mouth and the harder she tried the more she should sounds coming from that part of her body. "God, he thinks I'm farting" she thought as one particular obnoxious noise caused by her breath breaking the seal between her lips and the plastic seat made a squeak. That thought made consider again her predicament. What if she has to pass gas and oh God, what if she has to poop? It's going to happen sooner or later. How will she do this? Her thoughts go back to college when her friends would help each other by holding their hair back and out of the toilet when either of them had had too much to drink. She thought of herself now, kneeling in front of a toilet so she could relieve herself one way but having to sit down as usual to relieve herself when she had to pee.
These thoughts made her start to cry. What kind of life is she going to live and how will her husband deal with this? What is going to happen to their sex life when a simple kiss is now not such a simple kiss? Oral sex had never been something she was fond of because of insecurities about her body.
She thought back to in the trailer how he had kissed her on the forehead. Was he so disgusted at what was on her face that he would not ever kiss her on the cheek for fear of being too close to her anus? She did have to admit that through their entire life together; anal anything was a no go for him. Was this going to drive them apart?
The van pulled in to a courtyard surrounded on 3 sides by a small wall and the other a bank of glass doors.
"We're here" the doctor said as the driver opened the door and offered Janice a hand out of the van.
Standing out in the warm desert air, Janice noticed how having your mouth in your butt crack was not a good thing in a hot van on plastic seats as she felt how her lips where wet with sweat. Perhaps having underwear would help somewhat but that all remains to be seen. For now, she just swallowed hard and then licked the salty wetness from her lips. She spread her legs slightly and felt the breeze that passed through the cotton scrubs evaporate some of the icky wetness. It was kind of refreshing in a very weird sort of way.
They walked through the glass doors and were led to what they called a dorm room but it had all the amenities of a luxury condo.
As the driver brought some supplies in she decided it was time to use the bathroom. For the last 20 minutes she had been tying to put it out of her mind but nature was defiantly calling and she couldn't take it anymore. The last thing she wanted was for someone to know that she was using the toilet so when nobody was looking she snuck into the bathroom.
Staring at the toilet she stood there for a few moments building up courage to do what needed to be done and also to guage what had to be done. She didn't really feel that she needed to poop so she was confident that all she needed to do was sit down and pee.
Finally, after not being able to put it off any longer she pulled down her scrubs and sat down. Almost immediately her bladder let lose with a spray of urine. She focused on keeping her mouth shut tight and stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to imagine what is going on down there. How disgusting is it to think that just a few inches from where the urine was coming out was her mouth. A couple of times she felt as if she needed to pass gas but based upon her experience with the doctor, she tried very hard not to let that happen. Luckily, she got by for now.
Finally it was over and she used almost an entire roll of toiled paper wiping every square inch of skin she could reach and if that wasn't enough she used a face cloth with soapy water to wipe around her mouth even more before she pulled up her pants.
Looking in the mirror she stared into her own eyes. Blocking the surgical mask with the palm of her hand she imagined that nothing had happened and all was normal.
Getting brave, she pulled the mask down. Slowly it slid down off of her chin, she closed her eyes as she felt it pass over her anus and off her face. She placed her hand over it and opened her eyes. That was better, with the mask gone it was easier to pretend nothing had happened. She stared and tried to will her self back to normal, thinking if she believed that nothing was wrong then everything would have to be ok.
She removed her hand and it was still there. She leaned closer to the mirror and noticed how her skin closest to the anus was slightly darker that the skin on her face and looking yet closer she could see little hairs in the darker area. She reached up and touched the skin around the anus. Again, phantom feelings conflicted with what her eyes and fingers were telling her and what her brain knew or thought it knew. If she closed her eyes she would had sworn she was reaching around and touching her butt, but in opening her eyes, she still struggled to register that those feelings were coming not from her butt but from her face.
Suddenly she pulled the mask back up over her chin. She washed her hands for what seemed like an eternity and walked out to meet her husband.
