The last few days, I was nervous every time I went to the bathroom. I stared at everything that came out, and was disappointed when it was just “the usual.” But finally I was treated to the sight of a familiar head emerging from between my buttocks. “Hi again!” Cindy Lou said cheerfully.

“Uh, hi!” I said, suddenly self-conscious. I moved to the tub and finished expelling her.

She stood and stretched. “Thanks!”

I backed away. “I’ll, uh, just let you shower now…”

She nodded, reaching to turn on the taps.

I retreated to the bedroom, and laid out some clothes on the bed. I’d had to guess her size, but they should be close enough.

When she emerged a few minutes later, wrapped in the towel, she glanced at the bed and raised an eyebrow. “For me?”

“Uh, yeah. Um—it doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to come back in again, uh, later. It’s just that—”

“You won’t be as nervous talking to me if I have clothes on?” Cindy Lou giggled. “All right, I can do that. Turn your back now, and no peeking!”

I did as told.