Changing – Chapter Two
I didn’t know what was happening until I shifted after a particularly wide turn. My painted mouth twisted into an expression of fear this time, not shock.
‘MOM! Stop the car, stop the car!’ I shouted.
My mom complied, slamming her foot on the brake, and pulled the car onto the soft-shoulder. Throwing my seatbelt off, I pulled the door open, letting the van door slide barely two feet before I jumped out of the car. My mom did the same, flinging her door open with force.
I stood at the edge of the road, staring down at my legs, as a constant stream of pee leaked into my borrowed clothing. Very quickly all of the pants were darker with wet, the jeans stuck to my skin. My mother was frantic. First she checked the car seat, seeing that there was minimal damage, and then turned back to me, yelling at me to get it to stop.
But I couldn’t stop it. For at least a whole minute (not exaggerated), a constant flow, and it was a good strong flow, entered my pants, completely soaking them and my borrowed socks and shoes. Again I couldn’t feel my underwear I was so wet. I tried so hard to push the muscles that would close my waterway, but no matter how hard I tried, it felt like the muscles weren’t even there. Maybe they weren’t.
Finally, after every drop of water I had drunk earlier had left my body, I stopped peeing. I felt incredibly drained, and yet strangely refreshed.
‘Honey!’ my mom called to me, her words barely reaching me in my delirious state. ‘What was that!? You’re completely soaked!’ I knew that. She didn’t have to tell me that. I was so humiliated, so confused as to what was happening to my body. I wanted to cry. I did cry.
I stood there, beside my family van, my pants completely soaked through with my own pee, crying like a baby. I choked, gasping for air. I was sobbing hard. My mom walked over to me and put her arms around me, comfortingly, but cautious, so as not to get her own clothing wet.
I cried for a good five minutes.
After the tears had stopped falling (well, I’d actually run out of moisture long before), and I’d stopped gasping for air and had calmed down, my mother held me at arms length, examining me. ‘Sweetie.’ She said. ‘Something’s obviously wrong. Lets go to the hospital. O.K.?’ I nodded. My mom smiled. ‘Ok. Take off all of your wet clothing.’
I complied, stripping then and there, not worrying about who’d see me; I was too distraught. I bundled up my dripping jeans, underwear, socks and shoes and stuffed them into the back of the car. Then, half naked, I crawled back into the car, over wet spot on the seat, and then settled into the other seat in the van. My mom crawled back into the front seat. We both put on our seatbelt and the car started.
I sat there, the upholstery rubbing against my skin. Once again it felt incredibly good. I sat there, savoring every bump that caused a new surge of pleasure. I was so tempted to reach down to my now hairless crotch and use my fingers to increase my pleasure, but decided against it because of the company I was in.
We took an exit that would eventually lead us to the hospital, my mom driving too fast. I was really hoping we didn’t get pulled over. After about five minutes we finally pulled into the hospital parking lot.
My mom got out of the car, telling me that she was going to get me a hospital gown. I sat there, being incredibly thankful for the tinted windows. Again after about 5 minutes, my mom returned with a hospital gown in her hand, handing it to me as I coward in the back seat. I quickly pulled it around myself (having taken off my seatbelt before), doing up the metal buttons. I quickly examined myself; the hospital gown was not very thick, and I felt slightly silly wearing it, but it would do. I slid open the door and jumped out.
We entered the hospital through the emergency entrance. There was no one else in the waiting room, which was odd, for the couple of times that I had seen the waiting room it had contained many sick people. We walked right up the receptionist desk, where an old nurse was sitting at, writing. She looked up and smiled at us.
At this moment I zoned out completely for some reason. I didn’t register anything my mom was saying to the nurse, I didn’t flinch as she explained my embarrassing incident (well, I assumed that she was explaining my embarrassing incident). I did catch that we were going to see my family doctor, who was in today, and who was not busy at all and could take an emergency appointment. I mechanically followed my mom away from the receptionist desk and out of the waiting room, down a well lit hallway that smelt like hospital.
Along the way, I stopped at a water fountain. I realized that I was once again really thirsty, and I quickly gulped down several mouthfuls of water. This thirst was very odd, and I was not liking it a lot.
Dr. Sherman, my family doctor, worked every odd day at the hospital. I was glad that it was an odd day, so that I wouldn’t have to face an unfamiliar doctor. After climbing a stairwell and walking down another well lit hallway, we turned into Dr. Sherman’s office. I zoned back in at this point.
Dr. Sherman was a young woman, not thirty, but close to that. She was leaning against a wall of cabinets, filling a stack of paperwork out. She looked up as we entered, smiling at me kindly. The receptionist had apparently called down already, setting up the emergency appointment.
‘Hello Erin!’ She said, stacking up her stack of papers and putting them into a drawer. ‘It’s been a bit since you were last in. Apparently you’re having a bit of a problem.’
My mother, not missing a beat, jumped right into a detailed explanation of my accidents, voicing her concern as this had never ever happened to me before. I stood idly by, listening to my mother, watching Dr. Sherman. A bit of fear set through me as I saw Dr. Sherman’s brow furrow more and more as my mom finished explaining. Dr. Sherman nodded.
‘Well, you don’t need to worry. Come and jump up here Erin. Could you take off the gown please?’ Dr. Sherman said calmly, patting the examination table beside her, then exited the small room. I complied, pulling off the thin clothing and balling it, handing it to my mother. I nimbly jumped up onto the examination table, putting my hands between my legs shyly.
Dr. Sherman returned with a stethoscope around her neck, wearing lab coat. She walked right up to me, kindly asking me to move my shirt. I did, balling my shirt up too and handing it to my mother. Street>Next Dr.Street City Sherman City address took her stethoscope and pressed the cold metal against my chest. It startled me slightly, but I endured it. After moving the stethoscope around my front several times, she removed it from her ears, letting it fall around her shoulder.
‘Your hearts fine,’ she said. ‘But now let’s see if there’s anything else wrong with you. Could you please spread your legs?” I did shyly, embarrassed. Dr. Sherman smiled kindly, but then frowned. Erin, did you shave?’ She asked.
I gulped. ‘N-no… for some reason after I peed my pants the first time, all my pubic hair was gone. I don’t know why…’
Dr. Sherman’s eyes widened at this statement. My mother’s surprise was immense. ‘Well, that’s interesting…’ said Dr. Sherman, scratching her head. ‘Well, anyways, let’s take a look what might be the problem.’
With cold fingers Dr. Sherman carefully prodded my crotch. I blushed, but felt silly doing it. Dr. Sherman continued to prod, actually touching certain things that almost made me giggle.
What happened next was something that I would never have expected. Dr. Sherman touched a certain part of me, and a surge of pleasure shot through my body. Suddenly, I was peeing. Dr. Sherman jumped back with surprise as a sudden gush of urine shot out of me. Every drop that I had left in my system exited me, falling onto the examination table and the floor. I stared in disbelief.
Several second later, I stopped peeing. A small pool of pee sat around my crotch, while the majority of the urine was on the floor. I felt like crying again, but resisted the urge.
Dr. Sherman was slightly flabbergasted, but she quickly recollected herself. Walking over, she placed her hand on my shoulder. ‘I think I understand what’s going on.’ She said. I looked up at her, relieved.
The End of Changing – Chapter Two.
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