You really had to go, so you more or less ran into the bathroom. But that was as far as you got. Before you left the lab you had been dressed in an "appropriate" attire. A business suit. Not a problem per say. But at the lab, you had been equipped with a catheter. So going to the toilet had been a non-issue. Now you were about to pull down your pants and look at your new junk for the first time. It was not something you were ready for. But the urge to go was far stronger. You quickly pulled down your pants and sat down, so you didn't have to look nor touch to aim your new schlong.
You did your business and went for the sink. As you washed your hands you couldn't stop looking at the man in the mirror. Someone else than it should be was staring back at you. You still hated the goatee as well. But standing there, your curiosity got the better of you. After you washed up, you stripped out of your clothes. The man in them mirror was pretty fit. Maybe a bit of a beer gut, but two solid arms and his abs were showing, so the beer gut was at least a solid beer gut. You decided that the moment of truth may as well come early and pulled down the last garment on your body, your underwear. A flaccid member staring back at you. So far, so good, you thought. It looked no different from what you were used to, perhaps a little darker and hiding in a bigger bush. You gave it a few gentle tugs and couldn't help but think about Olivia and your now former girlfriend. As your penis grew erect, you figured it was probably a bit shorter than your old one, but it did come with girth instead. You remember what the doctor had said about how you could have done worse. You couldn't help but somewhat agree.
You quickly got dressed and got out of the bathroom. Olivia had decided to sit down in the sofa and put on the TV. The news. Nothing special had happened, so they were mostly discussing new legislation that had passed a few days prior. "Took you long enough" She said, with a joking tone. "But I guess I'd struggle as well, if I was some other woman all of a sudden." She added, looking back at you. You only nodded. Olivia patted the sofa with her hand as to call you to her. "Let's talk" She said. You sat down next to her and asked "About what?"
"Well, we should probably talk about where you'll be sleeping. I figured you'll sleep her in the couch to start with. Maybe get us another bed for the baby room we never ended up using. Have you sleep there afterwards." She said. That didn't sound too bad, you thought. "And also, I need a glass of wine" Olivia said. "Uh, I could I have one as well?" You asked. "You didn't have to ask, it was mostly for you. Figured you could REALLY need one" Olivia said with a knowing tone. She wasn't wrong.
As the night progressed you and Olivia went through two bottles of wine. She told you about Adam and who he was. You were? They had meet in college. But as they grew older, Olivia had realized Adam was, quite frankly, an asshole. He'd hit on other women, get home drunk and try and demand sex as well as the occasional beating. She had been naïve. Instead of pursuing a career, Adam had insisted she was to be a housewife. At first Olivia had liked the idea. A romantic notion about being a housewife, with a couple of kids. Adam had yet to shown his true self. But as things progressed. She realized she had no money and a prenup making her homeless and cashless if they divorced. Instead of cutting her losses when she was still young, she thought she could change him. In a way, you getting into his body and her being on the payroll of some secret lab? A blessing. You told her about your life and how you couldn't stop thinking about your old life. Both of you cried that night, together. It was almost a bit like therapy. Olivia had ended up kissing you good night out of habit. Something you both laughed about.
As you drifted off to sleep, drunk and feeling a little bit better about everything, you couldn't help but think about the stupid goatee in your face.
You wake up...