Alex badly needs an outlet

Alex walked though the bedroom door and turned right. It was sheer dumb luck that there was a corridor there and not a brick wall, because he mind was not present. As he walked away, he felt his face and hands flush again as they transformed back into their male forms. His hand muscles bulged, and the smooth manicured nails morphed back into the rough boy's nails they had been every night until tonight. He wanted to watch, but he was determined to move quickly and avoid his friends at all costs. The clop-clop of his heels sounded hurried and clumsy to him, but he was too afraid to stop to take them off.

The worst part was that beneath the flush of panic, seeing Sam again rekindled his horniness. He had to find an outlet.

He looked up and found himself in a library with at least 10,000 books. His thoughts flowed like water:

1. Where there are libraries, people study.
2. When people study, they have to pee.
3. When people pee, they want locked doors.
4. And where there are lockable doors, I can jack it.

Alex spotted a small unobtrusive door and made a beeline for it, snatching a photo book with a topless woman on it without slowing down at all. He made it as far as the sink before he had to act.

For a book entitled "The Cult of Astarte in Modern-Day Lebanon: An exploration of Mesopotamian pagan revivals in the Levant, with comparisons to historical sources," it sure read well. Who knew archaeology was such a fascinating and vibrant field of study?