I woke up the next morning and, before I opened my eyes, felt my chest. “Shit,” I said, feeling breasts. “Shit shit shit.” Another day in drag. OK, I knew it wasn’t drag since I was Jess, but it may as well have been.
The alarm went off. Jess rolled over, opened her eyes and said, “So, it wasn’t a dream…”
“Nope. The nightmare continues.”
“That’s upbeat,” she said, getting up to pee. As she walked out, I walked in and sat down. The seat was wet.
“Would it kill you lift the seat?” I said.
She giggled. “Oops…maybe you’ll remember next time.”
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