Goth and Slop

Knowing this spooky girl wasn't leaving him any choice, he did his best to ignore her. He reached for the toilet paper in the stall.

"Use the wipes in your belt's utility pouch," goth girl said.

"It's simpler just to use this."

"I'm a perv."

Of course, you are! Hiroshi thought.

Then he realized it wasn't a statement, it was an order. As a sex officer, he was expected to follow a perv's orders. Within bounds, of course.

Trying not to grumble, he reached around and yanked the pouch to where he could open it and get a Slop's-Strength sanitary wipe.

Then he brought the wipe down to the twat he had.

"Stand up."

Hiroshi tried not to frown. He stood up.

"Turn around." He did. "Bend over." He did. "Now you can clean your twat."

"Thank you," he tried not to sound too sarcastic.

His free hand had to grab onto the toilet seat, then the tank to keep his balance. (Man! Did that make him remember how short Misao was.)

But he was able to get the wipe to the twat he was very aware he had.

"Stick it in." He did.

"Don't wipe. Push it in. Deep. Make it wad."

Now, he had a thick, bunched up sheet of alkalic solution meeting Misao's own pussy juice and strange men's semen. He had been a woman for less than an hour and he was hardly used to something filling an empty spot he didn't have when he was a guy!

"Squeeze down. Use your pee muscles."

"Pee muscles?" Hiroshi was confused. He used the little ones around the pisshole opening.

"Use your sex muscles. They're the same. Keeping from going is like keeping a cock trapped inside you. Or so I have been told. I never had a cock."

Great! Even when there weren't going to be cocks around, he would be thinking of cocks being inside her twat!