You wake up feeling much more energized than you did the night before and get up to start your morning routine of taking a shower noting how good the water feels against your now much more sensitive skin. You feel like you could stay in there all day but you move on with brushing your hair and applying your makeup and getting dressed. As you put your clothes on you not how good they now feel agains your sensitive skin... Funny you didn't remember this feeling yesterday. However as you put in tissue to fill out your bra again you note how uncomfortable the tissue feels against your now extremely sensitive skin.
"Dang, this is so weird, why am i feeling like this now?" you ask yourself but choosing to ignore it the best you can you head off to your first class. As you are sitting there bored out of your mind you decide to preoccupy yourself with watching your girlfriend as she hastily jots down notes. You then giggle to yourself in a surprisingly girlish way and think 'I never knew she could be so interested in this stuff, doesn't she know most this stuff already?'
Just then something the teacher says next grabs your attention "And just like most females, our skin has 34 nerve fibers per square centimeter of skin while men only have 17 nerve fibers, so this obviously means that we are much more sensitive than men are but don't let that bring you down! We can still do anything a man can do if not better!" she says with a smile. You sit there pondering her words. 'Dang, i never knew that, with the way my skin is feeling now could i be?' but then you shake your head. 'Nah, there's no way that's true there must be another logical explanation.' You tell yourself but fail to convince yourself of anything.
As you Finnish out the rest of your day you then stop by the nurses office again, and just like yesterday you are the only one here. More used to seeing you now the nurse greets you with a smile. "Hello there, here for your nightly meds?" she asks and you nod gulping down your next dose. The exhaustion immediately hits and you thank her while retreating to your room. You hear a faint "have a good night" from the nurses office followed by what you could swear was a bunch of giggling. You shake your head, must be hearing things...
As you retire to bed you notice again that your roommate does not look half as tired as you. You shrug this off however thinking that maybe she has a higher tolerance to the meds. As you drift off to sleep your fail to notice as you srink down in your covers from your normal 5'11" height to a much shorter 5' flat.