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Sunday 4:47 AM A blurred and painful awakening disrupted Chuck’s dormancy as his eyes slowly focused on his digital alarm clock. The blinking colon between the hour and the minute counters violently drummed the seconds of his alcohol induced torment.  Chuck’s head bellowed upon waves of whiskey infused headache.  How had he managed to drink so much? More importantly, what happened last night?  The evening was a muddled conjecture of missed connections and happy accidents.  The late hours of a night’s outing at his local pub usually lead to a booze-infused discussion of politics, religion, and sex, soon obliterated by a c

Monday 12:31 PM Harmony clutched the white cotton panties Sandy had discarded before bathing and placed her free hand on the small of Sandy’s back, guiding her toward Chuck’s room.  “Let’s see if we can throw an outfit together that doesn’t make you look like you’re wearing potato sacks,” she teased. Sandy bit her lower lip as she tautly sauntered to the room she had known as a male, apprehensive towards being seen in public in her new anatomy. “We’ll start with the panties.  I realize they’re tight, but that’s all we have to work with right now, Sandy,” Harmony remin

Thursday 7:00 AM A cold red colon pulsed with each painful digital chirp of the alarm clock.  Light began to infiltrate the slowly opening brown eyes of a young woman as she awoke from violent sleep.  A petite and feminine hand emerged from underneath the comforter, falling abruptly on the snooze button of the clock radio as the alarm was quelled.  Long white-tipped finger nails decorated the hand as it submerged below the bed sheets. ____ 7:11 AM The alarm clock’s agonizing binary tone returned, pulsing in sync with the clock’s red colon heart. “You’re late! Get up!” said the female voice from outside the

Friday 4:38 PM Sandy sat cross-legged on the sofa, her bulging stomach straddled between her thighs. A laptop rested precariously on her calves as her large stomach prevented her from placing it closer.  Cleavage bounded from her low-cut blue camisole that strained to encompass her pregnant proportions.  Black yoga pants clung to her legs as they were the pants she felt most comfortable in these days.  She strained to reach the keyboard while typing in a new search query, her arms contorting around her bulbous stomach and enlarged bosom.  She was thoroughly annoyed with her huge chest and inflated abdomen, wishing they were less of a hindra