I’m not sure if this is a tomboy story, or just a weird story.

As a young kid, I practiced aiming my streams of pee on unusual targets. Often after showering, I would throw my towel onto the floor of my room, take aim, and just piss standing over it. Towels were my favorite because they cushioned that sound of peeing from a distance and automatically cleaned up! Despite lacking an elongated urethral canal to grip with, I’ll say I have a pretty good marksmanship. It comes in handy during long road trips along highways with nothing but trees and empty bottles.