The rest of Jenny’s day went by relatively uneventfully.
At lunch, Jenny was dismayed to find no special table for her, Susan and Katie helped to carry her tray while her hands were occupied with her bucket. Sitting at the table, her eyes and mouth beneath it, Jenny felt so far away from all her friends talking and chatting so merrily just above the table top.
She ended up working out a system of sitting, leaving her bucket on the table, and her head bent over it to pee, she managed to balance her tray between her lower legs and used a fork to carefully scoop up small quantities of pasta, slowly and gingerly lifting each forkful under her skirt and into her waiting mouth. She could feel the hot pasta sauce on the inside of her thighs where she’d missed, she couldn’t live like this, everything was so impractical having her eyes and mouth where her pussy should’ve been.
Above her Katie and Susan continued to talk and chat happily, occasionally Jenny would feel the familiar bursting sensation as her pussy peed again, which would splash into the bucket and cause everyone at the table to stop for a moment, before continuing, ignoring the upside down girl next to them.
After lunch, Jenny had to empty her bucket again and then went to class, her eye line made her start to daydream, looking out at everyone else’s crotches at her height, she wondered if this is what it was like to BE a pussy.
Fortunately the modified chairs were present in all of her classes, and, despite a few close calls with her bucket almost overflowing; Jenny was able to make it to the final bell without any serious accidents.
Emotionally and physically exhausted at the end of her day, Jenny begrudgingly met up with Susan and Katie after school and they gave her a lift home. Susan even made a point of making Jenny pour out her bucket into a drain before getting into the car, just to make sure there were no accidents on the way.
Unable to see out the car windows, Jenny was slightly startled when Susan announced she was home, thanking her friend meekly, she got out and walked up her driveway towards her home, grateful to have at least survived another day of the cookies.
But Jenny found herself groaning inwardly when she saw her parents car parked on the driveway… they were back from their trip… and opening the front door Jenny could only dread having to face an evening at home in her freakish form with her parents.