The real Dave in Janet's body walked towards the bathrooms as fast as he could. He felt he really needed to pee. It was one of those times when he knew he was going to stand by the urinal for at least two minutes to finish. Apart that now there was no way he could possibly use an urinal... Also what puzzled him was that the only thing he remembered drinking was that one coffee and that wasn't a lot. But well, Janet might had drunk more before they swapped, mightn't she?
"Hey, Janet!" it was one of the office clerks Alice, "Taking a little trip down the bra memory lane today, aren't you?"
Dave looked at her puzzled and didn't reply. He didn't know what she mean. Although now that Alice mentioned Janet's bra, Dave noticed how uncomfortable it was how the bra-straps were digging into the skin of her shoulders. Earlier he expected to get used to the foreign sensations of Janet's body with time, but somehow everything seemed to only intensify...
"Oh, I can't wait until I get home and I can get this bra off!" thought Dave as he scratched his back where the back-strap was also hurting, "I'll get rid of this annoying constraint on my chest!.. And then perhaps... have a bit of fun with what's inside it..."
He blushed as the idea of him playing with his own boobies crossed his mind, as he imagined pinching the much-bigger-than-average nipples he had seen on Janet now stuck to his own flesh...
A strong feeling of pee pushing on his bladder interrupted his thoughts. The thoughts that without him knowing that managed to get his new vagina a tiny bit more slippery...
Dave also couldn't know that he'd have to take his bra off sooner than he expected. Much sooner and in much less home-like surroundings.
Dave rushed faster, pressing his soft thighs together as he walked desperately trying to stop himself from peeing himself. He stopped for a moment in front of the toilet door and then after a few seconds of hesitation entered the ladies room. It wasn't much different form the men bathroom - it only lacked urinals and there was a tampon dispenser on a wall. Dave thanked God he didn't have to use them today and rushed into one of the stalls. He quickly pulled his skirt and panties down and sat on the toiled right when the flood hit. Or what he thought would be a flood.
He felt relieved but also very weird as his urine squirted through a hole in his crotch. It also puzzled him when he emptied in mere 5 seconds. He thought he would pee for minutes and what came out could barely fill one glass.
"That's peculiar." he thought, "Is that why women toilets queues are so much longer?"
He was wrong. It wasn't because of that. He was the only 18-year-old with a bladder this small in the whole state...
Even though he finished his pussy was still dripping with liquid so he took some toilet paper to wipe himself with... And then it hit him.
"I have a pussy..." he whispered realizing that this was an inherent part of being female, of being Janet...
The body part so desired to be used by half of the population... Dave remembered far too much effort and resources since his teen years to get inside girls' panties. And now... And now he had full, unlimited access to this vagina. He could penetrate it whenever he wanted, but now penetration meant getting things inside his own body and not just some girl's...
That was the moment when it fully dawned on Dave who he had become. He looked at his wide smooth thighs and his slender muscle-less arms. He was a member of the fairer sex, of the WEAKER sex. Not the one that fucked but the one that was there to be fucked. The one to bear children and to feed them with their own milk...
His attention moved to his breasts and suddenly he understood where the remark about the 'bra memory lane' came from. It looked like if he wore a bra that fit Janet back when she was 16 but not quite now. The soft flesh of his bosom was spilling out slightly over the top of his cleavage; his breast tissue squeezed by the fabric of his bra now really uncomfortably containing his chest, the bra-straps digging in his skin painfully.
And yet Dave concentrated more on a pleasurable throbbing which started his pussy and nipples which now hard became clearly visible poking through both his bra-cups and the fabric of his silk shirt.
Now it was both the real and fake Dave who didn't realize something. The fake 'Dave' wanted Janet's body to get aroused more easily but he didn't realize that the actual Dave who inhabited Janet's body was still attracted to women. Janet's own femininity begun turning her body on!
Back in the bathroom stall Dave in Janet's body slowly moved his fingers towards his pussy when an image flashed through his mind. It was a vision of his old cock slowly getting closer until it buried deep in his pelvis. Dave found it disgusting but also somehow he knew that this would be the best way to get any sexual relief.
Suddenly the door to the ladies room opened and someone else came to use a toiled. Dave immediately stopped what he was doing.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!" he shouted at himself inside his mind, "MASTURBATING AT WORK AS A GIRL?!"
He felt really bad with it. He wiped himself up and put his panties and skirt back on failing to notice how tightly they hugged her hips. He washed his hands noticing in the mirror that his hair had changed to blonde and that his bra was indeed too small for him. Then he rushed out of the bathroom to the water dispenser to cool himself down.
He didn't realize that by the time he got to the dispenser his hips widened enough to give him 'the gap'. The gap meant one could expect to see a triangle of free space between his thighs and crotch even when he put his knees together. And it was growing...