First Stop, Rest Stop

“Aw, man! I have to go to the bathroom!” Ron exclaimed. “I had forgotten how different it feels holding it in when a girl.”

Kim blushed. Even after becoming friends with privileges, their time in each other’s bodies was a subject they did not talk about. She herself didn’t want to remember it. Ron? He didn’t remember anything unless he had a prompting to remember.

“You go to your exam, Kim,” Ron said, as he teetered off on 5” heels. He almost stumbled as his ankles threatened to turn. And despite that, his now curvaceous hips wiggled.

“Is he trying to slink?” Dr. Ann noted.

“Maybe if he wasn’t wearing such a tight skirt?”

“The skirt wasn’t tight. It just seems to have gotten tighter. And the heels higher.” Ann shook her head at her short time with the new Ron. “He insisted on wearing a skirt and heels. He said it went with the body. He is a strange boy. Wait! I need to fill out the medical certifications recognizing him as a girl.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry, dear, but, it’ll avoid making his life even more complicated.” She then placed an understanding hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “At least same-sex marriages are now legal.”

“MOM!” Kim was scandalized by the idea. Why would she want to marry “-Ron!” she rushed after him, her new bust trying to bounce and jiggle under her now too tight tee. (Ignore what it's doing to your nipples, girl!) It wasn’t until she was close enough to speak in a whisper did she say, “You’re heading into the men’s room.”

“I know. The only reason I went in the No Men Allowed ones when I had to go last time was because I was pretending to be you, Kim. I hated it! I hate going as a girl!”

“Ron! Keep your voice down.” Her whisper was nearly a scream. Her hands firmly on Ron’s still manly arms, she marched him into the ladies’ room.

“Kim, some privacy!?”

“It’s okay. Girls enter bathrooms together all the time.”

“Do you enter the stalls together?” he frowned and wagged his ass at her as he went in the nearest. He let the door close, but didn’t latch it. “Well, at least there’s one good thing about wearing a skirt. Maybe that’s why girls wear dresses.”

Despite herself, Kim followed the sound of a tight skirt being sloughed up smooth legs. And saw boxers come down below the stall wall, to gather around his high heels. Then, “Aw, man! Its coming out even before I sit down!”

As Kim didn’t want to hear the tinkling, she spoke. “You should wear panties. They wouldn’t touch the dirty floor.”

“Your mom wanted me to. But if something can’t be seen, I don’t think it comes with the body.”

“Ron?.... What does that mean?”

“I don’t know!! It’s like I have some sort of, I don't know exactly what, idea in my head what I’m supposed to look like, and feel like I have to look like that! And act like! When I was you, it was my choice! But even then, I was able to keep my Ronness!”

“Yes,” Kim frowned coldly. She remembered how much effort it had taken to rebuild her reputation after what he had done to it.

Through the partially open door, she saw him reach down for his boxers. “Ron? Did you wipe yourself?”

“Why? I didn’t need to do that. At least that will feel more normal. Aw! Maybe not. My buttcheeks are so big!”