I'm in a town with H. I'm going to drive him so he can drink whisky and relax. I've also booked a restaurant, a big French one with open windows. He doesn't like it. Then I show his daughter a secret place for lovers in Brussels. I arrive at a sports hall where basketball players are shooting hoops. One of them from a great distance. The scoreboard shows the setup of the Internet. A young man stands in front of me, proud that he has changed so much. He has built up a lot of muscle. His arms look completely deformed. Actually, he should have done the transformation in two steps. I say that his urge to change has been so strong and that it's a good thing. I sit on his hard stomach and someone pushes with his foot. Then I go to the restroom. I’m outside my school’s changing rooms, and I’m glad I know my way around. I notice that the toilets are very clean. Someone is standing at the urinals and I go into the cubicle. I have to climb over a stool over a small wall. The walls don't reach the top and I greet the man with curly hair at the urinals. He turns around but doesn't greet me back. I duck down and wait for the man to leave. I climb out of the cubicle again, look down and see that my socks are getting wet in puddles on the floor. Is that urine? I stand in front of a urinal and unbutton my white boxer shorts. The top button won't open. I pull out my small penis and am afraid of dripping on my shorts. Then I see my shorts touch the urinal with water at the bottom and get wet.