After a tortured night I awake fuIl of determination. I review my position.
and consider with circumspect gravity my inner strength. My new job
demands much, and I eat my breakfast whilst wearing a serious and adult
expression. I suck the hot coffee with a professionaIly pained mouth. and 
flip the pages of my broadsheet nonchaIantly.
I swoop back up the stairs in my toweIIing dressing-gown. and fIing open
my wardrobe in a manner which I assume to be casual and easy. My suit
hangs in front of me, fuII of nothing. It is up to me to fiII it with myself. I
puIl on the trousers. and carefuIly foId my penis behind the zip. fastening the
button with what I hope is an manly grin. I tuck my shirt into the trousers.
and spend some time with my understated tie. My jacket feeIs sIightIy small
under my arms. but it is nothing anyone would notice. I wonder what my new
workmates wilI be Iike. and fantasise briefIy about the reIationships I may
possibIy enjoy with other members of the organisation.
I gIance once again at my digitaI watch. and decide that I am ready. I puIl
on my coat. check that l have my keys. and waIk out of the front door.
sIamming it firmly behind me. l stand outside. Iooking blankly ahead.
reaIising I don't have a new job at alI.