I wake up in a daze. The sun coming through the blinds sticking me in the eye. My head is thumping, I’m pretty sure my skull is going to split in two. As I opened my eyes things were blurry. The colors of the wall is what brought me too, my room wasn’t maroon. I rubbed my eyes and as they adjusted I realized I wasn’t in my room at all. Not even my apartment. I rolled over on my back and took in the whole room. Fancy by my standards, which were admittedly humble. There was a large closet made of oak, with a mirror on one door. The sun had moved past the crack in the shades on the glass doors that lead out to the balcony. It revealed a gorgeous view over the city and out to the mountains. There was an oddly shaped black chair in the corner and to my left a black nightstand that looked antique. An alarm clock projected the time on to the wall. Having taken in the room I looked to my right to find a scruffy man next to me. “Oh shit.” I said quietly, making a point not to wake him. At least he wasn’t an ogre. Quite attractive really. He must’ve been pretty wasted to sleep with me. Just then I realized I was nude under the sheets. I pulled them up to look at my shame and dropped them back down. I looked out into the other room and saw my clothes lying on the living room floor. I rolled my eyes back and put head back into the pillows. I was going to have to get out of bed without waking him and get dressed. God, how I wished I could do this without shame. It wasn’t the one night stand that bothered me. It’s that it had to be when guys were too shit-faced to know better. I slide the sheets off to the side and got off the bed as gently as I could. I looked back at the boy, still out cold. As I stepped out into the main room I closed the door but not all the way as to not make a sound. I turned out into the living room and the hard wood floor creaked. I cringed hard and listened for signs of life… Nothing. I plodded over to my clothes and bent down to sort through them. I picked up my bra and stretched the straps around my shoulders. Just then I heard a toilet flush. My eyes opened wide and I rushed to clip my bra. I bent down to pick up my panties but he walked out before I could get them around my feet. I dropped them and cupped my hands over my crotch. He stared at me a long second before speaking. “Well good morning,” he said warmly. “Eggs sound good?” He asked and walked past me into the kitchen. I didn’t want to move my hands away because kitchen and living room were conjoined. The separating wall had a view into the room where I stood petrified. He gave me a glance from the fridge. “You just gonna stand there than?” He asked. Even his voice was scruffy. “I, uh…” I had nothing. I just stood there and I glanced down out my crotch. He chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow at me. “You can move them.” I stared back, still no words. “I know. It’s ok.” “Know what?” I choked out through a dry throat. “See these?” He ran his fingers along scars under his pecks. “FTM.” It took me a second but I knew what they were. My breathing slowed and I relaxed. He raised his eyebrows at me. I stood up straight and uncovered what I’ve worked so hard to hide. “What are the odds?” He laughed. “Sunny side up please.”