You just get ready for bed

You're tired although it's not much after ten o'clock, and you decide to get ready for bed. Your cute little dress, worn for less than two hours on your freshly-showered body, goes back on a hanger in your closet, and you take off your bra and panties and leave them folded neatly atop your dresser to wear tomorrow.

You go naked to the bathroom and make a point of not ogling yourself in the mirror, feeling a little thrill at behaving like yourself rather than a horny college boy wearing a transforming girl-suit. There's a flicker of disgust as you see what you think of as Carrie's toothbrush, but then you giggle a perfect Carrie Ma giggle -- it's sexy and you feel a touch of sexual arousal in your completely female crotch -- and pick up the toothbrush that your body's changed to match, apply a dab of your favourite cinnamon-flavored toothpaste (your former self had never used that flavor of toothpaste), and methodically and thoroughly brush your teeth.

They're beautiful teeth. They may be ten years older than the teeth you used to have, but they don't even have any fillings: Carrie's -- your -- Mom really trained you to take care of them, and unlike a particular college boy does with his, you never grind them at night. Your parents, still alive and well and happy together, certainly are an improvement over the bitterly-divorced ones you used to have.

Off to bed. You usually sleep naked. There are those cute pajamas your boyfriend bought you, but it's a warm night for springtime, and anyway you'd rather wear them when he's here. You notice on your nightstand the pack of contraceptive pills, the once-a-day type you're used to, the first three already taken -- something inside you feels disgust that you're sexually active enough with men that you're on the Pill, but that just adds a kinky little thrill to the prospect of the usual prolonged foreplay, then sex, with your boyfriend, all while a fragment of college-boy self inside you whines about how he isn't gay, and you giggle again.

Into bed, lights out, and as you doze off you think of the empty bed in a certain room at the hotel where you work, and wonder if you'll do anything about a particular guest's mysterious disappearance. __

I don't start work tomorrow until noon. Maybe someone else will take care of it. I don't want any connection between him and me...

__You decide to put the case with the brown and black "pens" in your safe-deposit box tomorrow...