Actually, he CAN help

You look up at Alex. "Can I stay at your place for the next couple days?"

Alex blinks in surprise. "Um, sure. It's not like you don't half-live over there anyways. But, uh, why now?"

You grimace. "My parents might be out of town, but Gwen's still home. I don't want to have to deal with telling her about this. She'd probably be all ecstatic at having a sister and I'd probably end up being **** into makeovers and watching girly movies and shit."

Alex winces in sympathy. "Yeah, I could see that."

"And..." You swallow down your pride and your shame and tell the truth. "And I don't think I can trust myself to hold back from throwing myself at some random guy off the street. That woman called it a game, insinuated that she'd throw some curve-balls at me if I just tried to lock myself away. I need someone I can trust to keep an eye on me."

Alex looks at you with wide eyes. "Fuck, dude. Is it really that bad?"

Frustrated with the lack of control over your life, you bite out, "I sucked your dick for a fucking hour, dude. Liked it even. When you had me pinned to the bed, I didn't know if you were wearing protection or not, but I didn't even care if you were about to knock me up so long as I got off. You really think I'm in control of myself?"

He looks appalled. "Shit," he says in a small voice. "That's fucked up."

"Yeah. No kidding."

Alex takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes, a serious look on his face.

"So what are you thinking? I lock you in a room until you change back? Play interference?"