He invites me into the master bedroom to watch TV

“The only thing I can think of is just hanging out. Before finding you in my son’s bedroom, I was going to just relax and watch TV in my bedroom,” Robert answers my question. “Though, you’re welcome to stay here, but I don’t think Jeffrey would like you going through his things without him here.” He leaves me, walking down the hallway to where the master bedroom is. After a moment or two, I leave the room after him, following him into the room that he entered.

Immediately to my right is a king-sized bed and in the middle of the room, with a remote in his hand, is Robert, turning on the flatscreen TV mounted on the wall to my left. I help myself to a seat on the edge of the bed and I notice I’m still wearing the boxers I had on before taking the pill. It’s the only thing from my original outfit still clinging to my body, but with this new form, I feel it’s not needed. The bathrobe is sufficient enough to keep me covered for the time being.

Robert actually hands me the remote, telling me, “Anything you want to watch?”

I answer, “Whatever that’s on now is fine.”

“Take the remote. I think I’m just going to lie down and relax first,” he tells me. He rounds the bed opposite the side I’m sitting on and lays down, his head on a pillow. I try to imagine his point of view. With just a slight turn of his head, he sees a young woman who he is not related to in any way, half naked in a bathrobe. I still don’t even know who this belongs to.

“Do you and Jeffrey live here by yourselves?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to look back at him.

He answers without looking at me. “Yes, it’s just us two. His mother passed away about two years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I offer my condolences as I turn my attention back to the TV, turned to a channel that someone like Robert would be interested in.

“It is what it is,” Robert says, but something tells me it’s his way of deflecting. I shut up and don’t ask him anything else. I feel something in my pelvis and realize that I need to pee. With the new plumbing, I have to keep in mind that I don’t have a dick in this body. I’d have to tackle urinating in another way.

I stand up and walk forward, seeing the opening to the master bathroom is situated next to where the TV is mounted. I easily find the small room where the toilet is sitting. Conveniently, there is a door that I can close behind myself for my privacy. I lock the door as well before pulling down my boxers and lifting the bottom of the bathrobe so i can get a good seal with the opening of the toilet seat and my backside.

Thinking there is nothing I would need to do next, and I let my piss flow. Immediately, I find the pressure of my urination is not as controllable as it was when I was Charles. There’s no need to aim since it drops straight into the water below me, but there is no stream. My urine flows slowly, at a speed that is a bit higher than a trickle.

Once my bladder is empty, I also feel like it didn’t leave my body in the cleanest of ways. Much of the urine had fallen into the water and splashed back up to coat the lips of my pussy. “Great,” I mutter sarcastically. Instinctively, I wad up some toilet paper and pat my pussy dry.

There is a knock at the door and Robert asks, “Are you alright in there?”

“Just my first time taking a piss as a girl, that’s all,” I say to him. I get up, fix my bathrobe, and turn to flush the toilet. When I exit the little toilet room, I see Robert returning to the bed. I wash my hands before returning to my spot. There is a tension in the room where I assume he wants to ask how my first time went. I myself want to inform him exactly how it went, feeling like it’s a good opportunity to share. Though, I think much of the tension has to do with our refusal to speak out about such things, thinking that it’s unnecessary or not needed for this situation.