Beep, beep, beep!
The alarm goes off and I feel male. It’s an intuition that is confirmed by… you know what, this mechanical reaction in the early morning. Anyway, I lost all hope of becoming Julie again. I’ve been in the shoes of a man for six days. Instead of knowing who I am, it’s a little more complicated every day. I’m more and more lost!
I get up without enthusiasm, for a subway-work-sleep day. I shower quickly, do my hair quickly, get dressed quickly, gulp down a coffee quickly and make my way quickly to the station closest to my home, hoping to finish this day as quickly as possible. That’s a lot of quickly, I know, but I’m in a hurry!
When I arrive, Jean isn’t at her post. Intrigued, I approach the reception desk to ask the young woman who’s standing in her place if everything’
