A patient enters to do some business

The bathroom door creaked open once more, and in came a young brunette. In the back of your mind, you knew that you were in a semi-public place, and that you would be caught in an awkward situation for feeling yourself up, but you were still taken by surprise by the sudden intrusion nonetheless. "Oh... I'm..." you began as you quickly staggered back from the sink to recollect yourself. However, your heels had other plans. You felt that your last step wasn't planted well, and your legs quickly gave way. As you fell, you extended your arms forward in a last attempt to steady yourself before your vision faded.

Soon enough, your vision returned to you, and you were glad that you weren't injured from that accident. However, that quickly proved to be the least of your concerns as you found yourself staring into your mom's face. It was the same face you were staring at moments earlier, but you quickly realized that you were no longer gazing into the bathroom mirror. Instead, you found yourself knelt down on the floor, and your sleeker arms were now propping your mom's supine form.

"Martha? Martha!" You glanced up to see a frantic Hannah hurrying to your mom's side, seemingly realizing the situation after exiting the stall. By instinct, you gave a small gesture in response, which was quickly greeted by Hannah's confused look. "Uh.. hi," she responded meekly, as if greeting a stranger.

Before the awkwardness took hold of the atmosphere, you felt your mom stirring. "What...what is going on? Why..why am I here? I thought I was in....OW!" Your mom winced as she grabbed her right ankle. You quickly recalled that you lost footing on your right foot as you stepped back earlier, and part of you felt sorry for bringing your mom such misfortune. Unfortunately, you were still in too much of a daze to respond, as you simply continued with a blank stare.

"Martha! Oh I'm so happy that you're awake. I thought... I really thought..." Hannah could hardly finish her sentence before before she broke into tears. She hugged Martha tightly, who responded in kind with a motherly embrace. "It's ok. It's ok, Hannah. I'm here. No need to cry." Upon unhanding Hannah, your mom gave you a small smile. "Were you the one who caught me before I fell?"

"Umm..yea," you responded tersely, as you helped your mom stand up from the floor. To be honest, you still weren't consciously thinking at this point, as you just let your body run on autopilot for now.

"Mom, can you walk?" you asked her as she steadied herself on both her legs.

"Thanks, I'm fine. It's just a small sprain. Wait... did you say, 'Mom'?"

You quickly corrected yourself in embarrassment. "Sorry sorry. I meant 'Ma'am'. It's just...you looked somewhat like my mom."

Your mom gave a small chuckle. "I see. I'm actually here for my son, and honestly, it actually felt comforting to hear someone call me 'mom' just now."

You barely held back your tears as your mom took Hannah's hand and gingerly walked out the door. "I'm sorry, mom," you whispered as you took one last glimpse at your enduring mother. You wanted to reach out to tell her that you were here, but something tells you that it would just hurt her even more, so you let it go for now.

Staring back into the mirror, you took a closer glimpse at your new body. As expected, you were now the ponytailed brunette who entered the bathroom earlier. Despite being your third switch in a short period of time, you can't help but feel stunned at such a progression of events thus far. You were afraid that you might start developing dissociative identity disorder just from the recent switches. Your new body's smooth skin and youthful vigor was a sign that you were much younger than before, probably similar to Mindy in age. However, her attire was more similar to your mom's, sporting a professional royal blue skirt suit with a pink ribbon blouse underneath. Most notably, your breasts were now a smaller size than your mom's, but it was easily made up for by sensitivity, which you could attest when you softly prodded them with a finger. The ensuing shockwave traveling through your body made up jump a little. You actually almost fell again when you realized that your new body was also wearing heels, displaying the matching color as your suit. Luckily, these heels were shorter than the last pair you worn, so you were able to avoid experiencing déjà vu for now.

That small stumble alerted you to something on the floor. Kneeling down, you saw a plastic bag containing some towelettes, a small container that reminded you of one of your grandpa's many pill bottles, and a set of instructions. "What is this? Did mom dropped this earlier?" you thought. Upon closer look though, your question was immediately answered, and your face became flushed with a deep red.

"This...this is a urine test?! Is it for...me?" The question was obviously rhetorical, since your left wrist had a hospital band on it, signifying that you were an outpatient, and your mom was definitely not here for an appointment. And now that you think about it, you could feel a slight bulging pressure between your legs. You gave yourself a small facepalm, thinking, "Well, what do you expect, you doofus? Why else would she come to the bathroom? It's normal, just don't overthink it, now..." For a moment, you did consider possessing another body, but no one else came in the bathroom in the meantime. You didn't want to head out the bathroom at this point, as you felt that it was a 'safe' space, a place to separate you from the cruel reality outside. You supposed that using the toilet was as inevitable as breathing, so it's not like you could avoid it forever, even in your disembodied form, ironically.

Sighing in submission, you shuffled into an open stall. You initially tried unzipping your bottom, but you quickly noticed that your skirt didn't have any. More specifically, it wasn't found in the front, but was instead on the side. After pulling down the skirt, you found that you had to pull down the brown pantyhose as well, which was harder than it looked. Removing the white lace panties revealed your biggest fear, the lack of your familiar member. "Great, so how am I supposed to do this?" you asked exasperatingly as you opened the bag to pull out the contents.

"This is normal. This is normal. Just doing what the doctor asked, I think," you mumbled as you wiped your genitals with the provided towelette. You closed your eyes as you tried to avoid viewing someone else's nether regions, but the tactile sensations alone were too much for you, as you felt your folds becoming erect. It was sending shivers through your whole body, far stronger than your little play before. Those shivers intensified when you finally released the contents of your bladder into the collection cup. You knew that your body's switch was turned on, and you were simply at the mercy of that switch.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything," you repeated, as you finished filling the cup with your body's urine. Unfortunately, you couldn't escape staring between your legs, as you had to look to spread your folds and position the cup carefully to catch the flow. You were sure that it would be much easier if you have to do it in your body, or any man's body, for that matter.

Capping the cup, you wiped down the remaining dribbles along your groin and redressed yourself, a task just as cumbersome as undressing. In the time it took for you to pull up your panties and pantyhose and fasten your skirt, you could have sang the alphabet song twice already. But at the very least, you were glad that this ordeal was over. In fact, as you flushed the toilet and grabbed the cup, you were constantly reminded of that orgasmic-like relief as you were urinating. In your many years of living, this was probably your first time experiencing such pleasure, one that couldn't have possibly happened in your body.

"No, stop it, Josh. Enough distractions. It's time to head back now." You mentally reprimanded yourself as you washed your hands and straightened your loose strands of hair and disheveled clothing. You definitely need to check on your mom and your siblings, as well as greet Rebecca and Hannah. You also needed to learn to control your ability, as you recalled that your switches were due to touch. Taking a sigh of relief, you believed that things will sort itself out somehow. Putting the warm collection cup into the plastic bag, you began heading out, pondering your next move.