Beep, beep, beep!
The alarm rings. I feel bad. Not male, bad! Well, no need to ask the question, I’m still Julien. It’s a washing machine in my body. My stomach hurts like I’m about to have my period. Boys don’t have their period! What the hell’s this?
I sit in bed for a while trying to find a solution to my problem, or rather my problems, I should say. Because at this point, I have lots of them! Starting with the one where I’ve been a man for seven days! Whether I avoid all types of relationships, whether they are friendly or sentimental. That I have indefinable pains and that I have no desire to go to work. That’s it! I have a stomach ache because I’m going to have to face all these things today and that stresses me. I don’t feel like confronting the CEO, and I also don’t want to party
