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He was so tired.
Covered in sweat after his restless night of sleep, he dragged himself to the bathroom.
The hormones in his body were still fighting each other, he was so ready to be done with the useless organs in his abdomen, but he had to let the scars on his chest heal the rest of the way first.
He couldn't wait to get the rest of the tattoos he had commissioned done either. He had been working with his favourite artist for well over a year planning the layout of them, and he had only been able to get started on the sessions recently.
He didn’t know which arm the doctors were going to take the skin from, though, and that’s why his arms and space below his abdomen are clear of the marks. That discussion was two doctor appointments away. In a year he would be free of the stupid chains that he had been born with and bear his defiance proudly on his skin with those red marks.
He undid the band holding his golden hair lazily in place and turned the water on engaging the shower function after closing the curtain. He went back to his room to grab a change of clothes, nothing fancy today, and returned to the steamy bathroom.
As he stripped down to nothing, he found comfort in the red that was already on his sides and calves, and then he stepped into the shower.
And had a full-body orgasm hit him the second the near-scalding water touched his right arm.
“What-” his voice barely managed to escape as he struggled to remain upright, managing to get his other foot into the shower and seeing sparkling white dots as his body trembled.
Nothing like this had ever happened before to him.
He grabbed onto the metal towel bar in the shower and used it for support and rested his forehead on the wall, breathing through the steam heavily.
He was so incredibly dizzy, and he hated how the blasted organ within him responded.
He just wanted to clean off the sweat and wash his hair.
He was stuck there in the orgasm for over a minute, but it felt like an eternity. In an attempt to calm the sensation, he decreased the temperature of the water with a shaking hand.
Thankfully it worked.
After a brief moment, he was able to take deep, normal breaths again.
“What in the fuck.” His words were trembling about as much as his legs had been as he regained his composure enough to actually begin his bathing routine.
“That. That was new.”
After he had dried himself off, he combed through his still-wet hair before drying it more thoroughly and pulled his clothes on.
He needed to process what had just happened.
“Fucking hormones.” He laughed a little before adding the braid to his hair and putting on his earrings. Even if he was in the middle of his transition, he still liked and wore the jewelry his mother had given him before he left the house at 19.
Some parts of his morning routine didn’t change after coming out as a man or after the top surgery, he liked lip gloss and eyeshadow. He still really loved painting his nails, a glimmer of red and gold to decorate his still-delicate fingers. He even still wore the pomegranate perfume, he loved how it caught the attention of everyone around him, how it made them have to actually look at him, not his chest, not his thin waist, not his ass. They looked at his shoulders, his arms, and his face.
People always seemed more enthralled by his golden eyes now than they had been before, and he watched so many people turn red around him.
Loving himself more with each step towards his true body.
When he sat down for breakfast, he took a sip of his rose tea (made using flowers from his own garden) and just thought about what had just transpired.
He lazily picked up his teleslate and texted the one person who wouldn’t laugh at him, but with him:
Mydei: Hey, you up?
Phainon: I’m at work, it’s after 10.
Phainon: What’s up?
Mydei: The weirdest thing just happened.
Phainon: ?
Mydei: When I got into the shower I had a full-body orgasm and almost passed out.
Phainon: HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OKAY?
Mydei: I mean
Mydei: Yeah?
Phainon: (typing)
Mydei: Phainon?
Phainon: (typing)
Mydei: I’m seriously fine.
Phainon: Need me to take off work?
Mydei: You’re an idiot.
He set the teleslate down and didn’t look at the rest of the messages that Phainon was sending him as he finished his tea and laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Am I Okay? What an idiot.” He put his left hand over his face and laughed again. “It was an orgasm, of course I’m okay.” He smiled, getting up to pour another cup of tea. “It was just weird, that’s all.”