bathroom

John opened the door, mumbling about his hips not cooperating. He looked at the urinals and sighed before going into one of the stalls. Pulling up his dress, he sat down. This time he looked at himself while he was sitting there. It was so strange seeing nothing but some hair and a slit. After he was done, he spread his legs and shifted a bit to stare at the vagina that was now part of him. 12 hours ago, he had a dick, now he had this. It wasn't like he hadn't seen one before, he was married for over 20 years and had girlfriends before that, but this one was his. He reached down to touch it, brushing against the labia with his finger. With another finger, he spread everything apart. He felt cold and couldn't see much from his angle. Maybe a mirror when he got home would help, he thought before stopping and getting up. He flushed and left the stall.
John started to wash his hands, when the guy at urinal said, "what are you doing here, beautiful? Not that I'm complaining."
"Washing mah hands, so hush up," replied John, "give a man some peace."
The man at the urinal tilted his head in confusion, then started to laugh, "that's some joke lady. If you're a man, then how do you have a figure like that." He shook himself off and came over to another sink to wash his hands.
John replied while drying his hands, "Hold yer horses. I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and I'll prove it!"
"How?"
"By telling you something only a guy'd know," replied John. For the next few minutes, John would offer a piece of "manly" trivia about cars, football or plumbing, and the guy would reply that they were just facts that anyone could memorize. Then John talked about experiences, like getting morning wood, peeing in the woods or shaving. Again, the guy countered that John could be making stuff up that "his boyfriend" told him.
"What can I do to prove to you I'm a guy?" asked John asked exasperatedly.
"Show me your junk," the other guy quipped.