Notice What?

You quickly arrive at Ride 'em Willy's and stroll in with Tammy on your arm. A short pause as you both scan the room concluding that there are no tables open. "Let's dance!" Tammy squeaks and pulls you by the hand to the dance floor. You always were a good jitterbug style dancer and you were showing it tonight!

You are starting to feel it in your hips after the third lively song and perhaps Tammy was too as she pulled you over to the bar where the bartender leaned out and Tammy ordered four bottles of beer. The barkeep set 'em up and swiped your card and returned it. Just then a couple at a pub height table got up and headed for the door so you each two fisted your beers over and sat on the stools. You notice then as you have since you got dressed that your pants feel a bit unusual. Nothing new lately as many unusual things you have experienced since your X-Change experiment. "What's wrong? tammy notices you squirming a little. "These jeans are so clingy. Sort of tight around my hips and no room in the butt and the front is pulled right in to my crotch it seems.

"I know your sizes and I ordered them special for you. They are a ladies stretch jeans straight leg boot cut, mid-waist that I ordered specially made just for you. Tammy gushed. I washed them once so they would feel nice and soft. I can't say how sexy you look in them. They're so form fitting!" She then excused herself and went to the ladies room.

No sooner was she gone and Wanda slides up to you. "Hello Patrick!" "Oh, Hi." you manage all red faced after what Tammy just told you. "Your girlfriend is a knockout!" She compliments. "You're not so bad looking yourself." You politely reply. "And you're looking cute as can be! I gotta go. Have fun!" Wanda heads back to her table. Tammy returns, "Who was that?" "Oh just someone I know from work."

Feeling self conscious, you untuck your shirt hoping to obscure your form fitting jeans. You decide that the best thing to do is drink up and head home to save any more embarrassment. Trouble is, you have to pee. You enter the men's room. There are seven other "men" in there. Three in front of the three urinals where you are not going, two stand peeing in the two stalls where you will be going and two waiting. "Standing room only." A stranger announces as you enter. You nod and wait your turn. When a stall door opens you quickly get a hand on it and enter closing and latching it behind you. First thing you notice is this toilet has been stand peed in and about all night and was a stinking pee splattered mess. "Gross." You think as you put the horseshoe seat down and wiped it with some TP. You quickly turn and unbuckle, unzip and with thumbs hooked in panty waist slide your pants down just far enough to expose your puss to the toilet and sit all in one motion. Your mind is racing, hoping that the guys don't recognize the sound of pee trickling or gushing from a pussy. Then as soon as it began it was over. You wipe and pull up and stand in one motion, zip, buckle, unlatch and open the door to see a large burly bearded lumber jack type of a man standing in your way. You freeze momentarily and then try to explain, "I,i,it, it's not what you think." You lie. "Please get out of my way, Cutie. I need this stall." He commands. "Ok, right. All yours." You exit and return to Tammy and say, Let's go home and slip into something more comfortable. "Thought you'd never ask." She says standing and taking you by the arm.