New and Exciting Bathroom Experiences (Females to Futas OR Shemales, masturbation)

Story by gweh

New and Exciting Thread Experiences!

A mid-length story involving two frisky, frazzled women who like to get into a bit of mischief. Today, they infiltrate the men's room. They want to try using something in there. Naughty, naughty girls.

There's actually two versions I made of this to try to better cover people's preferences, since this one's the shortest thing I've written (not to say it's SHORT, it's 6k+ words) and it wasn't too painful to do. Pick your poison, as it were; shemale involves the complete loss of female anatomy, futa simply the lessening of said anatomy's import. The only difference is an extra 100 or so words in the futa version plus some specific alterations to scenes; they've both pretty comparable, and also implied to be temporary (though there's nothing stopping today's subjects from taking a fancy to it and making it an ongoing thing). Both involve the alteration of sexuality to be very, uh, penetration focused. Both also feature a bit of unfortunately unsanitary action; nothing too gross, but do know that this is little raunchier than the few other things I've thrown up here.

“Come ON Kate! Hurry up! Before someone comes!”

Natalie beckoned urgently to the young woman standing further down the hall from her as she held the bathroom door open, straining not to giggle, her voice barely audible over the thrumming music coming from the rowdy crowd just outside. Lady’s night tended to get a little wild here, and they couldn’t expect to have it to themselves for too long. You never could know when someone else might get lost. Or even when some other pervert might have the same idea.

“This is silly, Nat. This is…”

The blonde giggled to herself, feeling pleasantly tipsy. She scurried over to meet her friend, squeezing through the crack in the door Natalie had left hanging behind her, following her inside.

“No, like, seriously, why ARE we doing this?”

“Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve never been curious. And we might as well get prepared.”

“But the MEN’S bathroom?”

“Well, yeah, of course. Duh. Where else?”

“How are we…how are we even going to do it?”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that hard. Guys do it all the time. We’ll figure it out. Hell, it’ll probably be taken care of for us.”

“Oh, just ‘figure it out’, huh? That’s…”

Kate wobbled, almost tripping, the pills and alcohol starting to take effect on her, making her fall clumsily against her friend as Natalie caught her. They leaned against each other, both of them flushing and grinning stupidly as they worked their way around the corner and towards the sinks.

“This is why I don’t go out with you more, you know. You always make it weird.”

“This is why you NEED me to take you out more. C’mon, I know you like doing stupid stuff like this. You loved it last time, didn’t you?”

Kate steadied herself, trying not to grin at the memory as she set her bag on the counter. Natalie knew all sorts of weirdos at these clubs, and she was always a little put-off by her…abnormal hobbies, at first. But Kate couldn’t really deny how into it she’d gotten during their last few little adventures. Nat had seen it all first-hand, after all.

“Anyway, let’s get this over with. I drank a LOT. I dunno how long I’ll be able to hold it in for.”

Nat was hooking a finger against her skirt, pulling it down to her knees before waddling over towards the urinals, just as intent on getting newly acquainted with them as she was when she’d first suggested it at the bar. She’d gotten the order of things a bit wrong, the intoxicants affecting her, too; she was having a visibly difficult time keeping her balance with her clothes constricting her legs, taking halting, shaky steps as she covered the short distance to stand before one of the slightly grungy white fixtures, her frizzy black hair bobbing side-to-side behind her.

“Get OVER here, girl! I’m not going to do this by myself!”

“Oh, you’re embarrassed NOW?”

Nat stamped her foot as best she could in her heels, though she quickly realized how bad an idea doing so was in her state. She only barely darted her hand out fast enough to grab onto the metal knob above the porcelain, steadying herself against a very disgusting fall.

“Someone really IS gonna come, you know! Move your ass, I don’t wanna be caught halfway through!”

The blonde giggled again, but followed her companion over to the unfamiliar fixtures, her own hand pawing at the button of her frayed jeans, pulling them down and following them with her frilly panties, Natalie doing the s

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