You feel the need to use the restroom and you let go of Karen.
"Umm...I don't know how to say this but I think I need to go to the bathroom." you tell her, embarassed.
"Oh, um, just go. But don't touch anything." she says, already starting to cry again.
"She must have realized she's gonna have to learn how to do it as a guy." you think as you walk into the bathroom and lock the door.
You walk over to the toilet, pull down her skirt and panties, noticing that they're pink as well. You sit down, feeling how hot your face is as you blush. You never would have guess that you'd be doing this by the end of the day. You finish and stand up, but feel a warm trickle run down the back of your leg and remember that girls have to wipe. You tear off a piece of toilet paper, wipe, then flush. You walk over to the sink and wash your hands. They're small, alot smaller than you're old hands. You look up into the mirror and see Karen's pretty face looking back at you.
Opening the door you see Karen in your body curled up under the balnkets of her bed.
"Jake, are we going to be stuck like this for long?" she asks.
"I don't know." you answer as your cell phone rings. Karen takes the phone out of your pants and answers it, trying to act like you. She hangs up.
"It was your mom, she wants you, well, me, I guess, home." she says.
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