There are regrets

You wake up on the couch with a bitter headache, stirring and whining. Kim and Roland were still snoring in the background while you struggle to try and sit upright. You weren't feeling well. After some rest, you get up and stumble towards the bathroom. Your makeup was still a mess, but Kim apparently helped you changing into a long nightgown which felt slightly comforting after what you've been through. Returning to the toilet seat, you open your legs and inspect your vagina. The lips had returned to a mostly neutral color, no swelling, just... eww, the gross scent of semen.

You reluctantly guide two fingers into your little sperm-catcher and use your fingernails to dislodge your diaphragm, which was coated in a slippery mixture of juices upon removing it. At least it fulfilled its purpose for the night. That would've been an awful way to get stuck in your feminine body. After giving it a quick thought, you decide that you don't want anything more to do with sex, so you drop the diaphragm into the toilet bowl and flush it out of your sight.

Still, you didn't feel any cleaner, so you temporarily strip your remaining clothes off to take a nice, warm shower to try and feel better about yourself.

At some point during your shower you also hear that Kim and her hubbie had woken up, there's sounds of life coming from the kitchen along with the soothing smell of fresh breakfast. You quickly finish up and put your panties and nightgown back on before you join them, and boy did it feel good to eat something warm. Bacon and eggs were the perfect hangover food, but still, you didn't feel right about what you had done the day before. Having sexual intercourse with multiple guys, in the dirty bathroom of a club? What had gotten into you?

Before long, breakfast is over and Roland grabs a white shirt that funnily contrasted with his much darker skin color, and he excuses himself to do some shopping which leaves you and Kim to watch some TV for a while.

"So yea, you don't seem very cheerful today?" she points out while playing around with the TV remote.

"I... yeah, I don't know. I had fun yesterday, but two guys? You know? I feel like a slut," you explain, which brings a blush to your own cheeks. Back when you were a guy, you certainly never would've thought that some day you may see yourself as slut for something.

"It's fine, girl. You enjoyed yourself. Tell ya what, you take another one of these," she says as she picks up a small pouch from the table and retrieves another small white pill. "And when you start feeling better, we go and do some shopping later. How about it?" she asks, and you answer with a shrug, after which you gulp the pill down. "Sweet! Hey, I'll just take care of the laundry quickly and then I'll be back," she continues before giving you a kiss on the cheek and leaving you alone in the apartment.