No, This wasn't going to happen to you, being late for work wasn't going to be the end of the world, and with a quick phone call your boss had okayed the day off due to some random sickness you had made up on the spot.
Now without the rush for work, you stand in front of one of the mirrors in your room giving you a full body view, you always have to admit you look good in your barista uniform, the short sleeve white shirt and black waistcoat with black trousers completing the look. You know it is probably impossible for anyone else to notice, but you can't help but see the difference in the front of your trousers, the lack of any slight bulged or shape to define your masculinity.
Dropping them to the floor and slowly looking at the result, you can't tell there is a cock hiding behind the detailed prosthetic you are stuck wearing, the sight it no different from the many woman you have had the pleasure of examining before now, only that its your own you stare at. The amazing feeling as you ran your fingers over the skin of these pussy pants, you could feel your finger running over them as if it was truly your own skin, and to your finger it felt like the real thing, even as you ran across your lips.... if felt...
No, enough, whatever this Penny is, they are going to fix it. Ghosts are all willpower and intent, or something like that, you are sure you've read or heard that somewhere...
With that you quickly pull your boxers and trousers up and open the hidden room up again, mind set that she will take this off and...
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