Titties sashayed out of the women's restroom, giggling. Might as well mess around while she had some time. She pulled out the app again and selected the bathroom door.
“This room houses sanitary facilities for the female employees” She waited for the countdown to pass, reveling in the unpredictability. She changed “female” to “lesbian”, and the Hesitation penalty finalized the sentence as “This Courtyard houses sanitary services for the lesbian employees.”
beside the door to the men's room, a wide glass sliding door was cracked ajar, letting in a cool breeze from a bright, tended lawn, complete with five toilets surrounding a central water feature, and a row of freestanding sinks with mirrors along a hedge by one wall. The building had rearranged itself so that at least half of the offices had a window overlooking the courtyard, and Titties could see the city street through a tasteful wrought iron gate on the other side. Every now and then, a passerby would stop and peer through at the graceful landscaping and sparkling clean fixtures.
“Must be nice,” Said a voice from behind her as she returned to her desk. Gina, another of her coworkers. “I'm sorry?”
“I said it must be nice, having that wide open courtyard just to do your business in. Us straight women still have to go across the street, you know.”
Titties creased her brow. Gina had always been friendly with Greg, but now... She selected her passive aggressive coworker.
“Gina vocally wishes there was a convenient place for all women to relieve themselves.”
She could be crueler, but...
“Gina vocally wishes she was a convenient place for all women to relieve themselves.”
“I mean, wouldn't it be so much easier if everyone just pissed on me? I guess it would get dirty, but I could dress for it, I don't mind. It's a waste, really.”
“I guess, yeah,” she giggled as she returned to her desk. Stan, her manager, was waiting there. He seemed to avert his eyes as she approached. He was a handsome enough guy, for his age, and he kept in shape.
“Hey, uh, T, ah, I'm glad I got you before five. I saw the progress on the Marie Cayman spot, It looks good. One thing from the client meeting, they want the shot of her face at the beginning to run longer, and they want the money shot to line up with when she finishes talking.” Stan seemed distracted. “You know, when you have the time.” This is why she never finished early. They always changed something. “yeah, I'll get to work on it tomorrow,” she replied, as she selected Stan on the phone screen.
“Your boss is frustrated that Alice never wants sex.”
Well, that was understandable. Alice must have been his wife, if the ring on his finger meant anything. Honey decided to do him a favor. She let the seven second timer tick down, just for the added flavor, and changed 'never' to 'always'. Sometimes simple solutions are the best.
The screen flashed red.
“Your boss is frustrated that everyone always wants sex.”
Immediately, she was overwhelmed.
Titties, once Georgia, once Greg, had already been hornier than she'd ever been. Now, she was just desperate. She'd never been into men, or so she'd thought, after all a lot had happened in the past hour, and she'd still much rather find a willing young lady, like Claire, or that hot piece from the commercial. Right now, though, Stan looked about as sexy as anyone could. He was in decent shape, with dark, chocolatey skin, and just a touch of grey in his sideburns. That didn't really matter. She was flushed, sweating, wetter than she'd been in the whole half hour she'd been a woman. She just needed some action, from anyone.
When Stan saw the look on her face, his awkward expression had changed to one of resignation. Still, his eyes were darting around her body. He was clearly hot and bothered as well, and she was giving him a hell of a show with body language alone.
“H-hey, uh, Stan...” she started.
“I'm not going to fuck you, T.” he replied, cutting her off, eyes locked on her heaving tits. “You know I'm married.”
He'd clearly had this same exchange in the new reality enough times to grow tired of it. But that just wouldn't do. She selected him again.
“Stan doesn't want to fuck you, but he can't keep from checking you out.”
She typed as fast as she ever had.
“Stan doesn't want to fuck you, but he can't keep from railing you out.”
His face of exhaustion turned to resignation in an instant. “Men's room. Not out here,” he sighed. Titties practically dragged him through the bathroom door.