It had been close to twenty-four hours since Penny had woken up as a man and she liked to think she was getting the hang of it. Simple things were often the ones that caught her out - sleeping on her front, remembering not to sit to pee and this afternoon she'd caught the manliest part of herself on the zipper and fell to the floor with a short cry.
Twenty minutes under a bag of frozen peas, Penny finally felt able to move and it was gingerly that she removed the cushion and checked everything was still where it ought to be. Grabbing some chocolate - because chocolate made every woman feel better - Penny made her way to Oliver's bungalow.
Slowly. Because walking was still an experience. Arriving at her destination, Penny rapped sharply on the door and smirked as her knock was much more effective and louder with man-hands. She was still grinning to herself when the door opened.