Oh, you want more detailed rules for that?

"In this room, you do not need to pull yourself together. You can let it flow."

"Why?" she mutters. "This is disgusting. A plastic griddle and you just pee down into that pool? I can smell my... my urine down there! And probably the urine of everyone else!"

I laugh merrily. "It's not a pool, just a trough. Once we're finished, we can press this button, and a stream of water will carry it all away. Over there: that storage tank is called a water closet." She reaches out, but I grab her hand before she can press it. "No, no. Let us all have a go first."

"You want to... Oh no!" -- "Relax, Abby. Just observe how everyone is doing it, okay?"

I step onto the relief grid and squat, making sure that Abby can see how relaxed and casual one can actually pee. "See, your feet are placed flat on the grid, but many people like to balance on their toes. That is a bit more difficult, but also more elegant. Spread your knees as wide apart as possible, and then wait until the entire closet has assembled. We only start when everyone is ready, and we wait our turns. Also, it is polite to shit first before you pee. However, my usual routine is to only anally defecate in the morning and evening, with just urinating at noon. So I can't defecate right now."

I point at the clock on a wall. "And even so, we only have 10:30 right now, which means it is not nearly time for my regular piss. But to accomodate you, my assistant Erin and me have decided to join you this early. So please, sit down and take your dump now, if you need to."

I notice that Abby has resumed her uncomfortable position where she holds her vulva with one hand and covers both nipples with her arm, while still standing upright. Why the nipples? She is gaping at the window and the street outside. "I'm... Is this... is this a storefront? Have I pissed myself in a display window?"

Her earlier statements come to mind, when she has stated that her own world had "lady-only-rooms". And yes, that she is used to have her genitals hidden. That is quite a droll concept. Defecating in secret? Where is the fun in that? I need to bring her back to reality. OUR reality.

"Yes you have, and you are still misbehaving. Squat down like Erin and me. Or like this gentleman."

Rahid is facing away from the street window. He has assumed a slightly different pose than me, with his feet quite apart from each other. Nevertheless, his knees are politely pointed outwards and he had begun swaying from side to side, while he is holding his hips and his fingers knead his stomach. Is that how they do it in... wherever the man comes from? His interesting technique makes me ponder. It's probably quite effective in emptying one's bowels. I'm going to give that a try at dinner.

Erin just sits like I do, facing the street with her vulva on proud display, and her arms holding her steady at the grid's low railing, utterly relaxed and yet aware that she is worth ogling. Elegantly, a stream of liquid poo passes her anus, down into the trough.

Abby shivers. "Okayyyyy. Well, I do need to take a dump. Are you telling me there is NO OTHER way to do this?"