Dan was woken up by his door bell ringing over and over. He groaned. Was that all just a dream. He sat up and realised it wasn't. His hair was long and messy, and he still had the tell tale weight of breasts on his chest.
What the hell happened? The ring didnt work? He felt unhappy and fit to crying. But he pulled his emotions together, and stood up. He threw on his old bathrobe, which swamped his small female form, and staggered to the door. Upon opening Vicky marched in.
"before you say anything, i admit, i forgot to put the ring back on"
"What, you were never meant to take it off! I cant believe it!"
"well, i took it off, it was beginning to rub against my.." vicky pointed down to her groin "... and i fell asleep suddenly and woke up still liek this"
Dan groaned in frustration and before he could stop himself shouted "MEN!"
Vicky looked at him, and he looked away. "Oh its just getting too much."
Vicky started to laugh. " I see you have pmt then."
"what?!" Dan looked horrified, but it was true. He didnt satisfy vicky with an answer, he just rounded on her and said "you've got the ring on now. right?"
"yes yes, dont worry, im not taking it off."
"Good, i suppose we had both better get ready for work."
Vicky looked shocked, and then splurted out. "I cant go to your work. I dont know anything about computers!"
"Oh calm down. I dont do much for most the day anyway, and if they ask you to do something too stressfull, just claim your sick, and come back"
"I guess, its ok for you though, is wednesday." Dan looked at vicky none plussed as to what the the significance of wednesday was."i dont work wednesday, remember".
Dan let out a sigh of relief. Finally, some good news.