Use the bathroom

It didn't really matter to Valerie that her situation seemed normal to others. As she stood alone in her bedroom she felt more exposed and **** than she ever had in her life. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She wanted more than anything to just get back into the bed, fall asleep and awaken without the thing between her legs. It still hung erect in the air, unwilling to settle down.

There was a familiar pain beneath her stomach, however, and she knew she'd have to attend to it before going back to bed. She needed the bathroom.

Walking on her tiptoes, Valerie approached her bedroom door and pressed herself up close against it. The tip of her penis rubbed up against it, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She moved her hips away from the door, and slowly creaked it open. Peering through the gap, she was glad to see that the hallway was empty.

"Just a quick tinkle," she muttered "Then back to bed."

She stepped out into the hallway, and was immediately aware of the various breezes working their way through it. A window was open at one end, allowing the spring air to touch her in places it would never normally touch her. It made her feel more exposed. She tried to cover up, but again her hands refused to co-operate. Groaning in frustration, she walked the few steps to the family bathroom and, finding it empty, stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

The pain in her bladder was pushed to one side as she realised there were towels in the bathroom. "Finally, something to cover with!" she said to herself. She picked up the nearest towel, a white fluffy one that was a favourite of hers, and tried to wrap it around her waist. She held it around her hips so that her penis was finally covered, and reached the ends behind her. Then she let go. The towel fell to the floor.

"Tie it woman!" she muttered as she bent to retrieve it and try again. As before, she pulled it around her hips, covering her front, and then took a moment rubbing the two ends of it behind her back. Thinking them tied, she let go - and it fell once more.

"I haven't got time for this." she growled as she kicked the towel away in frustration. "Stupid thing must be broken."

Valerie headed towards the toilet and lifted the lid. She grabbed her penis and took aim - and then stopped as she suddenly realised she could touch it! That meant she could cover it! She reached her other hand down, but before she could do anything both hands pulled away and hovered as they had done before.

"Come on, I was just touching it!" she fumed to herself.

She tried to **** her hands to move, but they refused to get even a millimetre closer. With a sigh of frustration, Valerie settled her hands on her hips and began to ease the various muscles required to urinate.

The bathroom door opened up.

"Oh, hey sis." Emma, her younger sister, greeted her.

She was just seventeen, if you know what I mean; a year or so younger than Valerie herself.

"Just came in for the mouthwash." Emma added.

"Oh. Um. Could you give me some privacy? I'm trying to take a leak."

"Privacy? You? Ha! Now I've heard everything." Emma said with a chuckle. "So you haven't started yet?"

"Well no, but I was in here first-"

"Can I aim for you?"

Before Valerie could protest, Emma pressed herself against Val's bare back, reached around and grabbed a hold of her dick! Emma rested her chin on Valerie's shoulder and peered down.

"Okay, let 'er rip!" Emma said enthusiastically.

"What? I..."

The sound of rushing water filled the room. Valerie looked down to see a stream of piss spraying forth, messing up the toilet rim.

"Oops!" Emma apologised, making corrections with her hand. "Sorry. It's always tougher to aim with morning wood."

"How do you know?" Valerie asked incredulously.

"We used to play fireman's hose all the time when we were kids! Don't you remember?"

That wasn't me, Valerie wanted to say, but she held the words back. She truly had no idea what had happened to her, but it seemed that she was in some sort of alternate world? She could only guess. But it appeared that she had a history here, and whatever had happened to her was normal here. If she started protesting that she didn't remember any of this, or if people thought she was acting strange... well, her mother's offer to visit the doctor's loomed at the front of her mind. Maybe best to keep it low-key until she found a way to cover herself.

"Okay, all done." Emma beamed, taking a step back. "Okay, I'll clean up the toilet and wash my hands; you can head on down for breakfast."

"Um, y-yeah. Sure." Valerie replied.

Emma shooed her into the hallway and closed the bathroom door behind her, leaving Valerie naked in the hallway once more. Going back to her bed seemed a good idea; maybe she'd wake up back as she normally was? But the smell of waffles downstairs was very tempting. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation.