Yes, this was entirely constructed around the hormone/whoremoan pun 😅

Tucked beneath a concrete overpass, a flickering pink-and-blue neon sign illuminated the building. 'Whoremoans'. There was no mistaking the clientele it catered to. Yet stepping past the bouncers, the place more resembled a public bathhouse than a strip club. Steam rose from bubbling pools, on the edges of which perched an eclectic mix of men who ran the gamut, from fully female to femboys.

The club was unlicensed, illegal. But the city was willing to look the other way on the tacit understanding that the potent hormonal runoff was never allowed to enter the water supply at the end of the night.

Daniel was a Whoremoan girl. Now there was an oxymoron. While his colleagues had been pre-changed into the club's spectrum of delights, Daniel was unaltered. He was that week's Premium Package. A bespoke product. He breaststroked up and down the central pool while keeping one eye on the entrance.

Around midnight, a bachelor party stumbled in, drunk, loud, and happy to spend. One by one, the men disappeared to their purchased pools. High, girlish laughter filled the humid air, until only one man remained, looking lost.

Daniel swam closer and tugged playfully at the hem of the man’s pants.

“So, you must be the lucky one with the Premium Package,” he cooed.

The bachelor blinked down, startled to hear a male voice in this place.

"Yeah. They said I could have any girl I wanted."

"You certainly can. I'm right here," Daniel smiled. He flicked a wet hand towards the row of labelled taps built into the pool's edge. "I can be anything you want me to be, baby. Your own custom-made dream girl. Or guy. Or anything in between."

There were dozens of taps. The cocktails they dispensed could create the fantasy partner of the most deranged imagination. Daniel tried not to roll his eyes as the client stooped and twisted the tap labelled 'female'. (How original) , then the one marked 'asian' (daring today, aren't we?). Hormone-infused foam frothed from the pipes, spilling across the pool’s surface. Daniel lay back, letting it wash over him, feeling the tingle as the chemicals began to soften his skin and strip it of hair.

He cracked one eye open to see the bachelor dipping a toe toward the foam.

“What are you doing? I’m not ready yet,” Daniel said sharply.

The man froze, toe poised above the foam. “But I got the premium experience?”

Daniel nodded patiently. “Yes And you’ll receive it when the hormones finish changing me. In three to five business days.”

The man’s jaw dropped. “Five days?! But I get married tomorrow. I thought it was meant to be fast?!”

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Five days is fast! It's not magic, you know?"