Beep, beep, beep...
“Damn wake-up call!” I shout in my male voice.
No need to touch my parts. I already know from the hoarse voice that has just escaped my throat that nothing has changed during the night. I don’t even need to mention my little guy, hard as a rock, probably lacking due to this chastity that my old self imposes on my new self. I’ve been a man for five days. I’m starting to believe that I’m going to stay in this body for good, not unpleasant if not for this very uncomfortable morning reflex.
The morning marathon begins with a quick shower, rough trimming of my beard, some combing of my indomitable hair, swallowing of some leftover apple pie, in short… a race!
I forgot for a moment that I was the Deputy Director of my department, that I don’t have to go to work at dawn to
