There was little time for Jordan to mourn the loss of his manhood, or hunt down a thesaurus so he can christen his new lady bits with a slightly more manly title. It was 9:30 on a weekday and universe hopping was no excuse for delinquency. A quick consultation with his phone revealed little had changed. Writing 101 at ten, break for lunch, Gender studies at one, Intro to Calculus at two, Practice at four...
Right. Gender studies. He could not resist signing up for it, not after seeing the ratio of tacos to sausages rubbing against the seats. Jordan's lips quirked up. This would be a hoot.
Then there was his part-time job. He bet his manager, Lucas, was not just figuratively but literally a pussyboy in this reality.
Jordan threw on a jacket and swung on his backpack. "Whelp. To boldly go where no man has gone before." And the door swung open. Sure he had no spaceship to fly in and no hot space babes to bang, but he thought this an even more unknowable horizon for any man. Mercifully, little bro and little sis' rooms were quiet and locked. Lord knows he did not want to guess what the hell they had in their pants yet.
The universe blessed him with a seat on the bus.