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The pussy TF saga continues! You experience urination with your new vulva body and manage to get through your first day of pussy-hood.


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Story Text:


As Lina walks to the bathroom, you feel the movement of her powerful legs around you, each minute movement resonating within your new body. How will urination feel?  Will it be gross?  Will it feel good to relieve the tension?  Will you feel humiliated?  You’re unable to process the myriad of jumbled thoughts coursing through your mind.

Once Lina sits, she spreads her legs enough for her labia to split, once again allowing you to see from Lina’s-- or, rather, your clit.  From this angle, you’re staring straight down into the toilet bowl.  If you adjust your center of sight as high as possible, you can view all the way up Lina’s abdomen and to the underside of her breasts.  All the while, the uncomfortable pressure worsens, causing the entirety of your being to feel tight and painful.

“How are you holding out?”  Lina asks with genuine warmth, gently brushing her fingers over her pubic mound.

You appreciate the soothing touch, a more pleasant, milky warmth mixing with the unwanted sensation of a full bladder.  ‘I’m part of you now-- I’m your vulva and your reproductive tract…  This includes your urethra.  There’s no avoiding this, so please don’t worry,’ you insist with a resigned sigh.  You’re just a vulva-- a pussy.  A nondescript mass of fleshy folds that house a gorgeous woman’s genitals.  Thinking of your new reality fills you with a strange, indescribable melancholy.

“You’re not just a part of my body,” Lina insists.  “You’re still you…  You have your own mind and will-- you can still talk to me and give me companionship.  You will also be able to help make sure that I stay-- no, that we stay healthy,” she promises.  “Would you like to take over?  Why don’t you let it out?”

Beyond a simple appreciation of Lina’s words, you consider her proposal.  It’s true that you should have the ability to relax the muscles necessary for urination.  Apparently allowing one’s new merged genitals to have some control over peeing can help them feel like they have some control-- that they haven’t lost all autonomy. 

 ‘S-- Sure-- I can try…  Give me a sec to figure this out,’ you reply.  As you twitch and control the muscles that make up your vulva body, you make your pussy hole contract a couple of times before you’re able to get a grasp on a different set of muscles-- ones sitting a little higher. ‘Is this it?’ You muse to yourself, not projecting those thoughts to Lina.

After another few seconds of trial and error, you finally get the hang of it.  You relax the correct muscles and you feel the floodgates unleash, a torrent of hot fluid spraying from an orifice you can’t quite compare to anything you experienced in your previous human form.  Your whole body tingles and convulses as the uncomfortable pressure within you gradually diminishes.

As your old self, relieving yourself of a full bladder was a pleasant experience.  With that said, you hadn’t expected this pleasant feeling to be so overpowering and all-consuming within your new vulva body.  You vaguely taste the salty tang of urine, but it doesn’t bother you.  Conversely, the sensation of emptying your bladder is nearly euphoric as you idly watch the pale yellow fluid spray into the bowl beneath you while you feel it drip through the warm folds that make up your face and the front side.

“Ahhh…”  Lina sighs as she gladly expels the built up pee from her urethra.  She faintly blushes as the stream comes to a faint trickle and glances downward.  “S-- Sorry about that.  How are you holding up?”

As the urination comes to an end, the entirety of your being warmly tingles with a faintly pleasurable sensation.  To be honest, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be, and the fact you were able to control the muscles left you with an indescribable sense of pride-- in what, though?  Why would you feel pride in expelling waste?  ‘It wasn’t so bad.  It was a massive relief to be honest,’ you concede.

Lina smiles.  “I’m happy to hear that.  Let’s get you cleaned up,” she says warmly, wadding some toilet paper as she carefully wipes from top to bottom.

You feel the soft tissue press upon your labia, entering your moist folds as the excess liquid is cleaned away.  Ultimately, it’s not so bad and you’re left feeling fresh by the time she drops the toilet paper into the bowl and flushes.  As Lina stands, a single thought enters your head. ‘At the very least, I hope I can be a good pussy for Lina…’ What else in life could you strive for?

The rest of your day is uneventful.  You decide against further clitoral stimulation and arousal, wishing to take your dive into pussy-hood one step at a time.

You spend a few hours with Lina on the couch after she makes herself lunch.  While she watches TV and browses on her phone, she keeps her legs spread and propped up on the coffee table, giving you a clear view of the television.

“You’re in charge of the TV; let me know if you want me to change it at any time,” Lina assures you.

‘Y-- Yeah, thanks…  This is fine,’ you respond, idly watching a television drama you had been following for years.  While the show is engrossing, you feel a sense of dissonance watching the humans on screen.  They’re no longer like you; they’re people who can put on clothes, talk, eat, form relationships, and live their own lives.  On the other hand, you’re merely a mass of damp folds between a woman’s legs, only able to contract your pussy and relieve yourself of urine.  As you listen to Lina eat, it dawns on you that you’ll never again get to enjoy a human meal.  Apparently, newly turned pussies can enjoy the tang of flavored lube, but it absolutely won’t be the same.

Later in the evening, you agree to Lina helping you acclimate to the sensation of being covered in fabric.  You’re a pussy now, so donning panties will be something you need to adjust to sooner rather than later.

Adrenaline pumps through you as Lina slides the panties all the way up and snaps them into place.  The fabric fully and snugly hugs you, obscuring your sense of vision, but also providing a strange sense of safety and comfort.  It's as if someone draped a warm blanket over you and tucked you in, but it’s still strange to think that you’re quite literally living inside your girlfriend’s underwear.

After confirming that you’re okay, Lina can’t help but giggle as she snaps a few pictures and sits on her bed.  She then grabs the fabric at the crotch of her panties and pulls it aside just enough to expose her sex and give you some fresh air.  “What do you think?”  She asks as she places her phone in front of you, showing off of a picture of a pair of pink panties with a cute bow hugging her lower body.  ‘O-- oh, that’s my favorite pair…’ You meekly respond, just now realizing Lina deliberately picked them.  When Lina switches her phone to a front-view camera, you’re able to see yourself in real time, those very same pink panties pulled away from your face so you can see your pussy form in all its glory.

To say you feel conflicted would be an understatement, and with the evening growing late, tomorrow would bring a host of new challenges.  For one, you and Lina would have to head to the medical clinic to get you properly registered.  All merged genitals are required to go through a registration process to confirm there is indeed a person in there, and to verify the identity of said individual.

‘It’s-- a nice look,’ you weakly concede, starting to feel tired as Lina yawns.

Lina then stands and strips the panties off, tossing them to the floor before crawling into bed.  “I’m happy to hear you like the look; I’ll wear them when we go out tomorrow,” she says warmly, laying back as she gently brushes her fingers over her pubic mound.