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My brain really didn’t want to write today (14-hour workdays will do that to me). Snarkgoddess’ sister prompted: "Willow (from Buffy) Samhain shenanigans with body switching, go:"
Somewhat desperately, I went (though not as desperately as Buffy, and not quite where she intended):
Buffy had to pee so badly, she ached.
Very gingerly, she unzipped and slipped her hand down into her pants. She’d never wanted to know, but now she did: boxers, and Giles dressed left. Watching a spider off to her left crawl up the outhouse wall and not looking down at her hands at all she pulled little Giles out and pointed, blind, in the general direction of the toilet.
Unclenching was... different as a boy.
Of course, the next thing she heard was a steady stream against the floor. She tried to stop and OW! She fumbled in her surprise and managed to pee on her shoes. Damn thing was like a firehose.
She was never--EVER--telling Giles she’d thought that about his penis.
Somewhat desperately, I went (though not as desperately as Buffy, and not quite where she intended):
Buffy had to pee so badly, she ached.
Very gingerly, she unzipped and slipped her hand down into her pants. She’d never wanted to know, but now she did: boxers, and Giles dressed left. Watching a spider off to her left crawl up the outhouse wall and not looking down at her hands at all she pulled little Giles out and pointed, blind, in the general direction of the toilet.
Unclenching was... different as a boy.
Of course, the next thing she heard was a steady stream against the floor. She tried to stop and OW! She fumbled in her surprise and managed to pee on her shoes. Damn thing was like a firehose.
She was never--EVER--telling Giles she’d thought that about his penis.
