Night sounds

Being in a body like that was too much information for Janet's head: before the transformation the modest housewife was not one to take many risks but the overwhelming newfound masculinity seemed to release adrenaline of a lifetime in five minutes.

Janet was a memory detached from reality: Janet didn't have an Adam's apple, Janet didn't have those forearms, that bushy gray beard, and neither did she have two heavy walnuts swinging authority between her hairy legs. A voice in her head said "Jerome" and there was no longer any doubt.

The storm outside seemed to be raging within her own nerves and it was time to release all that energy.

The wind opened a door she hadn't seen before and the same feminine, almost youthful moan could be heard once more, this time much more high-pitched and intense as if a woman were crying out for help.

Climbing mindlessly up the stairs from the door to somewhere above where the scream seemed to be coming from, Jerome stepped on a splinter of wood from the untidy step. A tear had opened up in her left foot, a small but uncomfortable one, the kind the boring old Janet of old would lose control of by suppressing sobs and wondering whether she had got tetanus or not.

The renewed and fearless Jerome looked at the pain and laughed: it was the kind of wound only a submissive, whiny Karen or a wimpy sissy would worry about. A wimpy sissy like George, her ex-husband. A fool and sissy like Roger, her son, mother's little protégé.

Jerome, however, had no time to waste. He was a man, a real man and those screams couldn't be ignored. As he went upstairs, Jerome could make out the unimaginative Greek letters of the Alpha-Gamma sorority in the paintings and furniture, which, strangely enough, appeared to be quite empty.

Hallway to the left, even stranger, the female screams weren't all that high anymore and a powerful, male scream could be heard. Armed with courage and testosterone, Jerome stopped his pace, grabbed a baseball bat and sneaked into the bright pink room.

That's when, against all his expectations, five girls in pajamas and in shock made a circle around a man.