This choice: Think of something else. • Go Back... David decided that he had more important things to do than to go to the bathroom. He was here to check on his body and that is what he was going to do. He waddled back to the room where the doctors were attending to his body. He peered inside, he could hear the sound of the heart monitor that they had hooked him up to. There was still quite a bit of activity. David vaguely registered that the doctor ordered a CT scan of his head.
On some level David was aware that they didn't want him in there. "But its my body," he reasoned to himself. He decided to walk right in there and demand an update. He didn't want to get in their way since he did want them to do their jobs, but he damn well wanted some answers. With that thought, he walked in.
"How is he doing?" David asked. "Is he ... OK?" he managed to ask. He was crying. This prevented the doctors from questioning that this young woman was related, however they didn't have time. One of the nurses came up to deal with David mainly to get rid of him, but she also provided some cursory information. "He hit his head," she offered. "And he is unconscious. We need space to fully asses the situation. We need you to wait in the waiting room," she then deftly nudged him out of the room and drew the curtain.
Dejectedly David wandered off. For now he had no choice. The overwhelming sensation that he had to pee came right back. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. He hit the wall with the side of his fist in a most unladylike fashion. The entire situation was too much. Having to pee was not really his biggest problem, but it was the last straw. He stormed into the family bathroom that was in the hall. David was glad that he had a nice private bathroom. He didn't really feel that he would belong in either variant of a more public bathroom.
After entering, he took another look in the mirror. He was hoping that he'd see himself in the mirror and that this whole ordeal was just some kind of dream, or hallucination, or something other than the impossible and scary situation that it was. "Let's get this over with," he sighed.
He turned his attention to the toilet. He knew that he'd have to sit down so he pulled a seat protector out of the pack and laid it on the seat. "Here goes nothing," he muttered and tried to pull his skirt down. It didn't slide off of his hips like he'd hoped. It took him a moment of exploration and fumbling to find the zipper on the side. When that was unfastened he slipped the skirt down. Next he grabbed Emily's stocking and panties together and slid those down. He tried not to think about what he was wearing. Up until now he had barely noticed since he'd been preoccupied with his own body.
With everything down he took a seat and relaxed. He found that in spite of his different plumbing, it was the same muscles that had to be relaxed to let the stream flow. He tried not to think about the sensations and just let it happen. Finally he was done. He thought it felt great. He could feel just a bit of urine between his legs. "Gross," he grimaced as he took a small wad of paper and wiped. "I did not need to have to do that," he muttered.
Finally he was done with the whole ordeal and pulled up his panties. He tried not to look down until the panties were in place and managed to succeed. Next he slid the pantyhose into place. Again he tried to ignore the disconcerting sensations that screamed to him that he wasn't himself. Finally he pulled his skirt back up and just barely remembered to zip it. He washed up and wandered back to the waiting room. For lack of anything else to do, he sat down and thumbed through a magazine. He just sat there in a stupor for what felt like days but actually about forty minutes.
Finally the nurse came. David scrambled to his feet. "Is he OK?" David asked the nurse.
"Who?" she asked him. David vaguely remembered that anyone who knows a full name can inquire about basic status but it may not be detailed. David gave the nurse his full name, and for good measure recited every bit of information that it might be reasonable for a close relative or friend to know. "It's serious," she replied.
"What does that mean?" David asked. Then for good measure added, "He's my fiance." She looked around for a minute, unsure of what to do. She knew she wasn't supposed to give out any more than the designated one word basic status. She looked at David, in Emily's body. She felt deeply for the woman in front of her.
Finally she said, "Well, he doesn't have any family that we can find." David nodded. It was true. He had no siblings and his parents were dead. He might have had some extended relatives out there but he didn't really know them. The nurse contemplated his request. "OK, you might want to sit back down. He is in some kind of coma," she said tenderly. "He has a minor bump on the head that needed a few stitches, but that is the extent of his external injuries. We are worried that something else that we aren't seeing may be wrong and causing this coma."
David didn't press the nurse any further for details. He was well aware of what was going on. "So Emily isn't in there," he whispered to himself quietly as he thought about it. "Can I see him?" David asked.
"Well, I don't know," she said. She was already worried about repercussions for divulging as much as she had.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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