He tilted his head as he played through the different scenarios, then nodded once. My bathroom wasn’t big enough for three people to aid one penis in achieving relief.
“Spoilsport,” Sebastian grumbled.
A minute later, Dave and I stood in the bathroom staring at his dick. “Can I just stand over the toilet and aim without touching it?” I asked.
Dave pinched the bridge of his nose in a very Cora-like gesture. “No. That would be like peeing out of a tube man.”
I screwed my face up. “Messy.”
“Exactly. So I’ll hold it, and you just pee.”
I undid the zipper and frowned at it. It twitched.Umm.
Dave rolled his eyes and moved behind me. “Lift your arms up.”
I obeyed, and he reached around and grabbed his penis, aiming it into the toilet. Nothing happened.
“You need to release it,” he grumbled.
Right, that would be a me thing. Hudson chuckled.
“Not helping,” I shouted. I concentrated on waterfalls, free flowing fountains, and ocean waves. Nothing.
“Even for you, this is a new level of weird,” Dave muttered. “Think of downing a cup of coffee, followed by a glass of juice, and then some water.”
The pressure increased, and I relaxed as a dribble began.
“Put a little more effort in. I don’t want urine all over my hands, Cora.”
I did and sighed as the pressure decreased.
“Done?” he checked.
I nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
“Good, now we will never speak of this again.”
I spun and whacked his stomach with the penis I was responsible for.
“Can you put it away? Also, who doesn’t wear underwear? That invites chafing.”
He snorted as he zipped me up. “It’s a preference your aunt enjoys.”
“Ew.”
“Indeed. Now tit for tat, Cora.”
“I wear underwear, sorry.”
He arched his brow and nodded at the toilet. “I also need relief.”
Oh boy.
Lunchtime came,and we were still trapped inside the wrong bodies. Regardless, I had meetings to attend. Luckily, if our souls decided to revert, Dave and I would be in the same place, so the secrets of the Serpents of the Dawn would continue to be protected.
I stepped through the tear in the fabric of reality and gasped at the sky. Gone was the sunshine and heavy scent of flowers, and in its place was a bubbling storm that blotted out any light. That wasn’t a good sign.
I climbed the hill toward the table. Aira raised a brow at me and Dave as we took our seats. Right—we were in the wrong chairs.
