You gently turn off your phone's alarm as you wake up. Your back hurts a little bit, the sofa is rough.

You get up and try not make noises, Mohamed will be angry if you wake him up.

You go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, you feel like your face still looks too aggressive. You have some fun making faces, you try to look more sympathetic, more female.

You take double dose of your daily androgen suppressant pills, this will help. You just get dressed and leave.

You get in the subway, you see coworker Edouard. He smiles at you, he seems in a good mood. It must be easy to be happy when you have a girlfriend, like him. He can get to see her having wild sex with the Syrian refugee he hosts.

You think you need a girlfriend, and Mohamed is tired of you. Then you regret thinking that you need a girlfriend, that's a homophobic way of thinking. And you're making sad facial expressions in public.

Thankfully you're in the male compartment of the subway, at the early male hours, no risk of hurting women here with a face felony.

You get off the subway and walk. You wish the sun was high in the sky so you could get a darker skin. But it's still dark.

You arrive at your building, you use your badge to get in. You sit at your office, put your phone in the slot to log onto your computer.

The login process takes more time than usual, it feels like it is frozen. You wait 5 minutes and try to look around if others are having the same issue. You see the manager coming to your office. She probably noticed the issue on her console and is coming to help.

"I am sorry, Mespersonne, this is nothing personal, but you are not eligible for this post anymore. I see here in the logs that you have been celibate for too long and committed several oppressive acts of masculine being. The system has demoted you to the 3rd basement."

You knew this would happen, you had it coming. You need to calm yourself, you are angry but you will be demoted to 4th basement if you don't adopt the right attitude.

The manage doesn't give you further instructions, you are supposed to quickly do as you're supposed to. You thank the manager, take your phone and head to the elevator

A woman is waiting for it, you will have to wait for the next one. You're too frustrated and let a sigh out. The woman who was waiting blenches and look at you in horror.

Before you realise what is happening, you feel a needle in your neck. You turn over yourself and the last thing you see is an open space hatefully staring at you.

The floor gets close, it is getting darker.

"Such ungrateful attitude" "It was long overdue"

The last thing you see is the disgusted guard's face.

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