Embarrasingly, I really did need to pee

Retreating into the relative security of the bathroom, I felt like I must be going crazy. My double seemed utterly convincing as me, but I knew, knew, he couldn’t be. I felt utterly trapped.

Who could I possibly turn to?

What sane person would even hear me out if I tried to tell them I was actually a middle-aged man trapped in the body of a teenage girl. I hardly believed it myself, and it was happening to me!

I was on the brink of spiralling into a complete meltdown when an uncomfortably familiar sensation pulled me up short.

"Oh god," I groaned at the mounting pressure in my bladder, "not now..."

It was the last thing I wanted, but there's no denying nature's call when it comes. I barely managed to pull Kelly's leggings down and get myself seated before the floodgates opened.

"Fuuuck," I signed in near orgasmic relief as the pressure eased. "She must have been holding onto that all morning."

Calmer now after the **** interruption, I dabbed myself dry down below, carefully not touching myself any more than was strictly necessarily and hardly peeking at all, I swear. By the time I had myself decently covered again, I knew what I needed to do. There was one person I could turn to. Someone I knew I could always rely on no matter what...