My first day as a man
The following morning I woke up early because of the pressing need of peeing. I rolled down the couch and stretched. Then, walking on four, I passed the open French door and headed towards a beautiful plant, the biggest, that was placed in a corner of the garden. I sniffed it for long, then I turned on the side and lifted my leg. I realised what I was doing only when I felt the wet sensation on my pyjama, that became sticky.
“Damn it, I’m such a fool” I thought.
That, if we think that at the hospital I had the catheter, was my first wee as a man. I managed to stop myself almost quickly and I got up, looking around myself embarrassed, then I headed towards the toiled using my hands to keep the sticky pyjama away from my thighs. Disgusted, I took of the pyjama and I
