Interview Desperation
'What the hell is so complicated about this.'
During the interview, I muttered to myself inwardly. It was nothing like the ones I knew. Being a top-tier conglomerate, they didn't do interviews halfway—conversation with some big shot in a black suit, plus presentations and debates, the works. Yoo-jin must've prepped hard, but for me, barely scraping fragments of her memories, tackling this high-level ordeal was impossible. In short, I bombed spectacularly. The glares from my teammates were getting heavy. But I had my excuses. I couldn't focus properly because of something unexpected.
The reason? "Oh... gotta pee..."
"Applicant? What did you just say?"
"N-no, nothing."
I tried to hold it in at first. But as the interview dragged on with back-and-forth chatter, that weird sensation building in my lower abdomen grew steadily stronger. Truth be told, it felt like the urge had been there for a while, but having lived my whole life as a man, how was I supposed to recognize a woman's need to pee? I'd just stumbled to the company without hitting the bathroom. Only now did I realize what this feeling was.
I tried my best to hold it. But the tickling itch intensifying in my groin kept stimulating my body more and more. I vaguely recalled reading somewhere that scientifically, women's bodies find it way harder to hold urine than men's.
Aaah... ughhh! Something feels off... It's way more... intense than when I was a guy...
"Hm?"
Only then did I notice how quiet the room had gone. I glanced around—everyone was staring at me. The interviewer right in front gave me a look.
"Applicant number 69. Let's get started."
"Y-yes!"
I played it cool as best I could. "I'm Lee Yoo-jin..." Piecing together scraps of Yoo-jin's floating memories and my own common sense, I barely muddled through my turn.
"Hoo... ha!"
The moment I sat down, a jolt shot to my lower belly, like something sloshed inside. Haa... hoo... Almost lost it there... Haa... haa... Careful now...
I exhaled slowly, trying to soothe that spot of Yoo-jin's.
Ughhh... How much did she drink to make it hit this soon...
"So, what does applicant 69 think?"
"Uh! That question!"
I'd zoned out again. Forcing a smile, I bullshitted my way through.
Hk... hoo... hoo...
No one knew about my forced deep breaths as the interview picked up steam.
"Then, as a response to the current situation, regarding that specific plan..."
Someone rattled off fluently. Whatever. I just crossed my legs tight. It bought me a little time, but I had no clue when it'd burst. I regretted not hitting the bathroom earlier. But walking out of this interview room? Terrifying.
No, wait, surely it's fine to go for a quick bathroom break?
I stroked my lower belly lightly to check Yoo-jin's condition. It felt slightly bloated—a strange sensation, totally unlike a man's body. Flat crotch on the outside, bladder tucked inside, and deeper still, the uterus... I shut down those useless thoughts.
Anyway, the urge—the feeling of something filling up inside me, Yoo-jin's body— was this maddening mix of itch and ache, impossible to describe. A woman's body didn't clench like a man's shutting a valve. For women, it was more like just catching whatever tried to leak out with your hands. Pressing my lower belly now might make Yoo-jin's body squirt right there.
*
As the endless meeting wound down, my legs weren't just crossed—they'd twisted into a full pretzel. I glanced down at Yoo-jin's legs. I'd seen them plenty back in the day, but damn, they were white and smooth. Wonder if it was skincare or just genetics. Seeing one leg perfectly draped over the other hit me again: this was a pose only a woman could pull off. A guy would've been blocked by his junk, but Yoo-jin's sleek lower half stirred primal instincts. Staring at those beautiful, sexy legs reignited my male urges. I stroked there lightly.
"Mm...!"
Danger... so close... A little leaked...!
No... even if it feels good, gotta hold it now...
*
Vowing that to myself, I somehow endured the remaining time.
"Yes, understood. That's the end of the interview."
The second those words hit, I bolted out. Any more hesitation, and a yellow puddle would've formed on the floor. Thank God—the bathroom was right there in the hallway. In my panic, I didn't even check if it was men's or women's before charging in. Women's, of course. Probably my first time since kindergarten.
"Hooah~! That was close."
I dashed into the first stall, yanked down my skirt, and sighed in relief.
"But is sitting like this right?"
I'd stripped off the suit skirt, stockings, and panties in one go before plopping on the toilet. Muttering worriedly after mindlessly pulling everything down. Better than pissing in the hall for Yoo-jin, though. After holding it for nearly an hour, it wasn't just urgency anymore—my lower belly throbbed.
"Alright then..."
I relaxed my lower abdomen bit by bit. Soon, the sound of running water filled the stall.
"Mm... ngh..."
It wasn't like a guy's forceful spray—more like water trickling from that spot. Once the dam broke, it flowed nonstop from Yoo-jin's slit, murky liquid pouring out freely. The steady trickle echoed. I felt it in my body: water emerging from down there. Flowing through the cleft of her genitals. Like sweat trickling into cleavage, Yoo-jin's waste slid between her lower lips.
"..."
"Ngh... First time using Yoo-jin's pussy, and it's for this."
I thought as I savored the female sensation of peeing.
"Ugh... Not even pushing, and it just... keeps flowing out..."
I got why women pissed themselves in porn. Once you relaxed, no stopping it regardless of will. You just let it flow till empty.
The water Yoo-jin drank... now I'm letting it out... ha... ha...
A weird thrill hit me. After the cool relief of release, I sighed again. Droplets still plinked from her slit.
"Phew... Feels refreshing whether man or woman. Time to wipe?"
I rolled some toilet paper and tore it off. Then slipped my hand between Yoo-jin's flat crotch.
"Gotta get used to a woman's body... practice stuff like this..."
The paper touched Yoo-jin's pussy and soaked right up.
"Nngh..."
Wiping the drenched groin slowly brought that naughty feeling back to my lower belly.
"Why again...? Just getting excited? Ah!"
After dabbing away the moisture with a bit of pleasure, curiosity struck as I went to toss the paper. I brought it to my nose.
"Sniff sniff... hngh...!"
I inhaled Yoo-jin's urine scent deeply. The cool, wet paper brushed her sharp nose tip.
"Haa... haa...! Smells like piss, yeah. Duh. Hehe... but kinda like it..."
I breathed raggedly. Having once loved this woman, I could adore even her dirty parts. My body heated up. Yoo-jin's pussy grew wet again.
"J-just a little...? No, not in a public restroom..."
But my hand was already teasing her pussy.
"Ngh... ah... haaah...!"
My pussy dripped with who-knows-what fluid. Right now, I was Yoo-jin. Whatever I did to this body didn't matter. That's when it sank in. The prim suit I wore was already disheveled. I wanted to wreck it more.