To your cubicle again, one last time. TGIF

Back to your old job, you spend an uneventful day in your cubicle, crunching numbers as you do, playing solitaire or checking your phone almost half the time to not die of boredom.

Sometimes you feel a twitch of doubt if you shouldn't have rejected the opportunities give to you to end up elsewhere than back in her at the end of this work week.

You feel a flutter in your stomach as to what this means for your encounter with fate on Sunday. The gemstone around your neck is feeling cold, this isn't the optimal path the old hag had in mind for your - learning experience, but it's the one you chose. You have a couple of things it has to enough.

But enough for what? Become a man gain. Back to this place on Monday, only with a cock between your legs and less attention from everyone else again? But you're not thinking about staying a woman, for real, right. That would be...

You distract yourself by masturbating under your desk. More than once. You can’t deny it really feels good - better than as a man, to be honest and is much less of a hassle to clean up. You could get used to this part of being a woman

In the break, you suffer the looks with which your workmates eye your curves – you can’t blame then, you'd have done it yourself as a man, but still. Pervs. All men are perverts. And the women doing it too!

You don't hate it as much as you did on Monday.

No. Be honest, you never hated it, always enjoyed the attention. At last that you can admit to yourself this Friday.

At four, your dull day ends…