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Bridget and Mandy release your body, allowing you to escape the wet, clammy sleeping bag and begin to strip out of the horrible urine-soaked PJs.

You see that you're wearing a nightie, just like the other three, and no underwear. Is this how everyone dresses in this world?

You also notice that the floor of Mandy's family's living room, which yesterday was carpeted, today has a hard tiled floor, and is slanted towards a drain in the center. Quick glances through to the dining room and the kitchen reveal that it would see that every room in the house has this design. That makes sense - in a world where people pee on each other, you need good waterproof floors, and sensible drainage.

"Okay Janet, get it over with." Bridget says impatiently. "Which one of us is it going to be?"

"Huh?" You ask, confused.

"You need to pee, right?" Alice asks, sounding a bit confused about what you could be confused about.

"Yeah, but... Oh." It dawns on you that you're not allowed to pee anywhere except on someone's face... So it would make sense that your tight-knit friendship group has a rule that whenever one of you needs to pee, you just announce it, and the rest of the group will hold them down to prevent them escaping while it happens.

"I choose you Bridget." You say suddenly, deciding you want **** on her for the stupidly large volume of piss she'd just deposited on your face, and some of which is still clinging to your nostrils and caking your hair.

"Oh come on, no way!" She whines, and tries to make a break for the living room - but Mandy is already prepared and has grabbed her by one arm. In this position, it's all too easy for Alice to take her legs out from under her, and she drops to the tiled floor on her butt with a gentle "Oof!"

"Please, just let me take my nightie off first, so I don't have to wash it!" She pleads, but Mandy has already wrenched her arms behind her back, and you are already advancing your fully naked body towards her.

Alice uses a spare hand to grab Bridget's hair and yank her head back so that it's at a 45 degree angle, perfect for you to stand above it, and with just a gentle squat, align your vulva with her face.

"I can't believe you chose me again, you meanie. I'm gonna make sure that I- PFFFFF"

It's your turn to cut off Bridget's complaints with your piss. You're surprised by how natural, and well, great this feels - to be pissing on another human. You feel dominant, and alive! This is how things are meant to be. It's, like, exactly the opposite of how it felt to be pissed on, which frankly felt awful and dehumanizing. But if you could spend your life only pissing on people, and not being pissed on, this would be an amazing world to live in.

The end of your stream of piss is heralded by the glorious sound of Bridget coughing and spluttering.

"What the hell, Janet?!" Bridget growls angrily. "Loads of that went right up my nose! That was totally unnecessary!"

She coughs several more times, and looks genuinely annoyed.

"Oh, um, sorry. I wasn't thinking." You mumble. It seems there's still a lot you need to learn about this new world, and hopefully as quickly as possible.

Mandy approaches one wall of her living room, and opens a blue cupboard. Inside, is a small showerhead connected to a long rubber tube, like a weird mix between a shower and a garden hose. But in her living room. There's also a trigger, making this contraption much closer to something you'd use to water flowers than to clean a human where you're from. But all the same, you watch Mandy pull the trigger, and hose Bridget down.

Next, she turns it on you, and you shiver as you discover that the water is barely warm, never mind hot, which is what you'd prefer in a shower.

"Jeez, that's pretty cold!" You complain, as she hoses your face and hair.

"Sorry, but with the rising price of energy, dad refuses to turn the tank heat up any higher." Mandy replies with a shrug.

So you stand there almost shivering as your best friend cleans her piss off of your naked body with her cleaning hose, right in the middle of her living room.

As you look around the room, you notice all the things that are different - there are tiles up to about a meter high on each wall, and there's no fireplace or plug sockets. There's a wall mounted TV, still, but it's significantly higher up the wall than it used to be, so you have to arch your head upwards to look at it.

Instead of a soft upholstered sofa and armchair, there's varnished wooden benches with waterproof cushions.

Most disturbingly of all, there's a weird metal chair frame with a hole where most of the seat should be, which is bolted to the floor. Underneath where the seat should be but isn't, is a cushioned head-shaped area, and strong restrains for locking a person's neck and wrists in place. The end result is clear - someone can have their head locked underneath, and be used as a helpless toilet by anyone who sits on the 'seat' area above. This is the sort of thing that should be in a filthy pervert's fetish dungeon, not a family living room.

Your eye is drawn to a water pipe sticking out of the wall just behind this bondage chair, which feeds into a deep groove that runs the length of the floor from the chair to the drain in the middle of the room. There's a big silver button next to it, and also a small wall mounted soap dispenser. This toilet chair has its own 'flush', it would seem.

What a weird fucking world.