Jim peeled the stained panties off and shimmied them down her legs along with her pantyhose to reveal her crimson tinted vagina. Jim leaned over for a better look and investigated the source of her discomfort, wincing when a drop of blood fell from her pussy lips and mixed with the toilet water below.
"Ugh," thought Jim in disgust, "This isn't exactly the best way for me to be introduced to my new bits." Jim closed her eyes and sat back on the toilet in utter defeat to her new genitalia, which responded to her raising of the white flag with a migraine headache and a renewed sense of the entire world bearing down on her meek shoulders. Her refilled tear ducts tempted the young lady with another crying session but she managed to keep the floodgates closed. "Shit, who knew that a simple slit could have so much control over the entire body, it's almost like it's the control center of the female body instead of the brain. My penis never gave me these kind of troubles. All I had to do with it was keep it clean and avoid low flying footballs. How do girls get anything done when they're like THIS, I just want to swallow a handful of sleeping pills and take a coma until it passes over. I can't even imagine going to classes like during a period, let alone being a cheerleader hopping around all over the place with a big smile on my face while a slasher movie is going on in my panties."
For the next few minutes Jim continued to sit back on the toilet (at least as far back as she could comfortably on a toilet with no backing) pondering how periods got such cute, P.C. names like "riding the crimson wave" or "getting a visit from Aunt Flow" when the best possible descripion for it was "my pussy has gone all Hannibal Lector and is taking me along for the hellride". Jim's vagina seemed to be in agreement with this as another drop of the foul blood dripped into the pink toilet water below.
Jim's dwelling on her current situation was interrupted by the sounds of the restroom door opening and the click clacking of high heels walking towards
her stall. Jim franticly sat up and straightened herself out as the owner of the pair of high heels entered the stall right next to her, set down a small purse on the toilet paper dispenser and then mounted the toilet seat.
Jim knew that most girls carried tampons, tylenol and other menstrual cycle goodies in their purses like they were Halloween candy. The girl in the next stall might be the source of relief that she was in dire need of.
The familiar sound of piss hitting water filled the room, once it stopped the sounds of a tumbling roll of toilet paper and the tearing of it's sheets followed.
It was now or never for Jim as she built up her courage that culminated in a simple, "Hi" escaping her lips.
Jim heard nothing come from the stall next to her except for the sound of toilet paper wiping up piss from between the legs of the girl next to her.
Jim tried again. "Uhhmm, excuse me. I hate to bother you..."
"Oh, you were talking to me," replied a cute voice. "I thought that you were talking on your cell phone. What's up? Did you fall in or something?"
"Uh no, you see I left my purse in..uh..at home and it had all of my, you know, girl stuff in it and I kinda need a.... you know," mumbled Jim, who was a little shy about discussing her new feminine needs. If she was still male she could easily make a thousand crude vagina and tampon jokes without missing a beat, but now that it was a little closer to home she couldn't quite spit it out. It was almost like admitting to someone that you had just shit your pants, awkward and embarassing.
"Let me guess, you're squrting like a stuck pig and you need a patch-up kit to fix the leak. No problem, I've got plenty of spare tampons. I've also got some Midol for cramps and headaches and some gas-x for bloating. Do you need any of those?"
"Oh, yes, please!" Jim felt a sense of joy spread through her as she heard the russelling of purse knick-knacks. She wanted to give the girl the biggest hug she could muster and plant a series of kisses upon the angelic face of her knight in shining armor.
"Here are the pills. Just take what you need and give the containers back to me," said the girl, her arm popped up from under the stall wall and presented Jim with a bottle of Midol and a plastic strip of gas relief tablets. Jim took the offering, divided out her dose and immediately dry swallowed the pills before handing back the bottle and strip to the girl.
"Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me."
"It's cool," said the girl. "Don't forget that I have my period every month, too; so I know how much of a godsend these little pills can be. Now back to the tampon you needed, what kind of flow do you have?"
"Flow," asked Jim in comeplete befuddlement.
"Yeah, flow. How much do you bleed each month? I have medium strength and maximum strength tampons, which one do you need?"
"Um, I need the maximum strength I think," replied Jim sheepishly.
The girl's arm extended once more and presented Jim with a thin device encased in white plastic wrap. Jim took the offering and opened it immediately to reveal a foreign looking contraption that made her cringe at the sight of it since it's final destination was the highly sensitive area right between her legs. She turned the strange object around in her hands trying to figure out which end went in and if it had to go in a certain way.
"Thanks so much," said Jim with a look of confusion on her face. "Could you help me out with one more thing and tell me which end goes in?"
"Don't tell me you don't know how to use a tampon applicator, it's the easiest thing ever," replied the girl in disbelief.
"Well I've never used a tampon before," said Jim, trying to justify her lack of menstrual knowledge. "I've always used those things that are like diapers, um, you know...pads."
"Ugh," exclaimed the girl, "You poor girl, those things are soooo nasty when you have heavy bleeding. Why haven't you ever used tampons before?"
"Well, you see, my mom won't let me because she's really religious and she thinks that it's sinful for a girl to have something inside of...them."
"Geez, sorry to hear that. I didn't know that you had 'Carrie's mom'. It must be rough living with someone like that."
"It's ok. I've moved out of her house and live with my dad now so I might switch over to tampons," lied Jim, trying not to sound like a weirdo
who lived with a crazed cult member. Even though she was presenting herself as a ficitious person and that she should be changed back soon enough, she still cared what the girl thought of her.
"Well, you have to insert a tampon right or else it will hurt like hell or cause an inflammatory infection so I'm coming over," said the girl as she picked up her purse and exited her stall.
"You're doing what?!"
"I'm going to insert it into your vagina just like my mom did when I had my first period so you can see for yourself how it is done," replied the girl, who knocked on the stall door, "So let me in."
"But..but..", stammered Jim. Her face turned beet red at the idea of another girl seeing her in this condition.
"Come on, open up. It's not like you have something that I haven't seen before. Besides, I do some volunteering up at the hospital as part of my Nursing class so I'm used to seeing people naked and being elbow deep in their grossness. Trust me, you don't want to do it yourself and put it in the wrong way."
Jim realized that she was right. She needed her help even if she did know how to get the tampon in since she didn't think that she could bring herself to inserting anything into such a sensitive and foreign area. With this in mind, Jim reached over and unlocked the latch holding the door closed.
