Andrew zipped up his fly after relieving himself, moving over to the sink to wash his hands. Being able to pee standing up was just one advantage of his miraculous sex change. Andrea had her first period at the age of 13, and ever since then she had to suffer monthly with the heavy bleeding, bloating, and mood swings that came with it. Andrew had to worry about none of those things. A vagina was nothing but problems; even achieving orgasm as a woman required too much work to be worth the effort, as good as it may have been. His new penis on the other hand gave him nothing but pleasure and demanded nothing in return. As far as he was concerned, being a man was superior in every way.
Andrew looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, taking inventory of the changes to his body. He had been spending plenty of time at the gym with Beck, working together to tone their new muscles. He had long since cut his previously long hair into a short crop becoming of his new masculinity, and he had also decided to grow out a goatee as well. Growing facial hair was a cool novelty for Andrew; another example of the freedom he now enjoyed as a man. As a woman he'd have to spend countless hours shaving, waxing, and plucking to remove any trace of hair on his body, but as a man body hair just made him look that much more rugged. He ran his fingers across his goatee, thinking of all the powerful men in history that sported facial hair. Now Andrew shared a biological sex with them.
Andrew's thoughts turned to his plans for this evening. His mother, who somehow not only exhibited his sudden metamorphosis but was actually excited about it, had set him up on a date with Mallory Braga. The Bragas were family friends, and Andrea and Mallory used to hang out on a regular basis although they hadn't seen each other since graduating high school. She was a cute little thing, though.
"Maybe I'll get lucky tonight..." Andrew thought, his erection coming alive.