Translations:Codex: Fuck the System/38/en

Then he woke up in his bed the next morning. The anaesthetic lingered, but at least it numbed the pain of his hangover. His sheets clung to his chest in a way they hadn’t before. He pushed them off and sat up, looking down at his chest. Specifically, his breasts. He made a sleepy groan and groped himself. He felt his own soft flesh, with a new fluid reservoir aug beneath to give him a perky rack.