Being exhausted, having no idea where she was, and having no place to go, Kat finally found a bench by the side of the road and simply lay down on it for a while, looking down at her male outfit and shuddering.
"I had it all," she thought to herself, "magic, a family, a home. A future. My womanhood. Now I'm a homeless man sleeping on a bench." At last she drifted off to sleep, hoping this was a nightmare she'd wake up from in the morning.
Morning did come, but Kat's nightmare didn't go. She woke up with the sun in her eyes and the morning dew on her skin and clothes. She could feel a full bladder inside her; she hadn't been to a toilet since she'd changed. She looked around and saw she was still on the park bench. All her memories from the day before came back to her. How she had been drained of her magic and transformed into a male. She saw her pockets were turned inside out and realized someone had tried to steal from her while she'd slept. She took some small paradoxical comfort in realizing they'd found nothing. Because she had nothing.
"Oh, man, I gotta pee so bad," she groaned, getting up from the bench and stumbling in search of somewhere, anywhere, that might be open to the public this time of day. She found a fast food restaurant which was serving breakfast. The smell was tantalizing to her because she had no money. But she did see an old-fashioned pay phone on the corner just past it. "It's all right," she told herself, "I'll just call home and beg mom to take me back. She can't stay this mad at me forever." Kat recited her home phone number over and over again in her head. "I'll call collect," she said, knowing she had no coins to put into the antiquated device.
Throwing the restaurant door open, she severely underestimated her new masculine strength. The door banged the wall beside it and the glass nearly cracked. Everyone looked at her. "Sorry," she said, startling herself with her deep male voice. She tried not to make eye contact with anyone, just find the place where the toilets were. She almost went into the ladies room but remembered. Turning around and walking into the men's room felt so wrong; she'd never been allowed in here before. Her eyes caught sight of a urinal. The man standing in front of it zipped up his pants and moved to the sink to wash up. Kat sighed. "I'd better get used to using one of these things," she thought to herself. She stepped up, dug around in the front of her own pants, and found her own zipper. Opening it up, she started digging around inside for what she knew was in there. The other man was gone by the time she had finally pulled it out. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she thought, gripping her soft phallus gently and aiming it at the porcelain receptacle.
Part of Kat couldn't believe what she was holding was real. She was half-afraid to relax her bladder, half-expecting her familiar feminine parts to still be there, spewing out her urine into her pants immediately if she were to let go. But when she finally built up the nerve to release her flow, nothing came out anyway ... not at first, that is. She felt warm fluid flowing down her inner plumbing, voyaging down her longer urethra. And then she felt it, sliding into her flaccid male outlet hose. At last she saw it, a fast jet of yellow surging from the tip and pummeling the porcelain. It felt so disorienting, a familiar bodily fluid getting carried through a hole in her clothes to the outside world via a still-unfamiliar body part. "So this is how guys feel when they take a leak," she thought with some interest, finally starting to enjoy the soothing tingle of liquid draining out of her through a sensual tube on her groin.
The flow came to a stop seemingly too soon, and some new instinct told Kat to shake it, and a few extra drops tumbled out of her flopping penis. With some careful coordination, she managed to tuck the thing away again and went wash her hands as usual. "I guess I can't call myself Kat if anyone asks," she thought, "What was it grandma called me? Kane! That's it. Yuck. Sounds like a boy's name. Well, I guess I can still call myself Kat when I call mom here in a few minutes."
She didn't bother to give anyone either her male or her female name on the way out of the restaurant, however. She tried to slip out as inconspicuously as possible. She nevertheless heard a voice from behind the counter shouting that the facilities were for customers only, and she had to buy something. She just turned and ran out of the store. She did stop at the payphone, though. She called the number for to place a collect call. Then she was asked what number she wanted to dial. She tried to remember her home number again, and this time, strangely, she couldn't. She had rehearsed it over and over again before peeing and now ... it was just gone from her mind like it was never there.
And then Kat remembered the other part of her curse. She was going to remember less and less of her old life as she experienced more and more of her maleness. Most especially, she was inevitably going to forget about magic. But for now, she couldn't figure out the faintest clue of how she might contact home.