Craig glared at the email from the district office with notes from the principal. They were only giving him a fourth of the money he asked for to repair the vandalized boy's restroom. He'd had to bring supplies from his other jobs and make custom repairs to keep things together.
But a bunch of hooligans, who got away, had ripped the seats off and ruined the paper dispensers, not to mention what they had done to the sinks. Just wiping it down had taken a whole evening.
With a sigh, Craig stared forlornly at his budget as he clicked through the first results on Google. Going deeper and deeper, he paused when he finally came across a site with a weird name but better prices than anyone else.
Flush With Pride? He snorted at the name but gawked at the breathtaking prices. His eyes glossed over and he frowned at some of the fine print but it looked legit. He ordered plenty of everything. Seats, holders, covers, new faucets, cleaners, and a set of urinals to replace the broken ones. He even bought a feminine product dispenser. Mostly to thumb his nose in the vandals' direction. The district was moving towards all gender restrooms anyway. And if they messed with it, then the seller would reimburse.
He even went and ordered some spares, since it came in under budget. Within a week, a mountain of packages bearing the site logo arrived at his office.
Setting aside time after classes, Craig went to work. He put on his tough overalls, boots, and jeans and made sure everything was okay. Bolting everything in was a cinch. The smell of fresh equipment and an alluring aroma he couldn't quite place overwhelmed him.
The packaging had warned that "exposure to multiple products could have mental and reality effects" but he had all the windows open and, as he liked to say, "this wasn't his first rodeo".
Soon after the faucets and with a vigorous application of the cleaner, Craig noticed that he'd staggered in place. He didn't feel woozy but he got a breath of fresh air and brushed his long, dark hair back before retying his ponytail.
Finishing with the mockingly-placed feminine product dispenser, he suddenly felt a rush in his groin. Slipping into the nearest stall, he lowered his jeans and sat on the toilet. A heavy flow gushed out of his crotch. He noticed his penis wasn't bumping up against the edge of the seat. This notion brought him worry until she chuckled and noted that she didn't have one of those.
Gently wiping her crotch with the fresh toilet paper, Carol checked the rest of bathroom and gave her nod of approval. Not bad. She did it all by herself. Adjusting her bust against the rough overalls, she secured her tool belt and closed up the restroom for the night.
Those naughty boys will have quite a time trying to mess with the restroom this time, she told herself.