As Oliver admires her reflection in the mirror, she sees and feels a yellow liquid dribbling down her legs. She gapes in horror. She’s peeing, and she didn’t feel like she needed to go at all!
The allure of being a toddler has worn off quickly. Oliver’s done with it. She doesn’t want to be a girl, and she doesn’t want to have such poor bladder control. Oliver wants to contain the accident as much as possible, so she decides to wait until she’s done. But there’s a problem. Much like she couldn’t tell when she needed to go, she can’t tell whether she’s finished yet. Urine continues to run onto the floor of the dressing room.
Well, she might not be able to tell when she needs to go, but that doesn’t mean she can’t go on command. Determined to get this over with as quickly as possible, Oliver squats where she stands and pushes. The pee comes out faster. However, something else comes out as well.
Oliver’s eyes widen as she feels movement in her bowels. She can go on command, but apparently she can’t distinguish between number one and number two on command. Oliver grunts as quietly as possible, trying to finish before anyone notices. After a few moments, she finishes evacuating her bowels, and the pee slows to a trickle, then stops.
Mumbling a soft apology to whichever employee has to clean up her mess, Oliver leaves the dressing room to grab the ring and return to someone with potty training.