Chapter 122: Manipulating Keatton

Early in the morning came, and his throat was sore, Keatton. Around four a.m., when he rose from the bed and took a pee. It was a bizarre and strange feeling to him every time he urinates. Although it was on the verge of entirely healing but still, it was a wonder to him, and he gets nervous every time urine secretes from his new reproductive organ. Keatton was afraid that the fake pussy might come off as he urinates. Sweats formed on his creases, and he looked heavenward as he sat on the toilet bowl, slowly pulling his shorts. It was hard for him to swallow, but he did for the sake of his tenseness.

“Damn!” covering his mouth