Heading for the bathroom, Jon continued to wiggle his butt as he sauntered down the hallway. Finding the door locked he gave a gentle knock and stood outside. He heard Mikey answer that he'd be out in a minute. Jon stood outside the door with his arms folded under his chest. He felt a sudden urgent need to pee so he knocked on the door a bit more forcefully this time. Mike just replied with a cheeky laugh, "Just a second Jon. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Jon ignored his brother, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
Eventually Mikey came out and said, "Sorry bro. Maybe if you didn't spend all morning swanning around your room you could have gotten to the bathroom before me." Jon just said "whatever" and then went inside and closed the door. As he was closing the door with one hand he was opening the buttons on the front of his pants with the other, not wanting to waste anytime. He wasn't sure if he had the same bladder control with his new plumbing and he didn't want to find out the hard way. In one movement he grabbed the waist of his pants and his panties and pulled them down and turned his back to the toilet and sat. He let out a yelp when his butt went lower than he expected. Mike had left the seat up and Jon had nearly gotten his butt wet. He rebalanced himself and quickly put the seat down before sitting again and releasing his bladder. He tried to ignore the loud spray as he peed and he thought he could hear Mikey giggling at his misfortune. He remembered how Zoe had often given them both a hard time over leaving the seat up and he had always laughed it off. Toilet seats were a girls problem but now Jon could empathise with the annoyance of it all.
Jon soon finished up and after wiping himself pulled his panties and pants back up. He went to the sink to wash his hands and studied his reflection. His face was unchanged but everything below the neck was female. He couldn't help but feel weird to be moving with a grace and lightness he had never experienced before but whenever he tried to correct himself it just felt unnatural. After washing his hands he brushed his teeth, mesmerised by the jiggling in his top.
Once he was finished he glided down the stairs and said goodbye to his mom as he headed out the door. She handed him a slice of toast and insisted he eat it on the way to school. He would have to get up a bit earlier from now on as all these distractions were delaying him in the morning.
