Hmmm, thought Lupe, as she was cleaning the ladies room. I wonder who keeps leaving the seats up.
Janet hit the unsubscribe link in her "hot dude of the day" email. Right now, nothing interested her less than hot dudes. I can't look at naked girls on the internet now, she thought. I'm at work. What the hell, I'm the boss, and I need to see some tits right now.
Andrea took twenty minutes off to go to the post office in the lobby and send her remaining box of tampons to a homeless shelter. She knew, she just knew, she would never need them again.
Hermione quickly lowered her pants and boxers in the stall. There it was. There was no point kidding herself. It wasn't a clitoris any more. "I have a cock" she whispered. "My cock. Thank you, God." She also noted that her view of her crotch wasn't nearly as obstructed by breasts as usual.
Becky hadn't even worn a bra that day. She felt freer than she ever had in her life.
Sandra smiled as she remembered the last two nights, hanging out with gay guys who had mostly seen her as an effeminate man. She didn't think she was going to end up a twink, though. That morning she had felt a fuzzy coating of hair on her butt and hips, and she felt stubble on her face. I'm going to be a hairy bear, she thought, and a thrill ran through her.