Other Side of the Coin: 'Another Night, Another Annoyance' (Dickgirl and Cuntboy)

Story by Crash Ichimonji

(A one-shot based on the RP Keahi1982 and I are gonna do soon. Enjoy!)

'Another Night, Another Annoyance...'

I tensed at the loud ringing of my alarm. I hate the noise because it always feels like it disturbed my sleep at the most pleasurable moment of being asleep. Yeah, sleep gives me pleasure. I'm a somni-addict, heh. With a grumble and a stretch, I switch off the God-awful chiming/blaring and turn on my ceiling fan's light to get ready for work. My eyes are still droopy as I rub the sleep out of them and head to the bathroom to switch on the shower to let it warm up. As I strip to my skin, I give my pubic hair a scratch before rubbing my lips. A chill runs up my spine as I feel a little wetness there. Morning Dew is such a pain, but then again, it could be worse, I could be a girl have a stiff erection from just waking up. At least with a guy you can't tell if he's excited or not at first glance. Smell's another thing if you're gay or a straight girl, though. I still can't for the life of me figure out why we even evolved such strong pheromone-response systems and olfactory senses and still use them in this day and age.

It's not like guys seek out being knocked up all the time now. I don't anyways. Still a virgin and proud. Girls, you can't tell where any of them have been, but a guy is easy to figure out if he's easy or not.

I brush those thoughts aside as I head to the shower after I notice the steam. The hot water feels so good against my pale peach skin, the gentle showering of H2O against my virtually hairless body makes the soap lather glide and caress its sensitive regions effortlessly as I finish off my lathering and then shampoo my hair for the day. It's long for a guy's, about neck-length and curly brown. Most guys' hair doesn't grow long in the first place, so mine's always been a bit of a physical anomaly to me. I shuddered at all the times boys laughed at me in school for always having to get my mane cut while they almost never needed a trim unless they were going for a buzz cut. Laugh all they want, girls rut for me more often because it means my girls will have prettier and lusher hair. I snicker thinking about if things were reversed and men sought women for mates and rutted. THAT would be funny as hell. I'd win in looks just from my lovely hair.

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As I dried off, I made sure to keep my space between my legs squeaky clean and dried too, the scent of my Morning Dew gone now. Nothing's worse than girls bothering me and trying to seek out my attention just because they get a whiff of some accidental dampness. That reminded me, I need to masturbate some time this week. It's been almost two months since I last did it. Poor girls, they pretty much have to jerk off every two days just to stay focused. Horny women...*Sigh*

After getting all dressed for work, I head out to Athens for my 50-some-odd mile drive to work. I need to transfer soon...

I managed to clock-in on time for once, and get right to sweeping before getting to the buffer. I'm so glad I'm on the floor crew. I can't imagine being able to keep my boyish figure in check if I didn't walk this much nightly. Of course, I have to remind myself that you can't be that light when you're exactly six feet tall (short for a boy), so that usually calms my nerves when I see that I've gained a pound or four after one night because I had a little snack I shouldn't have had. I envy girls. They can maintain their weights so easily. Plus extra pudge always goes to their butts or boobs anyways.

While finishing buffing the floor of General Merchandise, I got stopped by some girls, all below 5'8" and looking like they were maybe high school grads entering college this year. They were wearing short shorts that showed off their phallic and testicular bulges without shame. I had to keep my eyes from wandering that low.

"Hey," one of them giggled with a pink-cheeked smile. A quick glance showed she was pitching a tent. Fuck! Was I wet again!? "I was wondering, do you know where they sell condoms?" she murred as her two friends nodded. One girl's shirt was staining from her nipples leaking. She musta been around a pregnant or post-birthing guy recently.

"Pharmacy," I forced a professional smile as I pointed to that end of the store. "Look for 'Family Planning' and you'll find plenty to chose from." I sighed inwardly. I hated being bothered like this at work. The lead girl scooted closer to me, drawing arcane signals into my flat belly. I had to admit she was cute. Her mane was long and wavy, and a nice natural pink. She must have been from Eastern Europe in her ancestry with that kind of color.

"Say...You got a nice set of locks, I'd KILL for those kind of curls..." she managed to pin me against a shelf as I frowned with a blush.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind having hair like that myself," the non-lactating friend cooed, her green hair bouncing as she hopped over to me.

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