She must have really had to go because she was already in the bathroom before I reached the 2 nd floor landing. She was just about to lower her fanny ...nto the seat when I yelled ‘STOP’. She looked like she was in agony and I had to smile. “Take off your jeans and panties, lift the toilet seat up and squat. Spread your labia and when I say so, you can go. When I say ‘stop and hold’, you do it, understand?” She turned deep red but followed my instructions and when I said, “Okay. Go,” she let out. So I texted my wife and said I was leaving for an over night meeting but my electrician would be there when she got home and my wife texted me back no worries. Well about six o'clock my wife pulled up and I jumped into the master closet and hid behind one of my clothes racks in case she opened the closet. Jean called out and told her that she was in the master bedroom looking at some wires and my wife came in and introduced herself. Now our closet has those shutter type doors that you can. Flopping to the floor to lie down, he squeezed a drop or two into each eye. He rose up and blurrily searched the counter top until he saw the hemorrhoid cream and then flopped back down. He squeezed a little onto a fingertip and gingerly smeared it below his eyes. Even in the state he was in Joe managed a soft chuckle. “Putting hemorrhoid cream on my face..heh heh…gets me every time.” A very unsympathetic and condescending voice interrupted his brief moment of humor. “You look like shit. Even. " I just wish I could wear pants when I wanted like you."Tom sniffled. "I was told by Amy and Terry about some kindof body swap clinic." Your dad is working there now." Jane said in anunderstanding tone. "Real girls who sign up for thevolunteer list to swap with willing males are brought in tomake a transition much safer than an operation. Since manyof those who swap end up getting married you might be ableto provide me with grandchildren someday." The day after tomorrow is Saturday." Jane said.