The alarm blared, with unkind red digits flashing 6:00.

I slammed the button (already a good sign) and debated going back to sleep. I didn't NEED to get up this early, especially if I just worked from home... but it was supposed to be nice out today.

Begrudingly, I closed my eyes and sat up. It wasn't quite as smooth as I liked, but it wasn't bad. Now, time to settle in.

I open my eyes, staring directly at a mirror for this part of the morning routine.

I take a moment to try to process everything. Naked, since you really don't want to wake up in clothes far too small for you. Male. Late 20s. Caucasian, fair complexion. A bit short. Medium length brown hair, didn't look like it had ever been parted. A bit skinny, but not horrible. Brown eyes - and vision was good. Mole on left temple.

Alright, today had a chance to be a good day. Time to get moving.

First, a little bit of 'exercise'. Start with stretching. Learn these muscles, bones and tendons - I need to know what creaked and what was loose. Luckily, everything was accounted for: 2 arms, 2 legs, and the proper digits on each. Phantom limb syndrome sucked, so that was a huge relief. No hypermobility in this one - fingers and elbows stop where they're supposed to, cool. Right-handed? Good, feels natural.

Alright, time for the treadmill. Relatively natural gait today - a little short, but otherwise straightforward. Powerwalking and jogging feel fine. I think I hit the jackpot today.

Hmm... it's not all sunshine and rainbows... this body's a sweat factory. Time to clean it up.

As the shower came to temperature, I started brushing my teeth for the day. Sure, these teeth would be gone tomorrow - but finding the cavities and sensitive spots early on was useful, and I still didn't know where they WENT. Was I just borrowing someone else's body? Did they actively CHANGE, even though that's not a thing teeth do? What if, tomorrow, I woke up in this body, with these teeth forever? I might as well start taking care of them now. Nothing sensitive, so I flossed and used a good non-alcoholic mouthwash. (Not the one that can kill your sense of taste, that was a wakeup call a while back!)

Stop thinking about teeth. Move on.

I didn't have any fuzz - that was nice. Some people bemoaned not being able to grow a beard; for me, it was a luxury to not need to discover the contours of my face on the fly. No styptic pencil, no bandages, no makeup.

No makeup was a cause for celebration. I had an eye for it now, but it was still always a struggle figuring out what products worked for today's skin. What tone complemented nicely; how much was enough to not stand out as 'unkempt' but not too much. Women, frankly, had an unfair amount of socially-required upkeep, and being able to skip that? Wonderful.

Fingernails needed trimmed. It was nice when they were already at a good length. At least I didn't have to wonder tonight where the long fingernails would go.

On the shelf beside the shower, I'm grabbing most of the stuff from the left side. Slightly stronger body wash; trying to skip the anti-dandruff shampoo today.

Scrub-a-dub-dub, no surprises. I'm optimistic that I might even be productive today, as I towel off and walk to the guest bedroom. I kept calling it that, because even as crowded as it was, it felt too big to call it a 'closet' and too small to call it 'my personal department store'.

A quick date with a tape measure to validate a couple guesses, a quick visit to 'Menswear', and voila! I have clean underwear and jog pants.

I throw a strong coffee pod in the machine, grab a coffee cup and some creamer, and a yogurt from the mini fridge.

I slide into the desk chair, adjust it a bit shorter, and unlock my laptop. It's time for the most 'fun' part of the routine.

It's time to figure out who I am going to be today.