Human Anatomy

I stared at my schedule in absolute confusion. "What the fuck...?" I said to myself, still keeping one hand clamped over my private parts. "Human Anatomy 203? That's not a class that's required for a law degree. What the hell is Austin planning...?"

I instinctively reached for my phone in my pants pocket, until I remembered: not only do I not have my phone with me, I don't have any pants with me either, or even any other clothes, for that matter.

Goddammit, I hate how, even though it's been a whole and a half of this bullshit, I'm still not used to this. Running around with my dick swinging back and forth hasn't gotten easier, I still can't fucking believe that I'm naked in my own fucking school, and I still can't believe that all of my worldly possessions are gone!!

I took a deep breath, sucking up my bitter emotions, and started walking towards my first period class (which thankfully was related to my degree), hoping and praying for a miracle that some sense of normalcy will return to my life.