"The fuck are those?"

"The fuck are those?" You ask, pointing to bottle of pills.

"These?"

"These are called Estrodial. They're hormone replacers."

"They're for girls who don't have enough estrogen, or want their breasts to grow."

"Why do you need those?" You ask Jenny

"Your tits are fine the way they are."

"They're not for me, dumbass."

"Oh."

"They're for you."

"WHAT!?"

"Don't freak out cutie. It's only temporary. A day, max."

"You're joking, right?"

"I don't make the rules ok!?"

"Mike said to make sure you take on of these or 'he sends Amy the photos' and 'he won't fuck me again'"

Another impossible choice. Are you Jennys telling you the truth?

Does it even matter?

If Mike sends the photos to Amy, you'll lose her forever.

"I'm sorry cutie, but it's what he told me to do. It's what we have to do"

Jenny's hand reaches for the bottle, popping the cap off, shaking a single pill out.

"Here. Take it."