Pulling down the toilet seat and sitting on the toilet, she retrieved the Chornivac from her handbag. She drunkenly flicked through some screens, and realised in an instant that she was probably too out of her face to use it. That, of course, did not stop her flicking through the screens to see if there was anything that caught her gaze. She was drunk, true, but she was fairly confident that if something like, "Remove alcohol in blood," came up, she would know to push the accept button.
The alcohol suddenly crept up on her bladder, perhaps because she was already conveniently sat on the toilet, and resting the Chronivac on the toilet roll, she pulled down her skirt and urinated for the first time as a girl. It was different, certainly, and had she not been quite so pissed, she might have found the entire experience more peculiar, but the relief she felt was about the same, and she sighed a satisfied sigh, before grabbing the Chronivac, and resuming her browsing, her underwear still around her ankles.
"Come on, darlin', come on out," came the voice.
"Bugger off," she muttered, and aimed the Chronivac where she thought the man must be stood behind the door. His statistics appeared, and because the experience was fresh in her mind, and almost breaking a smile, she found herself looking at the option that allowed her to alter his bowel control, and dropped it to zero. She pushed accept.
"Darlin', we really need you t--...Oh, shit, shit, what's happening?" he squealed.
The sound of footsteps running away was almost as satisfying as her piss had been, and feeling whimsical, she decided to use the Chronivac again. She wasn't too bothered about who she should change or why any more, so she simply pointed it at herself and flicked randomly through various options, waiting for something to catch her eye.