Prologue One: Introducing Jayne Doe
#1 of Jayne
Introducing Jayne Doe, one of two protagonists in what I hope to turn into a successful writing project
"ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT!" the alarm clock buzzed loudly in the cervine's almond shaped ear which flicked against the pillow. Turning his antlered head, he fumbled bleary eyed for the the flashing red digits, batting blindly till he managed to smack the the big snooze button on the top. The deer came to rest in this position, half rolled over, one arm outstretched, resting atop the offensive device as his eyes drifted closed once again. As much as he would have liked, he could not afford to go back to sleep, but he did allow himself a moment to take stock of his extremities and surroundings.
Two legs, check. Four toes, check. Two arms, also check. Tail? Hasn't fallen off yet it seemed as the white and mule tan flag fluttered in the gap between the sheets created by his body. Finally opening his eyes, he blinked the sleep away to stare at the clock again. 7:03 pm. Time to get up he guessed. Calling upon all the minimal willpower he contained, the mule deer drug himself to the edge of the bed with an almost pained groan, swinging his long athletic legs over the edge, cloven hooves landing on the carpeted floor with a pair of soft thuds. Sitting up, he arched back, vertebrae popping loudly as his vision swam with a head rush, but the morning ritual of laziness was over and it was time to get up for good.
Rising and crossing the room, he yanked the stringer of the blinds that covered his third floor window, the slats rising with a clatter as he stood naked and surveyed the city. Almost sunset, his favorite time of day. The vast majority of people would be headed home and headed for their families and beds, while he himself was just getting started. With a small wry smile, he turned away and headed for the bathroom to take care of some business, leaving the door open so he could watch the painted late fall sky from his seat on the porcelain throne.
Refreshed and feeling more awake now after washing his hands and face, he snagged a pair of underwear from a half open drawer, a pair of plain black cotton panties, and stepped into them, pulling them up his legs to rest comfortably on his hips. There they cupped his smooth groin, and his bobtail waggled comfortably as the hem tucked in under it. He was not fond of the effeminate undergarment, but he had learned long ago, it was far more comfortable than properly male underwear, which often left his snatch feeling over wet and itchy. An unpleasant combo, especially when he preferred to keep its presence a secret, the buck couldn't exactly be groping and scratching himself all the time.
Once he had made it to his small apartment kitchen, he flicked the switch on his 'yard sale' coffee maker. The thing might be a relic, but it was cheap and it worked as he reached into the fridge, fishing through leftover takeout boxes, a jug of milk and one of cream, and a few beer bottles. There! He smiled to himself as he found his prey, two slices of Hawaiian pizza from dinner two days before. Stuffing the end of one in his mouth, he clutched the other in his fist as he turned towards the tall bar chairs that served as clothes rack for his uniform for the day. But in addition to the 'Grand Smithsonian' guard's uniform, another set of clothes lay in the chair next to it. His clothes, but he normally left his street clothes in the dresser, so why..... Oh.
Swallowing hard around the half chewed hunk of cold pizza, his heart plummeted in his chest as all the panic and worry from the night before came rushing back in a tidal wave of horror. He had a date today, or tomorrow technically, after work, and he had laid out a decent set of clothing to take with him and change into. Groaning softly, he rubbed his face with one hand, stuffing another bite of pizza into his mouth before taking the sharply creased slacks off of the chair and pulling them on. He ate quickly as he dressed, careful to keep crumbs and pizza grease from his uniform and thick belt, carefully strapping his holstered sidearm to his hip. Returning to the bedroom, he grabbed a bag and stopped to look himself over in the bathroom mirror. There was going to be no use in worrying himself sick before work, he could save it til after, but... Jayne did decide to brush his teeth twice before heading out with his duffel bag of date clothes....