Back to your cubicle

You spend an uneventful day in your cubicle, crunching numbers as you do, playing solitaire or checking your phone almost half the time to not die of boredom. Sometimes you feel a twitch of doubt if you shouldn't have taken the opportunity to change careers out of this dump, but relying on being a woman to get advanced. No. It's below your dignity as a man! Better gather dust in this dead end cubicle than actually get a career that’s interesting and exiting when it means having to let more people than necessary see and touch this - Super hot body, that’s totally wasted rotting away in this dump…

Stop it!

You brighten up your day by masturbating under your desk. More than once. You can’t deny it really feels good - better than as a man, to be honest and is much less of a hassle to clean up. You could get used to this part of being a woman

In the break, you suffer the looks with which your workmates eye your curves – you can’t blame then, you'd have done it yourself as a man, but still. Pervs. All men are perverts. And the women doing it too!

And the gull to even touch you. One of them slaps you on the ass. You really should… but you don't. It’s just a week, next Monday you're man again and nobody will pay any attention to your boring body.

At four, your dull day ends…