Just in time I stood in front of the piss basin and enjoyed the pleasant feeling to get rid of the pressure. When I put my thing back in my pants, the bladder had probably not emptied properly, because a warm stream ran down my thighs. Such a disgusting feeling when urine runs down your leg so unimpeded. Thought memo to me, pissed off place at home with damp cloth wipe.

At the sink, the soap dispensers were either broken or empty and so I was content to hold my hands briefly under the cold water. As I did so, I gazed into the dirty mirror and grimaced.

"Cut the bullshit, motherfucker," I heard a voice say. Abruptly I turned around, but no one was standing behind me.

"Hello?", I asked, listening. No one but me was in the restroom and there were only two toilet stalls, both of which were up. I must have misheard. Once again I turned my attention to my reflection in the mirror and held my hands under the stream of water.

"Hi, egg," my reflection spoke and winked. Startled, I took a step back and looked into the mirror in disbelief. "Well, didn't expect that, did you?" my reflection addressed me.

"Say whaaat?",I exclaimed in amazement. "W-who are you?" W-w-what are you?", I stammered.

"I'm your better self," Spiegelthomas replied.

"Th-that's n-n-not possible," I continued to stutter, looking around in confusion.

"Yes it is," Spiegelthomas replied.

Then all at once it became clear to me. "I'm being pranked right now, aren't I?" said I, looking around the restroom even more closely. "Where are the cameras hidden?"

"Come on, amigo," Spiegelthomas spoke up, "this isn't some stupid hidden camera. It's real, buddy."

"What, prove it to me then," I prompted him.

"Okay, listen, pathetic Thomas, I'm going to tell you something that only you could know."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," I said, eager to hear what was coming next.

"You just jerked off in bed this morning," Spiegelthomas said, performing a gesture with both hands that was reminiscent of a magician performing a magic trick.

"Yo, I'm 15, alta, and like any teenager I jerk off every day," I replied.

Spiegelthomas leaned over a bit and started whispering to me, "Simultaneously while brushing your teeth, Buddy? And thinking about your mama? Oedipus says hello, motherfucker."

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed.

"Oh, you perverted pig!" my reflection laughed.

(...)

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