You are attending a college on the west coast. Life is awesome here; the food is great, the classes are interesting, the weather only changes from fair to fairer, and you are hard pressed to find someone going to your college who doesn't look good. You are currently working on transferring to a university for your PhD, but you aren't too worried about that right now as you have always been a great student, very focused on your studies, and being interested in them greatly helps a lot. Yes, life is great, and as you wake up you fell like this day I going to no different. The sun is up, the sky is blue, and you have to go pee. Never fails, as soon as you wake up, it's; "Gotta go!". You sigh, and head to the bathroom. Thankfully, the girls is just down the hall. Still in you pajamas, really just a tank top and some sweat pants, you make your way to the girls restroom. You open the door and pick a stall. Sitting down, you relax and let it flow through you. Then you sit straight up in abject horror. You look down in the bowl, and it is just clear water. You didn't hear any pissing, no tell tale sign of having peed. But surely you must have, you felt your self do, felt the it passing through. You look down at your crotch, thinking maybe your roomate pranked you or something, but instead you shove your fist in your mouth in order to stifle a scream. It's gone! Where your cute little pussy should be is just a blank slate. Frantic, you look around the stall. Crazy as it might sound, you believe it may have fallen off, because, where else would it be? It's not on you, that's for sure!
In a state of near crying panic, you sprint down the hallway back to your room. Your roommate is gone, probably of to breakfast, so you scan the room with a feverish gaze. There! On your blanket is a wet spot. You all but jump over to the side of your bed to find your pussy. Your pussy. Sitting in a wet patch on your bed. A little grossed out, you pick it up, goddamit that feels weird, touching the smooth back side of your detached pussy. You take it and wipe it on the already soiled blanket. Your nerves have calmed down a bit after finding your lost pussy. You are so very glad to have it again, you don't know what you would do without it. Your common sense is slowly returning, and you realize that the first thing you need to do is clean your sheets, they're filthy. You stuff it into your sweat pants, another strange new feeling, and roll up your blanket and run it over to the dorm laundromat. Having taken care of that, you stop by the restroom on your way back. You never did get to finish your business, and so you still need to piss. Going back to the stall, you bend down and firmly grasping the base of your detached vagina and holding to the top to sort of aim, you pee into the toilet. Arguably the strangest thing you have to have seen so far in your life, you question how you were able to do it at all being that it was not attached to your bladder. Forgoing this thought pattern while you are still in the ladies room, you wash your pussy off in the sink to really clean it, and head back to your room.
Once inside, you plop down on your bed, now devoid of urine and odor, and hold your pussy up to your inspecting eyes. You stare at it and decide to...
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