Cory hesitated. Once he went through that door, he thought, that was it. He was on Team Boy for good. The Sanctum Sanctorum. The guardian of the inner mysteries. The door marked Men.
On the other hand, he really had to go.
He pushed the door open and strode to the urinal. He unzipped his pants--actually his dad's pants, and hoped no one was looking at his still-small penis. Cory had faith that the pills would eventually give him a normal size, or, to be optimistic, large penis, but the transition period did have its perils.
Zipping up again, Cory thought about how much easier the whole process was than urinating as a woman. Easier peeing, no periods--if the pills really take off, how many women would be left on earth?
Uh-oh, speaking of awkward, as Cory was washing his hands Jason came out of a stall and stood at the sink next to Cory.