I crankily turned my head toward Evelyn with an awkward expression, trying to keep as much of my embarrassment as possible from leaking into my voice.
“I need to use the restroom.”
Evelyn stared at me with a slightly blank expression for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face, as though she suddenly found the situation rather amusing.
“Then just go. It was bound to happen eventually. Just don’t forget to wipe properly... or would you like me to show you personally?”
Unable to endure her teasing any longer, I darted toward the bathroom and hurriedly closed the door behind me.
In the bathroom mirror, I could see just how red my face had become.
From behind the closed door, I could hear my own voice giving me instructions.
“Keep the entire skirt away from the bowl, pull my underwear down before you sit, and when you’re finished, wipe from front to back.”
Oh great, it seemed she had decided to be considerate after teasing me. Well, I couldn't say that her advice wasn't helpful, considering I had never peed as a woman before.
I looked down at the enormous amount of dark-blue fabric covering my legs and sighed.
Following her first instruction, I carefully gathered the skirt in both hands and pulled it upward. It took considerably more effort than I had expected, since every time I thought I had gathered enough of it, another section seemed determined to remain somewhere behind me.
How do women deal with this without accidentally dropping half their dress into the toilet?
Eventually, I managed to bunch the entire skirt safely around my waist. The sight reflected in the mirror was considerably less elegant than Evelyn had looked in the same dress on television earlier, but at least nothing was touching the floor.
Then came the second problem.
I bunched as much of the dress as I could against my waist with my left arm, freeing my right hand to reach for the waistband.
Or what little there was of it.
Beneath the extravagant dress was a tiny midnight-blue thong made from some ridiculously soft-looking material, its narrow edges decorated with delicate gold embroidery that matched the gown. The sides were little more than thin straps disappearing around my hips, while the back seemed to consist of almost nothing at all.
Of course, even her underwear had to look expensive.
Keeping the dress securely gathered with one arm, I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband and carefully pulled it down.
Naturally, my eyes followed.
I had to lean forward farther than I expected before I could properly see past the considerable obstruction hanging from my chest, but curiosity proved more than enough motivation.
For several seconds, I simply stared.
The part between my legs looked almost strangely neat from above. The outer lips rested closely together, leaving only a thin line between them and the slightest hint of softer pink skin hidden farther inside. I had obviously seen a woman's body before, but seeing one from this angle was entirely different, especially when every movement of the body I was examining belonged to me for the moment.
So, this is what it actually looks like from up here.
Curiosity got the better of me. Still holding the bundled dress securely against my stomach, I cautiously brought my free hand down and ran a fingertip along the soft skin.
I froze almost immediately.
The sensation of my finger running along the thin slit was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Not exactly satisfied with a single touch, I tried it once more, more deliberately this time, gently tracing the unfamiliar shape before slightly shifting the outer fold aside. A little more of the pink skin underneath became visible, and the touch produced a considerably sharper sensation than I had expected.
Oh.
My finger stopped.
It wasn't unpleasant. Quite the opposite, which was precisely why I decided that continuing the experiment while Evelyn was sitting directly outside the bathroom would probably lead somewhere I really didn't need to go right now.
Besides, my bladder had apparently grown tired of waiting for my scientific curiosity to satisfy itself.
Right. I came here to pee.
I reluctantly pulled my hand away, lowered the tiny thong farther down my thighs, then carefully turned toward the toilet while making absolutely certain that none of the expensive dark-blue fabric hanging from my arm was anywhere near the bowl.
Sitting down should have been the simplest part of the whole ordeal, yet even that felt oddly different. My thighs naturally settled into a slightly different position, the weight of my chest shifted forward again, and there was an unfamiliar sense of exposure between my legs that made me instinctively tense.
For several seconds, nothing happened.
Come on, Nathan. You know how to pee.
Apparently, my mind disagreed with the statement when attached to completely different equipment.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax.
A moment later, warmth accompanied the sudden release of pressure inside my lower abdomen.
“Ahh…”
The quiet sigh escaped before I could stop it.
The relief itself was wonderfully familiar. After holding it in for so long without even realizing it, the gradual disappearance of that pressure was almost enough to make me forget the absurdity of the situation.
Almost.
Everything else felt subtly wrong—not painful or uncomfortable, merely unfamiliar. There was none of the usual sensation of controlling something in front of me. Instead, the stream seemed to leave from somewhere beneath me, accompanied by faint warmth and sensations around an area my brain had never associated with urinating before.
I opened my eyes and looked down again.
Huh.
For something I had done several times a day for twenty years, peeing had suddenly become unfamiliar.
When the last of the pressure finally disappeared, I remained sitting for another moment, enjoying the relief before Evelyn's voice from earlier came to mind.
Front to back.
Right.
I reached for the toilet paper and hesitated for an embarrassingly long moment.
Apparently, even finishing the job required instructions now.
When I finally left the bathroom, I found Evelyn standing at the entrance to my room, wearing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of slacks. In her hands was another set of clothes: a white tank top and navy shorts.
“It seemed you were enjoying yourself in there, so I took the liberty of changing into something more comfortable. I also picked out something more suitable for you to wear.”
Evelyn spoke as she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into my room.
“It’s not like you can sleep properly dressed like that. The princess of the business world certainly can’t be going to bed without removing her makeup. Come here and let me help you take off your dress.”
Once I was inside, Evelyn closed the bedroom door behind us as though making sure I wouldn't attempt to escape, then placed the clothes in her hands on the bed.
“Turn around.”
There was something particularly irritating about hearing my own voice give me orders with such confidence, but considering I still had no idea how the dress was supposed to come off, I reluctantly obeyed.
Evelyn stepped behind me and gathered my hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of my neck and sending a slight chill across my skin despite the warmth of the house. Her fingers found the tiny clasp holding the halter together almost immediately.
Click.
The tension around my neck disappeared.
Before I realized what was happening, the front of the dress loosened and slipped away from my chest.
“Whoa.”
What it had been keeping contained all evening was finally freed from its constraints. As the fitted fabric slid down across my chest, it brushed over my nipples and sent a tingling sensation through me, enough to make me instinctively hold my breath. Apparently, they were far more sensitive than I had expected. Freed from the tension of the dress, my breasts settled slightly lower into their natural position, swaying from the sudden movement before becoming still.
Author’s Note
A small update for everyone who has been following the story.
Quite a few more people have been adding the book to their reading lists and continuing with it than I honestly expected when I started posting here. Since the first book is already completely finished, I eventually thought there wasn’t much reason to keep people waiting if some of you would rather continue immediately.
So, the complete first book, Glitched Awakening: The Awakening, is now available on Amazon.
I’m currently pricing the Kindle edition at $6.99. For a little context, the first book is just over 120,000 words, so it is a full-length novel rather than a short volume. I ended up putting far more effort into this book than I ever expected when I first started writing it, and somewhere along the way it became something I genuinely cared about finishing properly. Because of that, I’d like to give it a fair chance rather than immediately treating it like something that should be sold as cheaply as possible.
That said, I’m genuinely interested in what you think about the price. If $6.99 feels too expensive for a complete novel like this, please feel free to tell me. I’m not married to the number, and I can always reconsider it later.
I also want to make one thing very clear: the Amazon release does not mean I’m stopping the Scribble Hub version. I’ll still do my best to keep releasing around two parts a day here whenever I can. If you would rather continue reading for free, please do. I don’t want anyone who has already started the story here to suddenly feel as though they have to pay just to find out how it ends.
The Amazon version is simply there for anyone who wants the complete book immediately, wants to have their own copy, or would like to support the story with a one-time purchase rather than a subscription.
There is also quite a bit more Glitched Awakening already on the way. The first side story is almost finished and mainly needs some final polishing and chapter restructuring before I’m happy with it. The second main book is also well underway, and if everything continues going smoothly, I expect to finish it within the next few weeks.
So if you do reach the end of The Awakening, hopefully you won’t have to wait too long before there is more.
[Amazon link]
And if you do decide to pick up the Amazon edition, I’d really appreciate an honest review once you’ve finished it. Positive or negative, I’d much rather hear what you genuinely thought.
Most of all, though, thank you for reading. I genuinely didn’t expect this many people to find the story this quickly.