Someone Has A Problem!

Morgyn looks longingly on as they approached it from a distance and was concerned that they would pass by it, without so much as a second thought about it. Maddison did notice it; that look; that, I gotta go, look, Morgyn has. But it was the quiet whimper her child had let out that first let her know Morgyn was in a bit of distress. "Honey, did you need to use the restroom? We can stop. You did have quite a bit to drink. You wanted to pee at the Pancakes, so you must have to go quite badly by now. We can wait for you to go use it." She and no doubt Logan also needed to go too.

"I'd like to go, but I can't bring myself…" My red jacket and beige-white turtleneck sweater and my black pants and grey boots. Why did I choose to wear this? Yes, my Sage outfit, as I call it. I should have put my dress on, at least then, maybe…then I could have gone, in the lady's room. But I know why I put it on; 3 reasons, one it was boy enough but still a bit feminine. The second, it was a bit windy out earlier and was a bit cool from the wind, but not too cold. Just lovely coat or jacket weather out. Third, was, and I still don't know why, as of yet, or at all, perhaps ever, but something, or rather, Someone, namely God, in His way to me, that I understand best, told me not to wear my dress or my grandma's jewelry. So I went with this, enough to keep me warm, but not enough to overheat in when it was to get warmer later on, which it was getting there now. So I didn't need my warmer clothes on, this was enough, and I could take my coat off if I did get too warm. Maybe I should have gone with my dress. Oh, what use would it be? Not much. Eliza and Bob Pancakes had pretty much known me as a boy, so I couldn't change that too much and go with a dress when I knew we were visiting them. But darn, Bob was a much better or had maxed out his mixology skills since I've seen him last, and their toddler son Iggy is so cute. I was a huge pile of mush long before I got out of there after we met.

We got to chatting, and me mostly playing with Iggy. I probably had about 3 root beer floats and one cream cola before we were saying our goodbyes. I wanted to use their bathroom before we left, but Eliza was a real witch and looked and sounded like she wanted to have a few; words; with Bob. Couldn't get us, namely me, to leave fast enough, using the excuse that it was time for Iggy's nap. But I knew that the fight about to happen was all about me. Eliza never did like me much, right from the start. She had been giving me such dirty looks as I talked to and played with their son Iggy. It was only when I was partaking in Bob's root beer floats and drinks that Eliza was smiling at me, evilly, I might add. Now it all started to make sense in hindsight what Eliza was up to, doing to me. She was filling me up on liquids, namely, one of my favorites, on purpose, until I was either dancing, had an accident, or what she did, boot me out before I had a chance to go pee before we left. To leave me in this rotten predicament. I really hate it, loathe, having a full bladder; it drives me nuts!

Using their innocent toddler as the excuse to be an entitled parent, stunt, starting a verbal, and hopefully not a physical fight argument, with me as the target or subject to kick it off. "Can't have our innocent little baby learning to be one of them now, can we." Whatever the hell that meant, or Eliza meant by that. "Besides, it's naptime anyhow." Good luck with that.

The kid was too wound-up and on a sugar rush, as I slipped Iggy some of my root beer float when Eliza wasn't looking, being out of the room. "Want some want some, me want some," he said. So I gently corrected him, "No, you say, I want some, and say, please. I want some, please." I was too happy to reward the toddler when he said it correctly as best he could, and politely, with helping him have a drink of my root beer float, as he was still too little and still using Sippy Cups. But what a little man! Iggy was doing quite well, I must say, and not got a drop of it on his clothes. He nearly drank the whole thing down, thirsty little guy.

Had to kiss those sweet chubby little cheeks, so cute! But boy, those angered and nasty looks Eliza gave to me for doing that, kissing her little toddler. The little guy loved me, what can I say, he hugged me, saying I like you; quite the charmer, I must say. So what's the deal with Eliza being so rude and mean to me with dirty looks? She didn't want me to touch, hug, or even interact with Iggy at all, so what gives, there? But he came to me, and introduced himself to me, and hugged me, and later not long after, wanted to play. What was I to do? The poor little guy was, make that, he probably, is, starved for attention and wanted to be with me, begging for more hugs and attention and to be played with. So I did like how my mom and dad would play wrestle with me when I was his age, and we were having a blast.

But despite all the fun we were having, Eliza still wasn't having any of it. She wouldn't let him play with me. But she made her little guy scream and cry because she tore him away from me, right when he was on my back, and while we were still having so much fun! Little Iggy he wanted to play with me, and I, in turn, wanted to play with him. But Eliza went and ruined all of our fun we were having! Little Iggy even threw a temper tantrum and hit and even bit his mommy because of it, and tried to kick her one, but fell. Well, as naughty as that was, I can't also blame Iggy for it. I would have done the same thing, especially at his age. That was unfair and uncalled for by his mother. In some way, Eliza had that coming and deserved it, to be hit and bit, and kicked at.

I saw she probably didn't appreciate, let alone care about making her child happy, at all, since it is always all about just Eliza, what she wanted or wanted to be perceived as. Where was the joy and the fun in the house? I saw nothing for a toddler or even a child to do, nothing, fun, maybe one toy. Do you know what that was? A nightlight, if that could be considered as a toy. Yeah, I still have that toy right here in my coat pocket; I forgot to give it back to him. He wanted me to keep it safe, safekeeping, so his mom wouldn't take it away. The only thing that he had left that was fun is a portable nightlight. Without proper nurturing from playing with toys, the kid will grow up without any sort of imagination to speak of, and that's just so wrong! No, wonder why the kid was so cranky and upset with his mom and wanted me to play with him. I'll bet his parents don't even play with him. Isn't that child abuse? I know it is to just neglect them. You know what the truth is; I am in love with that little tyke. In some twisted way, I hope that Iggy gets taken away. I know that's wrong, to think that, but not so, if it does mean, maybe we can adopt him, and then I can be a big sibling to him. Oh, especially since that would be the ultimate punishment and slap in the face for Eliza. In fact, I was thinking of doing that very thing, calling up child protective services to at least do an inspection of the house and interview Iggy and maybe get him removed from their custody.

So we took our leave. But not before, out of sight of the real witch, I laid on a big long-distance Zipzap on that nasty bitch who never even saw it coming, or from whom, or for that matter what, as I just laughed quite loudly as we walked off. Lightning, oh, was that lightning? It must be. Wow, such strange weather we are having today. Hmm, how very, very odd; I could have sworn that the weather forecast didn't call for rain today, let alone any thunderstorms in the area. How peculiar! Heh, heh, heh, ha, ha, ha!

"That twit Eliza, it's her fault Morgyn has to pee now. She wouldn't let our baby go use their bathroom if they begged her. She outright accused you of being a transvestite, and said it was our fault for letting you be that way. Even after I tried to tell her that no, that wasn't the case at all and that you were just born different. Yeah, born different as in not normal in the head, just like all other screwed up kids are who can't accept the sex and gender identity the Creator gave to them and wind up getting an unnecessary surgery and are transgender freaks of nature. I told her that wasn't the case with you. You were born differently in that way as you didn't seem to have any sort of determinable or visual genitals. For some reason, doctors could not examine you without causing you pain, discomfort, and trauma. So there was no way to find out for sure one way or the other. So we were raising you to make that choice in whom and what you wanted to be, as far as your gender identity and choice goes, which we both would support either way. So then, is Morgyn a boy, or just dressing up as one? Or is she a girl; and dressing up as a boy; while wearing make-up? She asks me. Yes, both; why? So is he or she a transvestite, or should I say, is it now an, it, with transgender surgery? And why would you even allow it, allowing your kid to get a life-altering surgery like that? Or do you just not care about that to put a stop to it? When she asked a while ago about you, she just flipped right out to find out why you always dress a bit like a girl wearing make-up but wore boy clothes. I told her that you were still trying to decide and figure out your gender identity for yourself. She cut me off before I could really explain."

"Is that what her problem is with me? I can't help that! I can't help it if I was born without proper or visual genitals. Was she going to let me use the bathroom or not?"

"I know, and I told her, as for the other, no. I told her to let you back in because you probably needed to pee quite badly after all those drinks. She said that's too bad; it's not my problem; it's that, it, thing's, problem now, and I won't let one of those evil people tarnish the sanctuary of my bathroom. It was bad enough that you even let your thing, your abomination, play with my precious baby. If Iggy grows up corrupted, it is because of you."

"Oh for…ugh, I can't believe it‼ What a…oooh‼" No doubt, actual transgender people get this type of prejudice and harassment, and I think, in some form, also, sexual harassment, because they are transphobes.

"Yeah, I know, I don't know why we are friends with her. Bob at least didn't seem to care and was trying to convince her to let you back in, to use it, but Eliza looked like she was about to nail him one for even suggesting it, so I thought we better leave. I'm so sorry, honey, I tried."

I honestly wished and hoped the kid would grow up and turn out gay; it would serve Eliza right if all of her efforts to masculinize the kid, as much as she can, all turn out horribly wrong. Or the kid decides to be a transgender person. With any luck, the kid will be wearing black lipstick, eyeliner, and nail polish before he hits grade school. Or better yet, pink, yeah, pink, everything would be far better. Despite not liking pink too much, I find that pink lipstick lip-gloss looks quite lovely on me, and on other people mostly, I just don't particularly care for the color so much on me. "Evil, Eliza called me evil, and an abomination, what a royal piece of jerk. I can't help being the way I am; it's not my fault!"

Logan nods, "I know, and you aren't evil at all, nor an abomination, and I tried to tell her that. Just because you are the way you are, it doesn't make you or anyone else who might also be like that, an abomination or evil. But she wouldn't hear any of it. That's why she was getting so angry."

"Ohh, I knew it was about me; I just didn't know what it was about, concerning me, and why she wanted to pick a fight with Bob. Glad I had a bit of fun, with a long-distance spell I love to use."

"Is that what you were laughing about after we left?" Morgyn nods.

"Wait, what, I, we didn't see you use your magic; did you, Logan?"

"No. What did you do to Eliza?"

"Nailed her quite hard, with Zipzap. You might have not seen me doing it, but I'm sure you heard it at least."

"Oh, so that was that lightning-like crackling sound. I thought you had to be near someone to use your magic spells on them. Isn't that how it works?"

"Normally, yes, but I can cast long-distance spells, with Spectral Reach, so the victim doesn't know who cast it. Or in my case, so that real, nasty witch, didn't know it was I, an actual witch, was the one who had cast it. I bet she thinks she's now under the Creator's judgment and wrath now, ha, ha, ha, heh, heh, hee, hee, heh, heh, ha, ha! It's a reward I have; you can work your way up to it too, if you practice, and I can give you lessons as well if you like."

"Don't you need a wand to use magic? That's why we haven't bothered with it; we thought we couldn't, without wands to focus the magic."

Maddison nods, "Oh, and what's with these strange stones you gave to us? You never told us what they were and how to use them. See me anytime you want with these."

"Oh, is that what the problem is? No, you can just use your hands, as I did. I do have one, but you can use magic without wands if you like; it's just a formality to use them. I prefer not to use them when I can get away with it. I'm an idiot; I can't believe I never told you how to use a Glimmerstone. I was wondering why you never came to see me. As for the other, I had to be sneaky when I did it just to be sure I wasn't caught, playing with my, you know what. I don't want anyone to know, and made a promise when I came to visit, to not make my uh…," I saw someone approaching, up until then it was a pretty quiet peaceful walk aside from my still miffed state that is, with little to no one in sight, so I chose my words carefully, so even if they heard, wouldn't get suspicious, "gifts obvious." Bouncing a bit, getting an urge to pee, bit my lip. Okay, now I really needed to go use that restroom, but that posed a problem, you see…

Maddison was concerned for the well-being of their child, asked the obvious question. Morgyn never made it a point to have to use the toilet this badly, as Morgyn was very careful and always made sure not to get caught short like this. But since the Pancake family had a bathroom, Morgyn had no problem having all those drinks, knowing that they could get up and use it; or pee before leaving. But it didn't work out that way. So it was rare to see Morgyn, actually desperate to pee, to the point my baby was rocking and bouncing, pretty much doing the pee-pee dance, trying to hold it in. "Do you have to go, really badly, or do you think you can try to make it home in time?" Yes, I, or we, rather, know all about our baby's problem, so I asked. Of course, the schooldays of holding it in all day ran through my mind, so I knew Morgyn did have good bladder control. Still, even so, my baby did have a limit. So I really wanted Morgyn to go in and use the restroom regardless of what Morgyn said; even if they said that they could make it back home in time, no problem. As I had a gut feeling that Morgyn would not make it home in time, regardless of what they said. So I was so glad that Morgyn owned up to it, and how bad it was. At least it was a start, and maybe we could help Morgyn out if they were still having that problem using public restrooms with gender-separate sides.

"I can…uh-huh. So badly," nodding, there was no denying it, I really needed to go pee, and so badly as those delicious root beer floats, I had, well, you know. I was already so uncomfortable and started to do the pee walk on-off because I had to go so badly. But my curse was also kicking in, too, as now I wished I could drink a potion or cast my spell on myself to remove it. Still, since it was not like one of those magic types of curses that could be removed that way, I was stuck with it. This was my own personal one, I had to remove myself, and no amount of magic, or potions, would do the trick. So naturally, I started to panic. "I do have to go pee, mom, so badly, but, you know. I can't go. But I can try to wait. Till we get home." Oh, I hope I can wait. I hate it, having to have to pee this badly in public; it never ends well. I've only had one accident, and that was in my childhood and never again. Oh, and by the way, before you ask, yeah, it was because of my problem and a personal curse. So yes, it's why I also try my hardest to make sure it never happens again, but once in a while, like now, it just can't be helped; it happens. Fortunately for me, I always make it home or to a bathroom that I can use comfortably without any problems. "I can make it home dry. Maybe." Yeah, I could have made it if I hopped on my broom and flew there, but that would not happen. As I promised Simeon that I would not do stuff like that, as in, make it obvious, I'm a Spellcaster if it could at all be helped, so obviously that also included me flying home using my broom and making it obvious if I used my magical powers. So it would have to be either done in private and or long-distance casting, which is what I did to Eliza. Even the very idea of me flying home was a no-go; I felt restrained just at the mere thought. But me walking home, no, I had overestimated myself, on how long I could hold it in for, walking back home; and both my parents knew it, and me, and how much liquids I had had. Maybe halfway there, before I would have let go, if that, considering how slowly I would be walking, I was just trying to convince myself that I could make it dry. Still, I think they both knew it, or it was just a bad idea all around. If it had been water or sparkling water that I had had, yeah, no problem, I'm sure, but root beer floats and possibly the cream cola I had, they all had caffeine in them, so it made my bathroom need shoot up so much faster than it usually would, being caffeine is a diuretic. But I knew I had to somehow someway try to get over this dumb phobia or whatever stigma thing I had at some point and time. But I didn't want to try because I know what would happen. After all, even if I did go in, just to try, I knew I would be sitting there for quite some time, just trying to release. As I get shy bladder syndrome or paruresis in public, trying to use these kinds of bathrooms or restrooms. It's a complicated process, and I'm trying to work through it. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise; I could try; I needed this, in more ways than one.

"You sure? I don't like the idea of you waiting too long. I don't want you getting a bladder infection or worse from holding it too long. Just go in and go pee whatever one you feel like going in. Honey, we can wait, so just go pee, so you don't risk an accident. I know it takes you a lot longer to use a toilet sometimes. Still, we can both wait for you, it's not going to be an inconvenience to us, we're in no rush, so just try, that's all we ask, that you at least try using it."

"Yes, please try to go; I don't want you to have an accident on the way home, thinking you can make it home when you can't," Logan reasons. "Just go use it, honey, if you really need to go, just go, it will be all right, just go in, whatever side you want, and try to pee. One of us can go in with you to help you out to feel safe if you do need that support, or whatever you need."

I don't think I would make it home dry now; the pains were getting stronger, I was shaking, and I even grabbed myself while crossing because an urge got too intense. Now it was really ticking down on the time I had left before there would be dirty pants and a shame-filled long wet walk home to deal with. "I'll go, just um…?" Biting my lip, I hesitated, trying to decide which side of the restroom that I should try to go in and use, male or female. Still trying to make up my mind for a few seconds, I watch as a black-haired green-eyed athletic-looking guy who came around the other way just walked in. Tell me that wasn't who I think it was; a shadow, the nightmare from my past. (If you know who that guy is, ha, ha, good for you! Or drop a comment or guess who you think it is. Name wise, as well. If not, well, let's just say that though he lives in Oasis Springs, he gets around quite a lot. In more ways than one, if you know what I mean! Take a wild guess on whom or what he is and what he does for a living. You will find that out, though, what his profession is, in this chapter, just not who he is, unless you guess from my description.) I moan and sigh, and went in to go use the men's side and could see that guy standing at a urinal, and panicked, as I was so sure it was him, and times two, I dashed back out. Face flushed and quite embarrassed, I saw that, even if I didn't see much, but just the guy's back. But I saw enough to know what a guy does in a male's restroom. If anything, he wasn't using it, the urinal, for its intended purpose! I don't know what he was doing, but I sure don't think he was peeing in that urinal! He had made weird noises, and I don't know what he was doing, but I was nearly 100% sure that it wasn't urinating! "I can't go in there, now, there's that guy in there. And he's…" I had no idea where this came from, but, shuddering at the thought, he, if it is who I thought it was, was in there, "ewww, I just can't." Crossing a leg over and bouncing a bit, I bite my lip. This was it, and I knew it, if I couldn't go in the restroom and use it, soon, I was going to have an accident! "I think it was also, you know who, that guy, who told me…"

"Oh, him, right, him. Would you like me to go in there with you? You are dressed in what are more or less guy clothes. So I suppose you should try to use the men's side. Sigh, I'll hit him if he's doing what I think he's doing in there."

I had no idea what that guy was doing. I did not want to know. Whatever it was, it was just wrong. I sense, felt things, especially being a Sage, even outside of the Realm of Magic. So something about it, whatever it was, he was doing in there, I just sensed it, that it wasn't right to do, or at least in there. "Don't bother. Besides, it's kind of more gender-neutral, dad, what I got on."

"We can go together, all right, because I don't think you will go in and use it unless I make sure it is safe for you to use first." I didn't know if we had a daughter or a son, but as a father, I knew I had to protect my baby, no matter what, gender included, or how big and old they got, from things. Morgyn was always an innocent minded person. So if I could try to protect Morgyn by keeping my child from learning such things until they were really ready, well, so much the better. I know it hurt my little one to hear Eliza thought of them as an evil person. Morgyn is far from it. My baby has a heart of gold.

I know how that sounded, but my dad was only trying to help me, and I do appreciate it, but I had some problems, even now, that I should have long outgrown. Like when I had to deal with that monster living under my bed. The monster spray did work at first, but not after, after befriending it or trying to trick it into thinking I was its friend, so at least I could sleep. As I got older and started to outgrow that silly fear, and thought that would be the end of that, only to get freaked out again because that monster called me out about it one night. It demanded I let it stay under my bed until I left home, or else it will make sure one night when I would least expect it, it would start with my toes and work its way up. Dad suggested that I borrow his hacksaw to cut the legs off of my bed, and evict that nasty monster out, once and for all, so it didn't have a place to live anymore. I've got the best daddy in the whole world!

"Yeah, maybe, then I can go. If you are in there with me and protecting me." I follow behind my dad, Logan; I was still embarrassed, so much so, I was trying to take shelter behind him as a little child would, as I walked inside the men's side of the restroom. I just stopped, frozen in place; I felt it, suddenly, like I shouldn't be in here. So…maybe does that mean I am a girl? Maybe that's why I felt so freaked out to be in here. Or was it just that sleazeball of a guy? Perhaps I really just shouldn't be in here, is why. Maybe both? A day ago, I would have Inferniate and Zipzap his ass to the moon and back. Yes, that was my old doctor. I knew it was him, as I saw part of his face; I will never forget that vile face, ever. Now especially with him here, I really felt so ashamed to be in here, despite him being a doctor. I take that back; he is not a doctor; he is a scumbag and every dirty thing in the world. He is a thief, a destroyer, and a murder of dreams. He is the evil of my nightmares. Getting a squeeze and then a pat on my shoulder, then my back, to try to encourage me to get in there and go do what I need to do, dad had even politely held the toilet stall door open for me. "Uh, um, oh, I'm not sure now if I'm," I was going to say if I'm in the right bathroom side. Because right then, I can't explain why, but I just did not feel right about this at all. Yes, in the past, I had gone into the men's side a few times and used it, not a problem, especially with my dad right there with me, even if it took me a few minutes to start piddling. But as I got older, where I didn't need an escort in the restroom, and especially getting closer to my teenage years, it had become more difficult to me, to the point of embarrassment, the older I got. This brings me to right now, and right now, I was mortified, absolutely mortified.

"I'll be right out here, and keep an eye out for you, keep you safe. Just go pee; I'll wait here for you. When you start, I'll know I can go in and go beside you. When you're in there and sat down, I can run some water if you think that will help you out to get started going."

That fiend gave me a queer look, as I covered my whole face with my hands, as I had just lost it at that point and ran out; I couldn't dare do that in there! Plus it smells, so bad. I just wanted to cry! I dash out and whine nearly in tears of pain with a full bladder and frustration. I couldn't just go when I really needed to. "No, I can't, I'm sorry." Boy was I ticked at not only myself but for that pervert of a doctor and did it. "Chillio!" I froze that scumbag. I would have done a few more magic spells on that cretin if I didn't have to pee so severely, as an urgent urge flushed over me.

That was quick, too quick; I realize, "You didn't go?"

I shake my head no, "I can't do it, mom, I can't pee in there; I just can't. That guy, he is the one who, oh no, oh gosh. Oh no," it wanted out so bad. Oh, how I hate my curse so much. I just can't get over it, and myself, to have the confidence to just do what I needed to do. It wasn't a big deal; it should not be a big deal. Even if I don't have a normal gender, I could pass for either or, with my androgynous looking face as long as I wasn't wearing a distinctly male or female outfit. So what would it really matter to anyone what side of the restroom I chose to use or tried to use? Right or wrong, and feelings aside, an emergency is an emergency, and I was in a desperate emergency situation; I really had to go right now! Shuddering as I grab myself, for some reason, despite the massive weird jolt and shiver I got from it, and feared, uh-oh, too late, it happened; and looked down, expecting to see a massive puddle forming, but I was still dry. But that had seemed to halt the strong urgings from my full bladder, to void, but not for long. Whatever that was. "Oh no, ohh, not good. Oh no, did I... oh my, gosh, oh!" Again, that weird feeling had hit me, at least 5 times in succession, over and over again. What is that? Well, whatever it was, it wasn't at all unpleasant to me. In fact, I liked those new feelings very much, but it was all strange to me and very new to me. Was this something to do with my powers? Did I give myself a light Zipzap? I would have to maybe ask when I got back to the Realm of Magic to find out if it was something to do with my powers or not and what it was. But right now, I had a bigger problem on my hands than figuring out what that was, namely a puddle one, if I didn't do something very quickly here!

Maddison had had enough of this and was not going to stand around idly and let her child have a foolish accident, all because they couldn't get over themself, and just do what they must do. Oh, my sweet baby Morgyn, maybe you really are a girl, and you know it, deep down, or perhaps you don't. Sometimes you have to use tough love to be a good parent, and Morgyn's problem now called for that. I would not let my baby embarrass themself, or me, by wetting themself, when there is no excuse for it when they are standing right there by a restroom. No excuses, so I got firm with Morgyn, "I'm going to take you into the lady's side then, and you will go, okay, enough of this nonsense. If you haven't done it yet, you will have an accident if you don't go now. So you will sit in there and go pee on your own or sit there until you can't hold it anymore, and you just lose control and let go. Now come on, Morgyn, you will go in and pee. Even if it takes you an hour just sitting in there to do it."

Yeah, my mom can be that way sometimes. Still, she had it right, I would have an accident, really soon here. She did not want to be embarrassed by me, an adult, well young adult, with having a wetting accident like a little child, with no excuse for that at all. "Hey," I let out a slight yelp of pain. Actually, it was more out of surprise than anything when I had hesitated, and she smacked my butt and got me moving along to follow her into the restroom. (Think of WhooHoo in the toilet bush the slap the partner will give to their partner to go into the bush.)

"Get going, or it will be worse than that swat the next time."

Yeah, that did the trick, I was in there now, and she gave me a look, you know the kind moms can give you. I obediently went into a toilet stall and danced a bit as I quickly got my pants and my underwear down and sat down. There, now I was sitting, I had made it, and checking, yes, I was dry, down there, undies still dry. Sweaty, yes, but dry. But I was still panicking and could not relax at all in here either. But at least I was feeling safer in here, at least. Maybe that would help me out. Even if I were a boy, I think I would feel this way, too, regardless of not being in the correct restroom side. But I don't belong in here; I'm not a girl, either, so I don't belong in here, period. What if someone sees me or knows?! But how silly was that idea, as no one aside from my parents would ever know that, as I was behind a closed and locked door, trying to finally pee. Was it locked? I checked to make sure I did lock it; I was worried I hadn't, well, I didn't. I was in too much of a rush to do what mom wanted me to do, and also concerned, of course, that at any second, I would burst and wet myself before I even sat down as I needed to just sit on down before that happened! I locked the door, there, now, I was safe. Now, for sure, no one could see me, or get in here now, and I was safe, behind the privacy of the door, and I tried to relax, I really did. I'm safe, I'm safe, I can pee now, just pee, go pee, just pee, I tell myself. But I just could not pee. Not even when mom was in the other stall beside me and noisily was going pee. Even after she left to give me some privacy, I still could not go pee. So I sat there crying pitifully about it until just a few short seconds, under a minute 30 to 40 seconds at the most, until the inevitable had happened. That's how close I was to having an accident when my full bladder had just finally let go on its own accord, and I finally relieved it all out. Oh, the relief, but why oh why did I do this to myself, that I could not just go pee in public? Why did I have to make a grand show about it? I don't get it; I should be able to just go, you know.

I was finishing up and getting some toilet paper. Yes, despite me not having any proper private parts down there to speak of, I still need to wipe myself dry, as I spray a bit when it comes out. Plus just basic hygiene, you know. I sat there, a few minutes more, in utter bliss, and relief, and trickling on-off as my poor bladder finally fully contracted and relaxed, just happy, marveling at the fact I had done it, I had actually used the restroom, in public! I hadn't done that in years since I was a little child! So this was a significant accomplishment for me! Yes, as silly as that all sounds for a grownup to say or think, but it was a big deal to me, and as I said, an accomplishment! Just like when I had mastered using the potty as a toddler, even if my bladder; 'betrayed me' to do it or help me along to go. Not to mention, I was peeing freely as my bladder contracted, and I was going after some time had passed and felt the urge to go again. This was a massive accomplishment for me, doing this in a public restroom! Then as I sat there, I also tried to figure out what that weird jolt like feeling I had had earlier was all about, and was kind of feeling it still, only lighter ones inside of me, and that poking out feeling I tend to on-off get at times, but that is when I heard it.

"Where is it?!"

"Where is what," I clearly hear my dad ask.

I hear footsteps approaching in an angered manner as they were stomping over. "That thing, you call your child! That's who! Where is that freak of nature?!"

"Oh, she better not be here." But as she got closer and called me what she did, I know for sure it is Eliza. "What is she doing here?" Would she know and figure it out if I try to nail her from inside here? I really wanted to hit her hard, with my powers, not Zipzap, but Inferniate or with both. Yeah, she deserved both for what she just said and did to me. But thought, against it. Nah, I better not take the chance. She wasn't worth it anyhow. Besides, my parents would undoubtedly tell her off, anyhow, and I'm sure mom and especially dad would have a few choice words for her, for what she said about me and did to me. I pushed a bit to make sure I was done peeing and tooted with a trickle, grabbing some more toilet paper to wipe again; I did so, flushed, and headed to wash up my hands and do a quick touchup if need be; I had been crying a bit. As I headed out the stall door, is when I heard it kicking off. Oh boy, here we go, I thought as I went to wash and check myself out, I was fine. My eyes were a tiny bit puffy, but otherwise, I was fine.

"Where do you think Morgyn is?" Logan states the obvious.

"You mean to say that thing is in there, using a public toilet! You let that thing you call your child use a public restroom?! I'm calling the police on you both! That, it, thing, is in there on the lady's side, and using the toilet, or used the toilet! Now it needs to be disinfected! Who knows what it has, and will give to others, who use it?!"

"You are an absolute idiot and a fool to think that way. You know darn well Morgyn used your bathroom before, and you are here, and you are just fine and dandy. You can leave now; your complete and utter stupidity is showing," remarks Maddison angrily, at the sheer idiocy of some people, who were so closedminded!

"I'm still contacting the authorities and the board of health and whoever else I can to get rid of that…monster you call a child!"

"You had better leave us alone if you know what's good for you," Maddison warns. "You have no case against us, whatsoever! So go right ahead, and call the police; you'll get charged with making a phony phone call. But at least we can charge you when the police do arrive!"

"That's right. We are done with you and the harassment. What you did to Morgyn and, for that matter, your own child, was unbelievable and disgusting, and here we thought you were a nice person. Well, today, you showed your true colors. You are a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a human being, not to mention an even worse one for a parent to your own child, who I think you don't even love or care about in the least!"

"How dare you! How dare you tell me how to parent‼"

"Well, obviously you need to learn how to parent, so why don't you go take a course or look it up online," Logan scold suggests. "That goes for you as well, Bob. I asked Maddison when we were leaving and catching up to Morgyn. She said you weren't having any sort of financial troubles, so there is no excuse for what I saw, or rather I didn't see. Namely not providing the basics, for Iggy to grow up safe and secure, when you do have the means, to provide for him, so you have no excuse there for that."

Bob's here too? So that meant Iggy should be here also. But I had a gut feeling, as I finished washing up, and following my gut instincts, I peeked out. There I was met with a nasty dirty look from Eliza, and I looked at Bob, who at least looked shamefaced. "Unbelievable," was all I could say. Bob was there, Eliza was there, but where is little Iggy? I suddenly had a revelation and a bad feeling, and I just reacted. I called the police, "I need to report a possible case of child neglect and endangerment. Bob and Eliza Pancakes, it's their son Iggy, who isn't there with them, and I'm concerned that he was left alone at home. I might be wrong, but an inspection is still needed regardless, as I did not see anything for a toddler when visiting them today. I saw no toys, not unless you count a nightlight as a toy. He didn't have any toys. His so-called mother took them away to punish him because he had an accident. She expects him to use the toilet. I won't accuse her of it, but I strongly think that there could possibly be physical abuse going on. It might be just regular spankings when he's actually naughty, but I really don't think so. The kid really has nothing, so I think that can be counted as neglect. But I know for sure not having a toddler bed has to be, and my dad had wanted to change the kid's diaper when we visited, but I did it for practice, and it was a bit ripe before we got there. They don't even have a potty for him and expect him to use the toilet when he's, from what I could discern, probably too afraid of it, to use it. Something just isn't right." I ended the call feeling a whole lot better, knowing that I had done something right. The police said they were sending an officer and a Social Service Worker right over to check. Even if Iggy was in daycare and I was wrong, I'd rather be wrong and be in trouble for it than be right and feel horrible; I didn't do anything about it when I could have done something about it while I could have, before something bad, or terrible, did happen. Sigh, and besides, I had wanted to call them earlier, so I made do with my justifications, that it was the right judgment call here, even if I was wrong.

I headed in to make sure my baby was okay, "Are you okay, and did you go, pee?" Why was Morgyn on their cellphone, I wondered as they ended a call.

"Yeah, now, I feel a whole lot better. I just did what needed to be done, mom. I also did go pee. A happy bladder is an empty one. Boy, do I feel a whole lot better now. I wouldn't have made it home dry; I know that now for sure."

"I'll bet. And I figured you wouldn't, and plainly put, it isn't good to hold it for that long."

We head out together. Of course, the shit storm started up with Eliza kicking it off on me when I came out of the restroom. So I went with it. The longer this played out for, so much, the better. The police station wasn't too far from where the Pancake family lives, so I was very confident it was only a matter of time before they were there and checking up or on Iggy and the house with a Social Worker. So if I could stall for time, letting this play out, and allowing this argument go on for as long as I could, well then, great! Especially if they had left Iggy home alone, which meant Iggy wouldn't be there when they got home! "Hey, Eliza."

"You were in there, using the restroom?!"

"Yeah, I was, in the restroom, oh, because, guess what, I needed to use it, I had to go pee. No thanks to you for not letting me use yours. Why wouldn't you let me use your bathroom, especially when you knew darn well I had to or would have to pee? Why were you so mean to me, like that? There is no reason or excuse for that that I see."

"People like you don't deserve to have any rights to a bathroom, let alone a public one!"

"Everyone has the right to the use of a bathroom. By the way, I used it earlier, right after I changed and cleaned up Iggy. I also left you a nasty smelly surprise too, have fun finding it."

"You son of a Plumbbob!"

"I know you are; and that would certainly explain why your face is so ugly, and the personality to match, heh, heh, heh, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee ha, ha, hee, hee!"

Morgyn's parents laughed at the wisecrack remark, Morgyn had her pegged right, and Bob couldn't help laughing at that either! "Shut up, shut up, shut up‼" Throwing a childish tantrum, "You are so going to get it when we get home‼"

"You hear that; domestic assault; I better call the cops, so Bob doesn't have to suffer, anymore."

"I don't…"

"Now you're just lying to save your butt."

Swiftly trying to change the subject, goes back on her outlandish tirade of, "You were using the lady's side!"

"Yes, so what? I couldn't use the men's side, I did try to, but I just couldn't. Namely, because I spotted that doctor who…" But she cut me off before I could tell her the real reason why I hated that doctor, and it sure wasn't what she thought or accused me of at all.

"A doctor, oh, I knew it! So you have done it then! You have changed yourself, your sex! Now you shouldn't be allowed to use any bathroom at all, especially the bathrooms in public! Because you screwed around with what the Creator designed you to be, and you went against nature, and now you don't know what you are! I don't even know what you are! What are you, or are you just what I think, make that, what I, know, you are, just a freak of nature! Especially now! You freak! So what are you, some sort of God-forsaken transvestite, or some evil self mutilator, transgender person, or both?!"

"You want to know the truth, Eliza; for starters, don't bring religion into this unless you really want to kick it off with me. Secondly, if you ever call me that or anything nasty like that to me, behind my back, or especially, to my face, you will be in a world of hurt, believe me! I have already nailed a friend of mine when she called me an, it, and I certainly won't hesitate to do the exact same thing with you. Thirdly, as much as I don't like what I look like down there as it looks gross to me, I would never ever violate my body like that by changing my sex, like you think I did, or to even make it look normal. I haven't transitioned, nor am I going to, nor am I a transgender person. Even if I was, it is certainly none of your damn business if and what I did to myself. Also, I can't technically be a transvestite, to begin with, all things considered, since I have no idea what I am, to be one, in the first place!"

"You obviously are, a transvestite or transgender or both; since it's clear to me that you did; something; to yourself! Now, what is it, are you or were you a male or a female or what originally?!"

"Neither, I was born the way I am. I, don't, have, any, genitals, that I or, for that matter, anyone else would identify as male or female down there. I may sort of look like a male in body, and even in my voice a bit, but down there, nada, nothing, I got nothing down there, at all, that says I'm either a boy or a girl or anything else. Plus, I do consider myself to yes have an androgynous, yet, personally, a feminine looking face. So yeah, I do wear make-up to look like a girl. So guess what, Eliza, I don't know what to call or identify myself as, be it a male or a female, to this day. If I did know that, then I would act and dress accordingly, and believe me, I have wanted to know that. Still do. Since I was a baby, I always knew something wasn't right with me. I was keenly aware of that even as a baby. As a toddler, I wanted to know if I was a boy or a girl. But due to my medical condition, and yes, I was told it was that; it is a medical condition. Whenever I go to a hospital, I only just found out that my painful reactions are an allergy to something. So yeah, I'm stuck. Yes, I would love to know it, what I am, a male or female; I really would, and yes, do want to know, and yes, I will find that out soon enough. When I do find out, I probably might conform over to that gender accordingly. But as it stands, right now, that's probably not going to happen, any time soon, and maybe not at all, and you know what, I am fine with that, and so should you be! The only 2 things that I want are acceptance and the name, or proper diagnosis, as to what I am. But if I really don't have a proper gender, or rather sex, I can be fine with that. Because I think I can choose then, to be both, if that is really the case. Because then I get the best of both worlds there, and I do like that, being able to be a male or a female, or both, if I like. So deal with it! I'm sure many other non-binary or gender-fluid people out there have to deal with their gender identity. Oh, and yes, as much as you hate it, transgender people as well. Get used to it; we are here. Probably been here in some way, shape, or form, right from the beginning, people like us. But it's probably one of those taboo things that aren't said, so they are all hiding in shame."

"You are lying; that's just an excuse!"

It took a second or two for Bob to remember it, the correct word, the preferred term, rather than what people in the past that were like that, were improperly called. Bob remembered that word and used the medical or biologically sound word for people like them. But had gotten cut off before he had a chance to say it by his wife! "Eliza, just leave it be. It's not Morgyn's fault they are the way they are. Morgyn might be…inter…"

"No, I am not going to leave this! You are an abomination, a freak, you, and the rest of your kind, probably can't even use a toilet, let alone should be allowed to use one!"

"Oh, I can use the toilet. Don't be an idiot. But if it is any concern of yours, I have no choice but to sit. Perhaps that is why aside from seeing that nasty doctor in there. That aside, I did feel a bit awkward being in the men's side, and why I bailed out and had to use the lady's side with help from my mom. Due to my condition, I have huge trouble using public restrooms like this because I can't identify with either gender. Most days, that's why I dress up in clothes that are either gender-neutral like this; or a bit boyish and wear make-up. Yes, sometimes I also dress like a boy but try to look as much like a girl as I can while doing so. It is because I don't know what I am. I, at times, also dress like a girl and look like a girl and vice versa. Because I don't know what I am, to decide that, and it's not your choice, it is for me, to make alone, what I am. So I don't need you or society to dare decide that for me who and what I am!"

"Yeah, that's right, and we gave Morgyn that freedom of choice to make, and we both support and love our child the way they are," Logan nods.

"So we nurtured Morgyn in whatever endeavor they chose, and what they chose to be, as far as gender goes. So if Morgyn can't make up their mind, that's okay, too. If they want to be both genders, that is just fine with us, and they have the choice to dress accordingly, so if that means Morgyn dresses in male clothes and wears make-up, we support that. If one-day Morgyn says I am a girl or I am a boy, for sure, or I have decided on this sex or gender or the other, so now treat me as such, wonderful. Or if they decide, I want to be both, that means we get a son and daughter in one, well then that sits with us perfectly. Because not only does Morgyn get the best of both worlds there, we too, also get the best of both worlds."

"Yes, we benefit as much as Morgyn does in being able to be both, if that is the case, what they decide on if they ever decide on it."

"And furthermore…" I stopped and gasp, as I listen, and realized to my horror, what I heard. It was getting louder, and they would soon hear it too. I could also smell it in the air too. I knew that smell instinctively. I smell it so often, with new students wanting to learn Untamed Magic. "No. Oh, please, no, don't let it be… Sniff, oh no, sniff, it is! What have you done, Eliza?! Oh God, oh God no, please God, not that, anything but that! Please, God, don't let it be that. Not that, anything but that! Oh please, God, not that, what I think it is, especially, God, if it is what I fear it is, and where I think it is! Don't let it be, God, don't let it be…that!"

"Don't you dare call on God, He hates you!"

"I will since I'm praying I am wrong, but I have a gut feeling I'm not!"

Hearing a siren in the area. "Is that the police?" Maddison wondered.

"Could be an ambulance," Logan figured.

"No, it's a fire truck; I know that sound; it's a fire truck. Oh, God, Iggy," I didn't and wasn't thinking, I just reacted! I grabbed out my broom, mounted it, and I was gone! Forgetting all about my promise, as someone was far more important to me right now. I heard the freaked out screams and a few nasty words from the real witch as I flew off on my broom.