Josh felt some muscle in his lower
abdomen
relaxing when it shouldn't and a
feeling of warm wetness surrounded her
crotch and butt.
She grimaced as the smell of urine
entered her nostrils. It seemed that
for this bastard Mark making all women
wet themselves already once today
wasn't enough.
Josh sat on the edge of the bed, her
feet dangling in the air, and looked
behind her. There was a wet spot on
the blanket covering her bed.
"Well, I guess I should clean that
mess..." Josh said quietly, jumping
on the floor and taking the bed
blanket off. She needed to wash
herself and put some fresh clothes on.
Josh walked to the drawers and opened
the first one where the underwear usually
would be stored. What she saw
was only socks. All varieties of
socks, that's true, from small below
ankle ones to long mid thigh ones.
There were no panties. Couple of
seconds later Josh realized that back
when she was a guy, she
requested all the females to be
'pantieless'. Now that idea sounded absolutely
ridiculous to her.
She opened the second drawer to see
plenty of dresses nicely folded into
neat squares. She took one of them and
left to the bathroom.
As she walked down the corridor she
could hear Marks mom swearing
downstairs as she also wet herself involuntarily and proceeded to
clean herself in the other bathroom.
Jon entered the upstairs bathroom and...
Suddenly it felt right to not only
dump the blanket and her dress into
the laundry bin but to actually hand
wash them herself. That was more than
surprising for Jon who, well, never
actually washed her clothes. Josh
waited for a moment but the feeling
didn't go. It was like an OCD, she
felt she had to do it, otherwise the feeling of something being not right
would stay with her all day... And so
the reasonable thing to do was to take some washing powder and begin
her work.
Before that, however, she needed to
clean herself. Josh quickly splashed
her crotch with water trying not to
look there and not to think what she
had, or what she didn't have, between
her legs. Not yet.
Josh knew the urge to do the washing
appeared because of Mark's wish for
her to behave like a girl her age
would. In this reality where women
were aspiring to be perfect housewives
it was perfectly normal for a 12 year
old girl to want to do laundry. And Josh was bound by a wish to behave like one...
Otherwise how else could she find the right
man?
Josh knew that she already had a man,
or rather an insane boy, who wanted
her. A boy who used to be her friend
and now just became this power-
obsessed megalomaniac. And she could
not escape. Mark wished her to stay
home until he comes back so there was no way she could escape now.
But as soon as he does comes back...
Josh just hoped she'll manage to get
the magic ring back and somehow undo
all this madness.
The new dress Jon quickly put on was
cut differently than the previous one
and a little bit longer, reaching just
below her tiny knees. As she kneeled
to do the washing the fabric of the
dress moved against her smooth skin
irritating her gently throbbing
nipples even more. The itching was
infuriating and Josh couldn't help but
try to scratch her chest. As her
dainty hand touched the front of the
dress though, she thought that somehow
the whole area around her nipples was
a little bit... Softer?
Josh jerked her hand back not wanting
to face what that meant. Instead she
begun washing her dress trying to
ignore the new gentle ache developing
in her pelvis...