Rewind again: I preffered the first set of events.

I decide to rewind so that I can go for the first set of events, with some modification.

I go down the stairs to see my mother in the kitchen; as beautiful as ever. Slender in all the right places and curvy where it counted, she is lovely on the eyes, with short blonde hair that hung above her shoulders and currently dressed in a casual white blouse and cactus green trousers.

"Hey honey," she looks up to see me enter before returning her focus to the eggs she is cooking on the pan, "where's your sister?"

"Still showering." I left my sister to wash herself alone for now. I thought it was very entertaining though, so I mentally shelf it for later.

As my mother continues cooking, I decide to have a casual talk with her -- just little flexes of the proverbial muscle.

I sit down at the table, and look at my mother again. "Mom."

"Yes?" she asks, still cooking away.

"Squat."

Putting the spatula down, and with her back still to me, my mother pushes herself downward until her nice butt nearly touches the tile, her two legs now bent at the knee. There she sits, her head pivoting left and right casually, in front of the stove. The eggs are starting to grow a little black above, but my mother nevertheless remains fixed in her squatting position.

"Mom," I say, invoking her to want to remain squatted. "What are you doing? The eggs are going to burn up."

"I'm squatting, dear." She looks back at me, her face as unperturbed as a mother making eggs in a typical midweek morning. "You don't mind eating some slightly burnt breakfast every once in a while, do you? Besides," she reasons, "there's always breakfast at school for you to eat."

"Yeah," I nod, "but why are you squatting right now for?" Before she answers, I decide to give her my own answer.

"Because, dear," she proceeds with a straight face a second later, "I'm trying to do a wee and a poo."

My cheeks puff out a little. "Here, in your pants?"

"Yes honey," she smiles, "in my pants."

I hold my nose, and calm myself down. I don't want to lose it just yet. This is funny though, and I enjoy how easy it is.

Noticing the eggs are about well-done, I take them from the pan and bring it to my plate with teleknesis. I feel like a superhero. My mom doesn't notice, as I wish.

"There we go. All done." she says, in a kind of sing song voice as the smell of her shit wafts through the room. I looked back at mom and noticed the lump in the back of her pants, a puddle on the floor and a damp patch in her trousers.

"Ah! I see you've sorted the eggs out, well done. Eat up." she continues. before grabbing her plate and heading to her seat.

My sister then bounds down the stairs; grabs her plate; then heads towards the table, before mom stops her and asks.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

"What?" my sister responds.

"You haven't squatted yet"

"Oh! of course! Silly me." she responds before putting her plate back on the side. She then squats down without turning around. From this vantage point I had an excellent view of her rear.

"Why are you squatting?" I ask her.

"I'm doing my morning wee and poo."

"Here? In your pants?"

"Yes in my pants. Where else would I... hang on..." she abruptly stopped as a lump formed in the back of her pants. She then sighed contentedly before standing back up and taking her breakfast to the table.

"Why did you do that?" of course I had a reason for that too.

"Because what kind of lady doesn't have wee or poo in her pants? Come on John! You know we've been doing this everyday of our lives."

"Then why did you have to be reminded?"

"I was hungry OK."

"But why do you have to do this?"

Mom answered that question "Because dear. Women aren't allowed to take their clothes off in public, so we have to make sure we have our wee and poo in our pants, to prove that we aren't doing so. You should know this already."

Of course I did, I did shape the world this way after all, I just wanted to hear her say it.

"I knew that, I think I just had a dream that women use the bathroom, and that in public spaces there are female only bathrooms, I'm taking a while to sort it out." I lied.