The urinals were along the wall perpendicular to the corridor, with the door beside them in the corner directly opposite the door to the classroom next to mine. Standing there, I could see the girls in the class and if they didn’t look while they were in their room, they couldn’t help but see me as they left.
“Don’t stand so far back. Everyone can see you.” My classmate seemed to think that I was unaware of the situation, despite my red face. “Look. Stand close like I do.” He was almost putting his entire groin inside the urinal, which is fine if you’re five feet tall, but these were individual porcelain affairs with sides and a roof, and positioned for Japanese men. If I tried what they were doing, I’d have been peeing on the flush button. Over time, I developed my own style though, standing with my feet apart and six inches back and bending my knees. From there, I could arch my back for balance and push my groin forward, inside the urinal as my classmates did. After some practice, I managed to relax only my bladder muscles while keeping every other muscle in my body focused on retaining this position of contortion. My classmates were polite enough not to laugh, and I was confident that the girls averted their eyes whenever they left the room so as not to see anything that would make them giggle.