You need to take a piss

A few moments passed as I gauged the water temperature to my desired level, occasionally sticking my hand under the water allowing it to cascade over my arm. I began to feel a sensation of mounting pressure coming from what I could only assume was my bladder.

“My mom must have drunk a lot of water at the gym or was holding it in until she got home”, I thought.

The pressure began to mount more and more which made me think it must have been the latter. I spread my legs slightly, trying to relax, to let it flow. But nothing happened. My muscles refused to cooperate, tightening instead of releasing. Come on, I thought, gritting my teeth. Just let it go. I focused on the sensation, on the pressure building inside me, but it was like trying to unlock a door with the wrong key. I didn’t know how to make this body work. I had no muscle memory in this body, the natural muscles I release to take a piss were not present in this body. The water continued to splash me, warm and soothing, but it did little to ease the growing tension in my bladder. I clenched my fists, becoming **** as I started to get slight jolts of pain from my bladder. Why is this so hard? I’d always taken for granted the simple act of pissing. Now, it felt like an impossible task. I again tried to mimic the same motions I’d used as a man, but it was useless. This body didn’t respond the same way.

I bent into a squat, hoping gravity would help, but it only made the pressure worse.

“Ow, fuuuck!” I thought, feeling a bead of sweat form on my forehead.

I was **** now, the urge almost unbearable. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the wet hair covering my new anatomy. Maybe if I… The thought trailed off as I hesitated, unsure of what to do. In a last-ditch effort, I used my index finger and middle finger to part my hairy vaginal lips thinking I could clear the path, but it did nothing.

The warm splashing droplets of water beaded down my spread out pussy, sending warms relaxing, sensations up my mid-section. As these sensations teased my new body I could feel the tension drain from me. And then, something shifted. A faint sensation, a loosening, a release. Yes, I thought, my breath catching in my throat. Please, yes. I stayed perfectly still, afraid to move, afraid to ruin this fragile moment. And then, I felt it. A trickle, warm and wet, escaping from me and running down pussy and over my taint, dripping down onto the shower tiles.

“It’s working”, I thought, relief flooding through me. “It’s actually working.”

The trickle became a stream, the pressure in my bladder easing with every passing second. I let out a shaky breath, my body sagging with relief. Finally. Now that I felt which muscle released, I began to flex the muscle and watched as the flow of warm piss slowed and sped up until I flexed the muscle with all my **** sending the stream of piss further and further until it sprayed the glass shower wall.

I smiled, now both relieved and satisfied, I stood up, inhaling the salty scents of my mother’s urine rising through the shower. I grabbed the handheld shower-head and turned it on, the water washed it away, carrying it down the drain, leaving no trace of my struggle.