Chapter 4: The New Normal

Today was November first. The first day of Leah's month long battle against her own body. It was a Tuesday, which unfortunately meant it was a work day.

While she could've called in sick or used some vacation time, Leah was hesitant to play those cards early on. Presumably, the month was only going to get more difficult as time went on, so it was best to do as much as she could now, and if necessary, dip out later.

The buzz of her alarm clock woke Leah, beams of light cut through the gaps in her window shade.

"Ugh, fuck." she griped, rising from slumber.

She got up and walked to the bathroom, stopping to look at herself in the mirror. Her somewhat baggy boxers hid any signs of a bulge or mound. In the reflective glass, Leah only saw herself.

"Well, that's good to see. Guess some clothing hides it."

She washed her face at the sink before heading to her kitchen. Her breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, a bit of orange juice, and a side of toast. After finishing her food and putting on some clothes, she did her hair and makeup and was prepared for work.

Not wanting to attract unwanted attention, Leah decided to wear something inconspicuous: a light blue blouse and long, black skirt. Appropriate for her job as an office assistant, perfect for hiding her lady-penis.

Driving, or really sitting in general, was going to take some getting used to. Until this point, Leah had an empty gap between her juicy thighs. But now, she was beginning to understand the appeal of "man-spreading."

Once she was at work, she settled in nicely. Aside from the added tightness in her panties and friction of her package against her upper leg area, things were going fine. That was, until her lunch break.

"Oh shit. Not now!" she whispered to herself in the break room.

While getting up to grab her yogurt and salad from the office fridge, Leah had the misfortune of a tent forming in her skirt.

Her eyes darted around frantically, checking to see if anyone had noticed her unfortunate circumstance. So far, she was in the clear. But she couldn't linger. Soon, other people would also be on break, and the last thing she needed was her coworkers knowing she had a raging hard on.

Panicked, Leah ran to the women's room and hid out in one of the stalls.

"Oh man, oh jeez!" she said in a hushed tone.

She peeked over the stall door, noting the emptiness of the washroom, then retreated again and stared down at the bump in her fabric.

"Well, nobody's here at least. Maybe I could...."

Leah closed her eyes and gripped the head of her cock tightly through her skirt. Her thoughts raced back to yesterday. The doctor's office, the procedure, her first orgasm with her-

"NO." she reaffirmed herself. "No, I'm not giving up that easily. Especially not on the first day.

But that did leave her with quite the conundrum: how was she going to handle her boner?

"Uhhhh. Shit. Okay. What do guys do when they get hard in public? They, uh.... they just ignore it, right? Or, think unhappy thoughts until the boner goes down.... I think." Leah reasoned to herself.

Again, she closed her eyes. Only this time, she tried recollecting something less pleasant.

"Okay, unhappy thoughts. Student loans, rent payments, that creepy guy in the garage this morning...."

As she meditated, Leah's penis slowly began to wilt, shrinking back down to its flaccid state. Leah was filled with relief as her erection vanished beneath her threads.

"Okay. We're back. Thank God." she exhaled, leaving the bathroom stall.

The rest of her afternoon went by fast and without incident, thankfully. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the fiasco from before.

On her drive home, Leah reflected on what she learned today. In some ways, having a penis was a lot like not having one. However, it was becoming obvious that No Nut November was not going to be the cake walk she thought it would be.