John was beginning to feel a familiar pressure in his loins as he left the cafeteria. He stopped by the bathroom on his way back to his locker. Positioning himself in front of a urinal, he unzipped his pants and and released his penis from inside. The urinal made a gentle ceramic ringing noise as he emptied his bladder.
Looking down between his legs, he couldn't help but appreciate the aesthetic beauty of his member. Somehow it looks even better than usual. His large foreskin framed the tip nicely, which peeked out only slightly as he aimed it at the urinal. John was so transfixed that he didn't immediately register when his bladder was empty. He stood there staring for a second before the sound of someone entering the washroom broke him from his stupor. He shook off his penis and tucked it back into his pants.
As he washed his hands, John took a moment to inspect his mouth. He hadn't had the opportunity to do so since that morning. His chin was caked with the liquid he had had for lunch, and there was a slick slime now seeping from the slit on his face. Slightly embarassed, he bent down to wash his face. Peeling back the folds of his vulva to ensure there was no residual food between his lips, he did his best to scrub the sour-tasting discharge that had accumulated at his entrance.
It was nearly time for fourth period now. John attempted to wipe the water still clnging to his face, and went to his locker to get his gym clothes.
When John arrived at the changeroom adjoining the gym, most of his peers were already in varying states of undress. He found and empty locker and began changing as well, trying to act casual so as not to draw attention to himself. Things were unusually quiet in the locker room today. Usually, there would be some banter between students, but today, nobody seemed to be in the mood to talk.
Looking around the room, John tried to identify what had gotten them so quiet, peering around, he notice that none of his classmates were behaving as casually as they normally would. They were turning away from the group as they changed, and staring up at the ceiling whenever circumstance forced them to face the center of the room. Everything suddenly made sense, however, when John caught a glimpse of something dangling between a clssmate's legs.
They had an erection. John blushed. All his classmates were aroused, and they were hiding erections. John had a chuckle to himself in his head. He couldn't help but feel a little bit proud for having caused such a stir just by showing his face.
Gym class started mostly without a hitch. Apart from the occasional stares, he was thankful to have a subject in which his classmates were forced to stare at something other than the vagina on his face. As class went on however, he began to notice a peculiar sensation in what would have been his sinuses. At first, he thought it might be a sneeze, or at least, the phantom limb of a sneeze for someone who no longer has a nose, but the sensation would only grow stronger as class went on. It was a strangely familiar sensation, only in an unfamiliar place, but John couldn't quite put a finger on what it was.
By the time the class was most of the way through, the sensation was becoming too intense to ignore. But it wasn't until it was time to do jumping jacks that a little dribble escaped from between his lips. Only John seemed to notice as trace amounts splattered onto the floor in front of him, and John immediately noticed the flavour of salt as it dripped past his mouth.
Oh god. That's pee.
John gestured to the gym teacher, pretending to hold his stomach as he hurried back to the change room. He arrived just in time. No sooner had he kneeled in front of the urinal when his muscles reached their limit. A torrent of warm urine blasted from a tiny hole just above his mouth. The sound of liquid on ceramic rang out throughout the changeroom as he emptied his second bladder. John noted that the stream coming from his vulva was a lot less precise than the one he had grown acustomed too from his penis. He got a front-row-view as he sent particles of urine every which way, forcing him to squint, lest one of the salty droplets ricochet into his eye. Though he no longer had a nose, the acrid smell of the urinal was strong enough to taste as it combined with the urine now dribbling down his chin.
John continued to relieve himself for what felt like ages. By the time the stream subsided, the grid pattern of the bathroom tiles had impressed itself into his knees, which ached from his weight the cold, hard surface.
John's heart nearly leaped from his chest as he got up to clean himself.
Took you long enough. His classmate William was standing in the doorway, waiting for his turn at the urinal.
John wished he could be anywhere by there. Pleading silently that his classmate hadn't notice the urine beading on his chin. He almost certainly did, but he didn't seem to pay it any mind, and simply scurried past John to take his place at the urinal.
John's sense of taste was saturated by liquid sheen that now covered his face. He went into one of the toilet stalls to find toilet paper with which to wipe himself off, and wandered sheepishly back into the gymnasium. It dawned on him that this unpleasant ordeal would be a routine part of life with his new mouth.
