Ask "Sam" something only you would know

“So you could tell me the password to Sam’s email, right now?” you ask. You’re beyond having a plan at this point. You just want to go home.

“What, you want the password to my email? You really think I’d be that stupid?” He laughed.

“Alright, it’s pretty long, so I’ll start, and you finish,” you say, “bowl reptile content…”

“Hey, how do you know that?” He said.

“I’m the real Sam, and you don’t know the rest because you’re not me!” you yell.

“Well, you couldn’t have the first bit without having the rest, so I’ll just change it now,” he replies. You can hear the distant sound of the party get louder when he puts you on speaker. “So fine, the rest WAS “photo summer tell”. Enjoy your useless password. This is the lamest scam ever. You got a sexy voice though, I almost believed that was you in the photo.” He knows it!

There’s no way he could have guessed. He’s real. He’s you, the real you. But that means there are two of you? Fuck, if you don't try something you're going to lose him.

“Sam! Listen to me! I’m really you. I was just getting a blowjob from some random slut in the bathroom, and then I woke up in a woman’s body,” you blurt out in desperation. The music continues from his end of the line. You wait for him to respond.

“Was she a brunette, or a redhead?” he asks.

“She was a blond, you fucking asshole!” You yell: “I came in her mouth and it got on her dress and she looked pissed and that’s all I remember!”

“Okay, that’s really weird. Were you watching me?” Alright, he believes it. Sort of.

“From your own eyes. You can ask me anything,” you say.

“Okay, what girl did you lose your virginity to?” he asks.

“Allison,” you reply immediately.

“How did it happen?”

“In the back of my car. I stuck it in her, slipped out by accident while trying to fuck and came on the back seat. It took forever to get the stain out,” Fuck, that really sounds strange with Shannon’s voice. He - Sam - doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Okay, let’s say you are me, and somehow also a sexy bitch. What do you want me to do about it?”