Pass the time

You didn't mind the four hour wait at first. You thought with everything going on, four hours would pass by in no time at all. And it started that way. You tried using the computer, but found that you needed a password. The television worked, but after about an hour, you came to the conclusion that there was nothing all that good on. You found some books on a small bookshelf that also served as a nightstand. They weren't very interesting, but the took up another half an hour. After fifteen more minutes of aimless wandering around your room, you flopped back down on your bed.

You stare up at the ceiling for what feels like hours... Of course, only a handful of minutes pass. You look at the clock hanging on your wall. 8:30 Pm. You still have an hour and a half to go. You groan audibly, and roll over onto your stomach. It feels weird having your boobs pressed against the mattress. You feel off-balance lying down on your chest.

A minute later, you start to feel a sharp pressure in your abdomen. You might now be female, but you recognize this feeling. Your bladder is full, and you need to take a piss. Your face goes red as you realize the implications of this, and you make your way over to the toilet. You lift up your dress, and pull down your spotted panties. Then, you sit down on the toilet seat and wait, unsure of what to do next.

Suddenly, without warning, you feel a slight sensation between your legs, in your urethra. You sit in silence as the stream of urine splashes into the water below, the moment lasting about 20 seconds. You let the last of the urine drop out, and sigh with relief. That was easier than you thought.

You look down at your naked lower body, and thank God that Alex provided you with the ability to control your bladder functions. As you look at your puffy lips, a thought crosses your mind. Maybe... Just maybe... you've thought of something to pass the time. You blush at the thought, and quickly try and remove it from your mind. But after a few seconds it returns.

"What could be the harm?" A little voice in your head says. "No one has to know... The only thing you'd lose is your own personal pride... But be honest... Are you really going to go the rest of your life without it? Might as well try it while you've got the time, right?"

You look to the left. You look to the right. No cameras. You don't hear anyone outside your door, either. It's just you, your fingertips and your sweet, soft vagina...