Edwin woke up around 6:00 with a start, noting the unfamiliar surroundings with a brief flash of terror before the memories of the previous day came flooding back. TG Sodas, having dinner with a man (who now apparently was this petite, average looking woman snoring besides him) coming back to this hotel with him, undressing in front of him, SUCKING HIS COCK, FEELING HIM COME INSIDE HIS (HER?) MOUTH, TAKING HIS BIG COCK BETWEEN HER LEGS, COMING AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT. OMG, Edwin though, have I been some kind of homo all along? But I was a girl when I did that, so that's OK, right? Suddenly the high of being a girl, of feeling pretty and protected and desired by a man she desired hit him with overwhelming force. He had lived more in the last twelve hours than in a decade of being a man.
He had to clear his head, get some fresh air. But the only men's clothes's available were Shawn's, far too large to fit him. He hurriedly donned them anyway.
But he couldn't just leave. What about Shawn, now a girl about whom he had no sexual or romantic feelings whatsoever? Edwin picked up a notepad and hurriedly wrote a note. When he looked down, he saw what he had written:
Hi Shawn,
Thanks for a wonderful night! Call me!
Naughty kisses,
Elise
followed by a heart symbol and Edwin's phone number.
Oh wow, Edwin thought, I really am a girl.