Breakfast

So you walk down the stairs, conscious of what you are doing while walking. Your toilet training instincts are telling you to stop.

You reach the bottom of the stairs, into an open plan kitchen dining room and living room. The first thing you notice is that the chairs all have holes in them presumably so that your poo and wee can go through. The next thing you notice is that your younger brother, Jonny, is wanking...

You do a double take. Your younger brother is definitely shamelessly wanking in the living room his piss arcing up just fractionally above his head, before raining down onto the living room floor.

"Is something the matter?" your mother asks when she notices you stopped.

"It's Jonny, he's um?"

"Up already? I know, it's just that you did get up later than usual. So I guess he may seem to be up early, but he's up no earlier than usual." You mother explains just as Jonny groaned in orgasm his piss briefly turning white~ish. "Strange though, he usually masturbates in the evening."

It seems that his behaviour is normal in this reality, so you might as well ignore it. You shake your head and move towards the kitchen to fix yourself some cereal.

Once you, Mom and your brother arrived at the table with your respective bowls of cereal, you look to see how they sit down given their perpetual pees and poos. The answer is of course, no differently than normal. You then sit down with the rest of them, glad that that question is finally answered. It still feels weird to be going to the toilet at the breakfast table, but thankfully your mother and brother don't seem to notice that you are in any way out of sorts, for now.