Mindset’s Toilet Trouble
        It had been several hours since the ill fated switch-a-roo that occurred.  Turning Tinker into a foal, and aging Mindset into a mare.  Now, Mindset had just finished changing a rather full diaper and putting the now younger Tinker, or perhaps she could say, Stinker, down for a nap.  Giggling at her own little joke she trotted down the hall.  Though it wasn’t long before that tingling sensation came back to her.  She knew what it meant, it meant well, that she had to ‘go’.  And it’s not as if this feeling was foreign to her, she often felt it right as she felt her diaper becoming warmer.  But, now she had no diaper on, and the ability to hold it in.  Something she had lacked the capacity to do for the longest time.  In fact, she had been reveling in the fact a little, and had been holding it in for some time now.  And it was beginning to feel like a chore.  Though her continued reluctance to relieve herself wasn’t due to the fact that she had no diaper in which to relieve herself into.  Rather, something that was a bit more embarrassing.  And as she trotted into the bathroom, she came face to bowl with the problem.  The toilet.  For all her new found ability gave her, she still lacked the actual knowledge to use the toilet.  It seemed like a straightforward enough process.  She was supposed to ‘go’ in the toilet, it was the exact logistics of it she was worried about.  So many questions flooded, erhg, try not to use those words.  So many questioned flo- No, not that one either.  So many questioned entered her mind.  Like, was she supposed to stand over it, on top of it?  Did she sit on it?  Was that first lid supposed to be up or down?  What was the knob on the side for?  Would she have to wipe up afterwards?  These questions, and many variations like them, poured, no no.  The questions bounced around in her head, making less and less sense the more she thought about them as she paced back and forth in front of the toilet.  Alright.  It was obvious a task of such importance would obviously take some deep thought.  So, sitting herself down on the bathroom floor.  Mindset set about the task of figuring out the toilet.  

        Obviously there was several ways to approach this.  First, how to sit over the toilet, it seems like it’s designed to be used while facing away from it.  So taking that into consideration, there was a couple ways to do this.  One, standing over it, two, sitting on it, and three, standing on top of it.  Now, the pros and cons of each of these methods.  Standing over it would require a bit of balancing.  Though it did allow her to get right over the toilet.  Standing on the toilet also posed a balancing issue.  As well as a height issue.  It would probably make a bit of a mess from that high up, not to mention her legs wouldn’t be spread wide enough.  So she might dribble onto them.  So, scrap that.  Sitting on it was the closest method, and allowed her to spread her legs as wide as need be.  But, which lid was supposed to be down for sitting?  Obviously not the first one, because it was a solid surface.  The second lid had a hole in it, which would allow liquid to pass through.  Then there was the actual toilet, and while this didn’t require and lids to mess with, it didn’t look like it was meant to be sat upon due to it’s narrow stature.  And after she ‘went’ there was the business with wiping.  Would she need to?  This wasn’t a diaper after all.  So, there shouldn’t be as much wiping involved, if any at all.  And what about washing her hooves?  It was never something she had to worry about with diapers because she wasn’t the one changing them, but.  Obviously if she was going to be wiping herself she would need to wash up afterwards, but that only brought her back to the question of wiping in the first place.  As much as having to use diapers wasn’t pleasant, at least it was simple, use diaper, get changed.  The toilet was a whole list of problems and questions.  She put a hoof to her forehead as she thought.  
        Finally coming to the decision that she should first sit on the toilet, having the first lid up and the second down.  Then, after ‘going’ she would inspect if wiping was needed.  If not, then she would simply press the knob, which she deduced emptied the toilet.  If so, she would use the wipes that were in the bathroom.  And then she would wash her hooves in the sink and then press the knob on the toilet.  Going over this plan once more in her mind, she began to feel much more confident about this, a pooling warmth of inspiration flooded her!  Wait, she didn’t feel like she had to ‘go’ anymore, and why was her rear so sweaty, and what smelled like a we-  She looked down the see the pool of yellow liquid spreading around her, blushing hotly, she rose and trotted off quickly, a spattering trail of liquid left in her wake.