I think it would need to be more than just a gender swap... but would have to be a complete swap including attitudes, beliefs and values too. What I mean is - if I was a bloke in a ladies' body, of course I'd love to play with myself, hold my pee and see how that felt, release and so on.  But I'd be doing it just the same way as I 'think' it's done now.  As a bloke who's watched porn, talked to a few girls and formed my own fantasies about it. And that of course is a world apart from actually how it really feels, deep down I'm sure - I want to experience what it REALLY feels like.  Not just the physical nerves being stimulated, but in my mind too.  What thoughts flash through, what fantasies and naughty thoughts flash through that person's mind.  What temptations, and for that matter what fears and dislikes.  Without that I'm just a bloke playing with someone's bits. (And of course every lady I body swapped with would have different interests, different levels of sex drive from one week to the next, let alone different between ladies - it could take months, and many swaps...) 

One day I was coming home with a friend, he was shit face drunk. He wanted to piss so he started pissing in a bottle. But the bottle was too small so it overflew, he closed it and dumped it outta the window but he just kept urinating in the car. So he was blasting a full stream of piss on the floor for like 35 more seconds before finishing. He was like "sorry bro I really have to go". Bro the car smelled like piss for some days afterwards. 😂

@Great Horned Owl - Please would you mind adding to your existing posts, rather than creating a new post every time.   Thanks!

What about you dude ? Have you ever done it ?

A couple of weeks ago, I'd organised a trip for a bunch of colleagues into my favourite city for a meal and to see a live band. We had myself and two other designated drivers, so I'd had a beer at the start of the night and then soft drinks.  The last drink I'd had was a pint of diet coke at about 11pm or perhaps closer to midnight.  I'd been for a pee a couple of times during the evening as normal when out around a few pubs (for those that know me well enough, I did pee in those listed urinals). It was probably about 12:45 when we agreed that with the journey home we should call it a night - and left to head back to the car park.   At that point, before leaving I could have had a 'travel wee' but didn't need to, so just headed home.  I had three guys in the car with me - about 45 minutes to drop off the first one at that time of night with empty roads.  Then the other two were being dropped off at the same place.  Slightly out of the way for me, but hey- we're a team, so doing them a favour. By the time I got to the car park at work where one of them had parked (and they were both travelling home from there in his car) I was definitely ready for a pee.  I had at least that pint of coke filling my bladder in a not at all unpleasant way.   I didn't get out of the car as I bid them farewell - for one it was 1:45am and I wanted to get home, also I didn't want the cold night air hitting me just at that moment. The next part of my journey took me back the way I'd come, down an unlit dual carriageway and pretty much as soon as I'd thought about peeing, my bladder state had gone from about 6-7 to a 9.8 on the scale.  I passed one layby, realised I really should have taken the opportunity and carried on a couple of miles to the next.  It was literally a short parking space right next to the first lane of the road - barely wide enough to open a car door. As I got out, there were a couple of cars passing on the other side, but no traffic approaching me.  I couldn't see any sign of headlights so just stood next to my car pissing a long and very relieving stream onto the tarmac.  I didn't time myself but probably not long - maybe 20sec at most, of a fairly powerful stream.  Well, well worth it though.