Chapter 3: The point of no return
Penny pushed open the door to the cinema bathroom with a trembling hand, the dimly lit room enveloping them in an air of unease. The yellowed tiles stared back at them, cracked and grimy, a testament to the countless patrons that had come before them.
The overwhelming stench of urine hung heavy in the air, the cheap deodorizer failing to mask the acrid scent. Penny's heart raced in her chest, her palms slick with sweat as she approached the sink.
Her eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in every detail. The harsh, fluorescent lighting cast long, dark shadows across the floor, making the cracks in the tiles seem more pronounced. The dampness of the room clung to her skin, and the stale, musty smell of the place made her feel sick.
"Gary?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. "Are you in there?"
She could hear nothing but the sound of her own breathing. It was then that she noticed the toilet bowl, the water swirling around inside, and the way it seemed to mock her. She swallowed hard, her stomach twisting in knots. "Gary, I'm so sorry," she whispered, as she slowly slid her underwear down her legs. The cool air of the bathroom sent a shiver down her spine, as she carefully stepped out of her panties, leaving them in a damp heap on the floor.
She hesitated for a moment, before reaching down to pick up her underwear, wincing at the wetness that seeped into her fingers. "I'll wash these," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
But then, she heard it. The muffled sound of sobbing coming from between her legs. She felt a surge of guilt and sympathy, as she realized just how humiliated Gary must be feeling.
"Gary, I'm so sorry," she repeated, her voice trembling with emotion.
She couldn't believe what was happening, and she felt a surge of sympathy for the sentient vagina that used to be her friend. She knew she had to pee, and she knew it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable for both of them.
Penny sat down on the toilet seat, her legs shaking slightly as she did so. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She could feel Gary's presence within her, his consciousness still intertwined with hers in a way that defied explanation.
She focused on the sensations she was feeling, the warm, wetness of her own urine as it flowed out of her. It was a strange, alien sensation, but it was familiar too. She could feel Gary's thoughts, his confusion and fear as he experienced the sensations for the first time.
Penny felt a pang of guilt as she realized what she was doing to him.
"Gary, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I know this is awful for you, but I can't hold it in any longer." The feeling of the warm liquid flow out of her, a sensation that was both relieving and humiliating. Gary felt the urine gushing out of him, a flood of warmth that was both exhilarating and terrifying. It was like vomiting, but from his nose, like when a child tries to jeep their mouth shut to prevent vomiting, a sensation that was alien and overwhelming. He hated it, the feeling of being used, of part of him just being someone's bladder, but he had to admit, it did feel better, not needing to pee anymore. Penny's face was flushed, her eyes downcast as she wiped herself clean. "I'm sorry, Gary," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen." She sat there, her l last drops of waste driping with an inconsistent rhythm. Her skirt uncomfortably hiked around her waist, Gary felt like Penny had left him dangling above the yellowed water below. He was bare, wet and exposed to the room. Despite a lack of eyes he felt as though he could see. As if he was just a really small man living on his friends crotch. The bathroom seem significantly larger from down here.
Penny's legs, normally a source of comfort and familiarity, now loomed like towering pillars. Gary, in his new form, shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a comfortable position. "Gary, what's wrong?" Penny asked, her voice echoing in the small room. "It's just... it's just weird being down here, you know?" Gary replied, his voice muffled by Penny's jeans. "I mean, I can feel everything, and it's all so... intimate." Penny blushed, realizing the implications of Gary's new position. "I'm sorry, Gary. I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, her voice softening. "I know, Penny. It's not your fault. I just... I just need to get used to this, I guess." Gary sighed, trying to push away the discomfort he felt. "But I do owe you an apology," he continued.
"I never meant to see... that." "See what, Gary?" Penny asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. issy "You know, when you... when you peed," Gary said, his voice hesitant. "I could feel it, Penny. I could feel everything." "Oh," Penny said, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think about how that would feel for you." She paused, her eyes flicking down to her lap, where Gary now resided. "That must have been terrible for you." "It was," Gary admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was like... like I was invading your privacy, in the most intimate way possible." He sighed, trying to shake off the uncomfortable memory.
Penny felt a lump form in her throat. She had always sensed that there was more to Gary's feelings than just physical attraction, but she had never allowed herself to fully acknowledge it. Now, faced with the reality of his transformation, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit her lip to keep it from trembling. "I'm sorry, Gary," she whispered. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." She felt a tear spill over and roll down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. She heard Gary's small sobs from inside her mind Gary was crying too, in his own way.
"Shit," Penny muttered, her voice echoing in the small, grimy bathroom. "There's no toilet paper." She glanced around, her eyes scanning the room desperately. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cursed under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't just leave the bathroom like this, not with Gary... not like this. She looked down at her lap, where Gary now resided, and felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She had to think, had to find a solution. She couldn't just leave him like this, exposed and vulnerable. She glanced around the room again, her eyes landing on the automatic hand dryer mounted on the wall.
Desperate, she reached out and tried to raise her crotch into it, grinding against the machine like some perverted dance move. But after a few awkward thrusts, she realized that the motion sensor was broken, and the dryer remained stubbornly silent. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, frustration getting the better of her. She looked down at her lap, at Gary, now wet and exposed. She couldn't leave him like this, not with her partially wet panties. She glanced at the wash basin, an idea forming in her mind, she grabbed her panties, her face contorting with disgust as she realised began to consider using her underwear like a piss hanky.
"Jesus," she muttered, her nose wrinkling at the smell.
"Gary, we've got a problem." She looked down at her lap, where he was still exposed, glistening with her urine. "I don't have anything to clean you up with." She hesitated, then asked, "Would you rather stay naked, or stay covered in... this?" She waved her panties in front of him, she wouldn't want to keep the panties if she had to use them like that, but Gary wasn't happy to get comfortable being covered in piss yet.
"Would you prefer to stay like this, naked and exposed, but cleaned, or would you rather I cover you with my panties, even if both you and my panties are still covered in piss?" She blushed at the crude suggestion, but she was desperate for some guidance from Gary on how to handle this situation. She couldn't just leave him hanging out like this, not in a public bathroom.
She looked around, desperation etched on her face. "Gary, please, just tell me what to do," she pleaded. "Clean... please..." Gary's voice echoed in her mind, weak and pleading. Penny's heart ached for him, she hated seeing him like this. She grabbed her panties, wincing at the dampness, and rushed to the sink. She turned on the taps, letting the cold water run over her hands, trying to wash away the filth she felt. She wrung out her panties, grimacing at the sight of the dirty water swirling down the drain. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she had to clean Gary up. She took a deep breath, dipped her panties under the running water, and wrung them out again. She turned off the tap, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down at her lap, at Gary, glistening and exposed.
Taking a deep breath, she reached down with her wet panties, her face scrunched up in disgust. "I'm so sorry, Gary," she muttered, as she began to wipe him clean. She was as gentle as she could be, but the sensation of the cold, wet fabric against his new, sensitive skin was overwhelming. Despite the discomfort, Gary felt small moments of pleasure as Penny unintentionally brushed against his clit, sending jolts of electricity coursing through him. He gasped, his new body responding to the stimulation in ways he hadn't expected. Penny paused, her eyes widening in realization. "Gary, did I... did I just...?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. "Yes," Gary admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Penny. I didn't mean to... " She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to... to touch you like that." She quickly finished wiping him clean, her touch now careful and clinical. Once she was done, she tossed her panties into the bin, a pang of guilt hitting her. "They were old anyway," she muttered to herself, trying to justify her actions. She turned to the sink, washing her hands thoroughly, the cold water stinging her skin. She couldn't believe what had just happened, what she had just done. She felt a mixture of disgust, guilt, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She had to get out of this bathroom, she just wanted to grab her handbag back from the cinema and leave. She dried her hands on her skirt as she tugged it back down into place, feeling the air lift up on her now exposed pussy.
She could feel Gary there, sensitive and vulnerable. She turned to face the door, ready to leave, but hesitated. She could feel the tension in Gary, the unspoken words hanging between them. She looked down at her lap, at the new, strange sensation of having him there. She reached out, tentatively, and touched him. He was soft, and warm, and she could feel his pulse, throbbing gently against her fingertips. She gasped, surprised, and pulled her hand back.
"Penny," Gary's voice echoed in her mind, pleading.