You realize you've been staring at your reflection for nearly 5 minutes now, looking at every inch of femininity that is now also your face. The smoothness of your outer labia is amazing. Pressing your hand against it feels like you're kissing your own hand. Having your vision only 3 feet up your body is strange, but you've already gotten used to it. It feels like you've been like this your whole life.
You take a few steps back from the mirror, seeing more of your body in the reflection. You look for a few more seconds before turning around and walking back downstairs. Walking isn't very disorienting, but it is still strange feeling so low to the ground. You decide to grab the card again, making sure that what you read was really real. To your surprise, the text has changed again.
"Having fun? You lasted only 7 minutes and 22 seconds before you came. That's faster than the average of 10 minutes! Well, I'm here to offer you the best hotel stay of your life. If you fall asleep in the next two hours, you will wake up in your very own room at the Groin Hotel. No payment or check-in required, and you can stay as long as you'd like! Well, what are you and your cute little crotch waiting for?"
You hardly needed anything more than that to run back upstairs into your room and to throw yourself into bed. Despite not being able to "close" your "eyes" and to block your vision, you had no problem falling asleep in less than 10 minutes.
Waking up, you are briefly confused, but standing up reminds you of your current state. The room around you is unfamiliar, yet comfortable. There are not one, not two, but three large mirrors in several places around the room. Walking up to one, you feel a small rush as you look at your crotch again. Looking around the room some more, you realize that everything seems to be much shorter. Everything is closer to eye-level, including the bedside table. On the table is a small pamphlet with the same Groin Hotel logo as the card from before. Opening it up, you skim through each section. Turns out, this hotel is quite interesting. There is a sort of "shop" where you can get any clothes and accessories you want, sex is permitted everywhere in the hotel, bathrooms are not separated by gender, nudity is highly encouraged everywhere, and they even have a pool. The end of the pamphlet simply reads "Go on, walk out of your room and have some fun!"
You look back at the mirror about 10 feet away from you, seeing your entire body. Female, no head or neck, and completely naked. You squish one of your breasts, sending a small shiver through your spine and your face. That's when you notice a dull pressure behind your lips. Then you realize what that pressure is. There's something else that your vulva is used for...
Panicking, you look around your hotel room, but your room doesn't seem to have a bathroom. Panic fills you more. As you walk around, you find it increasingly difficult to hold it in. You keep glancing back at the mirrors, seeing your two feminine hands covering your crotch with your legs crossed together. That's when you decide to just give up. Shuffling awkwardly towards one of the mirrors, you briefly pause, then lift your hands away from your vulva and force your legs to stand up straight. You let your muscles de-stress, relaxing your entire body.
Then, the urine begins to flow from your lips. The warm liquid sprays out and splatters the mirror. You can feel the small stream tickling your labia lips as your bladder empties itself. You can smell and taste it all, but to your surprise, it's strangely pleasant. As the stream of piss slows down, the arc lowers further and further, eventually becoming just a trickle, dribbling down from your vertical lips and onto the carpet between your feet. It felt strangely satisfying and pleasant.
You look back at the mirror, seeing your cute, pussy face with a few drops of yellow rolling down your smooth skin. You feel ecstatic, like that was the best thing you've felt in years. Never in a million years would you have thought that feeling actual urine dribble out of your mouth would feel just as good as sex. You stare at your crotch a little longer before deciding to leave your room.
Opening the door, you don't see anyone yet, but that changes the moment you enter the lobby. About 2 dozen people are in the large room. Some are having sex, some are masturbating, some are sitting on the chairs and couches, some are laying on the ground, and some are looking at mirrors. It's a strange sight, seeing over 20 naked, headless bodies doing whatever they please, but it makes you feel less nervous. What do you do now?