Walk to school

After a hearty breakfast and a heart-to-heart with Mom, you’re ready to go to school. Following her suggestion, you decide to hold off on “going to the toilet”, if you can even call it that anymore, as far as possible until tonight’s party. You go one last time in your actual toilet at home, as a final goodbye and because you don’t stand a chance of making it until the event if you don’t. You also choose to keep wearing what you put on earlier. Maybe one day you’ll feel brave enough to ditch your pants, but not today.

“Bye, Mom,” you say with a hug.

“Have a great day at school!” she says. After walking away some distance, you hear the sound of water once again, and you turn around for a moment to see your mom at the door, smiling and waving and having another pee. This reminds you of something from the dream, that women pee and poop much more often than before. That’ll probably make it harder not to go to the bathroom today.

On your way to school, you see Mrs. Nguyen, one of your mom’s longtime friends, coming towards you on her morning jog, reliable as a clock. You raise your hand to greet her. It was apparently a bottomless kind of day for her as well, just like Mom.

“Hey, Maddie!” she pants. “Happy birthday! Good luck at school!” she manages to say before zipping past. You see a couple of pieces of excrement strewn in her wake, and you turn around to see her run off into the distance, pushing out another turd which bounces against her asscheeks and finally splits off to land on the sidewalk.

Your immediate instinct is disgust, appalled that anyone would just shit themselves without shame like a cow, but your rational mind kicks in and you manage to compose yourself. After all, you saw your own mother doing exactly the same just a little while ago. Besides, if you think about it, it was impressive to see her running undeterred, not giving a shit about taking a shit. That must come from a lifetime of practice, and you take it as a challenge from here on out to learn how to let loose just like her.

Eventually, you reach the school entrance. Since all but a few of the students are underage, your day at school shouldn’t be too different from your old reality. That said, you spot a few half-dried yellow spots and brown streaks leading up the entrance steps, probably from the few female students of age and women in the school staff who arrived earlier.