Orin burst through the doors of Ken called it The Gutter, right?, exulting in his decision to finally secure his long-awaited, birthright title of real man with one of the desperate harlots within its walls instead of working on that bullshit essay on... gender norms or some other stupid shit in Frankenstein that he as a Biology major and future dentist was expected to do for some inane reason. I already had to learn about all that before they would let me get my phalloplasty, and I'm not dealing with it again! There's probably some nerd in the class I can 'convince' to do it for me... He spotted the bar through the obnoxiously blinding lights and confidently made his way towards it, stopping halfway as those gender norms he never wanted to deal with again in the form of a completely revolting person who could easily either be a... self-made man like himself or one of those dykes he had heard about started chatting him up.

"Hey handsome, you come here often?" Orin paused, his usual confidence failing him, as he confusedly deliberated between the response that would be appropriately commanding if this person was a woman but would make him look gay if they weren't, "I'll 'come' on your fucking face if you talk to me like that again, bitch" and the response that would get the point across that he wasn't gay if this person was a man but would make him look stupid if they weren't, "Not for the likes of you, faggot." Before he could come to a decision, the person handed him one of the stupid frilly girly drinks that they were holding, winked, and walked away. Orin got his wits about him a few seconds later, dumping the drink glass and all in a nearby trashcan and disgustedly running his fingertips that had touched theirs on its lid both in an attempt to rid himself of their and the drink's repulsively unmanly energy and to honor his mama's request... moreso an ongoing series of many requests... that he not get himself drugged and subsequently attacked at college.

This ritual allowed him to regain his nerve, and he strutted to the bar, taking one of the open seats and preparing the fake ID that he knew from his long and infuriating but hopefully coming to an end soon history of being seen as embarrassingly younger than he actually was that he would probably need. Scanning the other seats and the women in them (while ignoring the men because he wasn't gay), his attention was eventually caught... no, he ultimately settled his gaze upon a decently attractive but not well-endowed brunette who was, encouragingly, wearing the same rather revealing clothing as the bartender, presumably the employee uniform so she'll listen properly to a future dentist such as myself! and, even more encouragingly, practically sinking into herself as she looked at some kind of book that's good, ya don't want 'em too confident in themselves, or they start gettin' ideas that're a real pain to deal with when you're just tryin' ta have a good time as any man has a right to.

Having selected his target, Orin called the bartender over to him, trying to not feel emasculated by the fact that he had just raised his hand for a woman. "I'll take one a them... uh... just get her" He quickly gestured towards the woman with a flick of his wrist, sliding his credit card and ID onto the counter immediately afterwards. "one a those dopey girly drinks... and tell 'er it's from me, Orin Scrivello D.D.S!" The bartender scoffed at his admittedly slightly premature title before taking his credit card and turning back towards the cocktail station, seemingly not hearing his adamant protest of "You sayin' I'm not a doctor?!" Stupid slut doesn't know what she's on about... I might as well be a dentist already, that's what mama always said... I'd like to see HER under me in a dental chair, all vulnerable and defenseless like... I'd show her who's the doctor, that's for sure... Suddenly, Orin was unexpectedly snapped out of his fantasy right as it was getting to the good and especially violent part by a cute little voice saying his name.

"Orin? Are you the person who ordered this drink for me? I appreciate it immensely, no one has ever-" Orin confidently stood up to meet the woman, feeling embarrassingly relieved upon discovering that he was in fact noticeably taller than her, before interrupting her. "Shown you a good time? I can tell. I'll make sure to put a stop to that back at my..." Suddenly, he remembered that his roommate Ken had already claimed their dorm room for the night for himself and the stupid chick he was currently seeing. "your place, though." As she appeared to be contemplating his offer that wasn't so much an offer as a command in shocked silence, he remembered to mentally do the math to figure out how many weeks it had been since the final surgery that had been involved in his phalloplasty, realizing with a flash of alarm that he quickly shoved down that it came a bit short of the amount of time that the doctor had told him... suggested that he wait before having sex.

Once again, the woman rudely snapped him out of his contemplations by addressing him. "...Uh... Sure, we can go back to my place... I probably should accept your offer, since no one else has ever proposed anything like this to me before... My shift will be over in an hour, and I should be getting back to it right about now... oh, and my name is Frigg." Orin managed to flash... she said her name is Fern, right?... eh, doesn't matter what it is... an assertive and relaxed smile before she turned away from him and made her way back behind the bar. ...Doctors besides dentists don't know what they're talkin' about half the time anyway, and there's no way in hell any self-respecting man would give up over something stupid like this. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

Fire

Hellfire

Oh God oh fuuuuuuck

Despite the inherent effeminateness of his current position on the woman's bed, Orin wouldn't dream of moving his hands away from his intensely burning crotch or his face away from one of her stupid girly pillows. As she rubbed it in that he was currently weak and powerless by gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder, he longingly reminisced on the seemingly flawless plan he had come in with of ditching her the second he had used her to get what he wanted out of her and going to shove his triumph in Ken's stupid virile face. "...Orin? Are you feeling okay?" Orin expended more energy than he would like to admit moving one of his hands to his side and giving her a thumbs up, hopefully not too obviously grimacing through the pain. God fucking dammit this is so stupid. In a brief and quickly aborted attempt to lift his head to a more dignified and proper position, he thought that he saw that the book she had taken with her from The Gutter and placed on her nightstand before he had started making his moves on her was in fact Frankenstein, adding further insult to his hopefully not too serious injuries.

His internal... and external for some stupid reason... cringing increased further as she began running her hand along his shoulder slightly. "...Would you like to stay the night? I wouldn't mind, really." ...Staying the night could also be seen as masculine... Yeah, I'm lording over my conquered territory and trophy by staying! Ken's gonna be so impressed with me! "Whatever, yeah." The woman hesitated for a moment. "Alright then. I hope you're... feeling better soon." As she turned off the stupidly bright lights of her room and laid beside him, he fought and shoved down a flash of embarrassment. I am feeling better... 'cause no one can say I'm not a real man now!