192 Going to School (1/2)

It was...quite the odd experience trying to put on a bra, but after struggling in front of the full body mirror placed beside the wardrobe cabinet with my back turned, I was finally able to succeed. Putting on a bra was the challenging part of dressing as a girl, and after that, everything was more or less self-explanatory.

I buttoned up my long sleeve blouse and then switched to the beige cardigan that I wore over it, buttoning that up. Then came the second most challenging part of wearing the girl's uniform: the ribbon. It's a part that's often neglected, one that I never noticed. One thing is, it's often rude to stare at a girl's chest so I've never truly noticed what the girls' ribbon was like.

With a sigh, I decided to skip over the ribbon for now and just finish getting dressed. I reached my hand for the skirt and stepped into the skirt before pulling it up to my waist. Then, I pulled the zippers up to secure it. I frowned as I looked into the full body mirror, not sure whether or not I would be able to stay warm in the cold weather outside exposing so much of my legs. Even when I've slipped on the black, high-knee socks, it still did not appear to be enough. In addition, walking while wearing skirts is just...an awful feeling. It's as if I'm constantly being exposed to the world or something like that.

I'll just have to take things one step at a time, I told myself.

Then, I returned to the washroom to finish with my usual morning routine. In the washroom, I self-instinctively reached for my old toothbrush, neglecting the additional toothbrush that I could've sworn did not exist the day before. Oh well, it's not like I'm using anyone else's toothbrush anyways.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face with the cold water, I suddenly had a strong urge to urinate. Unlike when I was still in a male body, this urge was...stronger. I realized that it's much more difficult trying to hold it in with this body, so after making a mental note to myself about the female bladder, I opened the door to the small toilet room in the washroom and stared at the toilet.

How do I do this? I frowned and asked myself.

I've...never seen a girl urinate before. Even though I have a general idea, such as girls don't urinate from the same hole as the one they use for sex, but I'm not entirely sure as to how it's done. The urge to pee had become even stronger now that I had the toilet before me, making holding it back in a terrible trial to endure. It was as if there was a burning fire down there or something, but whatever the case may be in reality, I need to go.

Without thinking, I immediately unzipped the concealed zippers and pulled the skirt down. Then, I also pulled the white-laced panties down as well before I sat down on the cold, toilet seat.

Now, how do I do this? I asked myself. Do I push like how I usually do?

My lack of knowledge on how to urinate with the female body made things...rough for me. It's getting somewhat painful now, holding in the urine, and it was quite torturous to endure.

Come on... My feet tapped rapidly against the tiled floor as I anxiously tried to push out the urine. How do I do this? Don't tell me I have to wait until my body forces itself to do it...

As I sat there on the toilet, unable to pee, I could feel my body trembling now. My legs felt weak and the pain was getting unbearable. It was only after about a minute that my fatigued body finally caught grasp of the technique as to how to urinate and release the hot fluid from my body that I was able to relax. Upon release, I felt a shiver went up my body, but it was one of great relaxation and of pleasure as I was finally released from the torturous hell of having to hold in urine.

I grabbed some toilet paper and began wiping my vagina after the stream had finished. To be honest, it's quite the unusual feeling to peel like this...

After I have finished using the toilet, I exited through the door of the toilet room and exited the washroom. Then, I started making my way for the dining table in the kitchen and living room area of the house where Loriana had prepared breakfast for me this morning.

”Alvelyn,” Loriana said to me as I sat down and started delivering the scrambled eggs into my mouth. ”Were you sleeping in Alevian's room again last night?”

Again? I frowned. What sort of memories did they make about this body?

”Well...” I awkwardly laughed as I was unsure as to how to get myself out of this situation.

”I should've known,” Loriana sighed. ”You two have always been close.”