"Alright."

You let out a breath of relief at his response. If he had said no you don't know what you would have done. "Really? Thanks, Alex."

"...yeah, no problem." He's got a complicated look on his face and his hands are clenching and unclenching by his sides."

"What's wrong? I'd figure you'd be happier at getting laid for two days straight. I'd think you were being blackmailed into sleeping with an uggo or something but, come on, just look at me! I've got to be a 10--9 at the very least." There's not much point in false modesty here. Whoever changed you seems to have designed you to practically look like a porn star. As a guy, you know EXACTLY how much another one would want to fuck you.

He grimaces. "Sorry. It's just that... Well... Ok yeah, when I didn't know it was you I thought you were about the hottest girl I'd ever seen. Then you and I had that betting match, which was--" Alex stops for a second, "--something. But now that I do know it's you, I see my friend in the color of your eyes and in the way you talk and sit and then you say those kind of things in that kind of voice which is just--but then you crack a joke just like you always would and I see--" He stops, growling a bit in frustration. "I'm just having trouble thinking of John Doe as someone I'd want to bone."

Well that's going to be a problem. You guess you can't blame the guy; unlike you, he doesn't have a curse or something to overcome the conflict of needing to fuck your friend since kindergarten. If, say, your mother suddenly came up to you and said that you had to have sex with her or she would literally die, you'd imagine that you would probably have some problems getting it up. Maybe not the best example, since you look practically nothing like you used to, so-- Wait a minute...

"Then don't think of me as John. Until I change back, I'm Jennifer. Or Sarah, or Jackie, or fucking Priscilla--whatever the hell works for you." Alex looks a bit dubious, so you continue. "Just try to think of me as that girl you met a couple hours ago, who needs to crash at your place for a couple days. If it helps, we can raid your dad's stash of beer when we get back to your place."

Alex chews that over for a minute then lets out a long sigh. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. So what's next, Jen?"

Jennifer. Jen. It's close to John, and better than Jenny. You can work with that. Time to focus.

"Okay. First, I'm going to clean up the mess from earlier. Next, we're going to have to find some birth control. That was way too close of a call earlier; I don't want to only rely on a condom that could break." As a guy you viewed condoms as a necessary evil, but now that YOU are the one who could end up pregnant, it doesn't seem nearly enough. Alex grimaces at the thought but nods.

"Right. I'll try to find something online then."

Your tasks set, Alex pulls out his phone while you head out of the kitchen.