I got up the next day and got ready for work. Reyn's car was outside, so I knew she'd gotten home. I hoped she hadn't driven home drunk, and I also hoped she'd wake up before I had to leave for work. My manhood had been gone for three days, and the situation was getting old. When I only had 30 minutes left, I knocked on Bo's door. No answer. Dejectedly, I went to work.
It was a long, busy, twelve hour shift, and I never heard from Reyn. I wouldn't have had time to talk to her if she had called, anyway. I was really tired when I closed up and went home. My stomach had been hurting and cramping all day, and I was generally feeling like crap.
Reyn and Bo had apparently gone to bed by the time I got home, so I just went to bed.
The next morning, Reyn came into the bedroom and woke me up, swinging the medallion. She had a pair of my boxers in her hand. I sat up quickly, excited to be going back to normal. She put the medallion around my neck and touched the boxers to it.
No tingle. Nothing.
"It's not working!" I told her. To my own amazement, I started crying. She was pretty surprised, as well.
"Sweetie, I think you're starting your period." I was stunned into silence. On one hand, it meant I wasn't permanently stuck. On the other, I was going to have a period! It made sense, though. My mood, my stomach issues, and once I had thought about it, my nipples were oversensitive, too. I started crying again.
"It'll be alright, Honey." she snuggled up to me and held me. I cried for ten minutes, before she started to pull away. "I've got to go to work soon, so let me show you the basics."
She led me into the bathroom, and told me to pull my panties down. Sure enough, I was spotting a bit. She showed me how to use a tampon and a panty liner, explained a few things to me about what I'd be dealing with, brought me a fresh pair of panties, then left for work.
My mood at work wasn't any better that day, let me tell you.
After work that night, I went home to find that Reyn had gone shopping. She showed me the bag in my closet that contained all my old boxers, and 14 pairs of panties in various styles and colors was in my underwear drawer. "I wanted to make sure you had plenty of spares for leaks and I also didn't know what shape you'd find more comfortable," she explained. I burst into tears, and went to bed.
