Still getting adjusted

Closing the door to the bathroom you’re annoyed.

“Fucking idiot,” you mumble.

Standing in front of the toilet muscle memory takes over, lowering the front of your yoga pants slightly. As you feel the first sensation of relief, you suddenly remember you don’t have a dick and piss down your leg.

“GODDAMMIT “ you bellow. You get your pants pulled down and try to sit down but the seat is up , you fall in .

“FUCK” you cry. There’s a knock, “Are you okay, Erin? “ Paul asks at the door.

“No but I’m fine. Do me a favor, can you bring another pair of stretch pants, I forgot I didn’t have a dick.”

“Sure.” He shuffles off to find them.

You finish up and are cleaning off your leg, he knocks again, you answer the door bottomless and snatch the pants out of his hand.

“Thanks,” is all you say.

You shut the door in his surprised face.

Done cleaning yourself up, you pull on your new yoga pants, which you have to admit are very comfy, and wash your hands.

Looking in the mirror, you’re still getting used to the new you. Erin is stunning, you’re stunning, you mean. “Handcuffed, blindfolded, ball gagged and fucked up the ass..” you mumble, “fuckin idiot”