Wash

"I just wanted to tell you not to forget to wash your Mr.happy."

"What?"

"You left it in the shower. That doesn't count." You take a curious peek into the bathroom where you found a limp flesh replica of a penis. Your penis!

Immediately your hand shot into your underwear and found nothing! Your dick was gone, now you only had an opening. Memories **** themselves over your past life. You remember being 15 and your father allowing you to begin hormones, exercising every day to grow good enough muscles to keep away any hint of a feminine figure. You remember feeling lucky you wouldn't need top surgery, unlike the poor new Robbie.

"Fuck!"

"It's fine, it doesn't take that long to wash. I'll see you at the club later."