You wake up, sweating in your bed. You look around. First of all there's no man in the room or any penis eating condoms which relieves you. And secondly, you are a male, just as you were born and completely identical to how you had been.
It must have been a dream you realize as you get up. It is definitely your room and not some place in a haunted house.
You laugh, Pleasure Island doesn't even exist.
You get dressed and, after grabbing a quick breakfast, head off to work.
The day goes by fairly quickly and you look at your calendar to check your events.
Tomorrow's Saturday and you have a round of golf at midday. You wonder why you keep volunteering to play golf. You've never liked it and for that matter you were never good at it. You were about to shrug it off when you saw what was put by that day. It was a full moon.
Your heart beat slows for a minute vaguely remembering the dream. You shrug it off. Werewolves aren't real, are they?
Having nothing else to do, you take off from work early and go home. You're bored and start watching whatever's on tv. You usually would have gone for a jog being the fitness nut that you were but you felt unusually tired. Maybe you're coming down with a cold?
You get up, after a little less than an hour of not being able to find anything good and begin to raid the fridge for some leftovers. You look but nothing seems to appeal at first. Finally, you see some chicken and steak and figure that they would do. If you had been more cognant of what you were doing like you were on most days, you would have probably found it odd that you didn't pick any vegetables, fruit, or grain for not only dinner but breakfast as well, and your only dairy product was a glass of milk, when you first woke up.
You eat dinner and go back to the tv, finally, finding a movie on HBO.
You wake up the next morning, with no recollection of ever falling asleep and looking around, you realize that you passed out on the couch.
You get up and fix some bacon and sausage to prepare yourself for your golf game.