Chickening Out

Suddenly you snap back to yourself. You remember that you are in Rosa's mansion, her mother's mansion. You look down to see that your cock is covered in semen. You bring some of it up to your mouth, remembering vividly being a father, being a church girl, being Mrs. Mei. You look around and try to find another combination that would be interesting, perhaps becoming a black trans grandmother. But as you turn to try and go through a webcam simulation again, Lora is standing behind you.
"I knew it," she says. "But I told you, I warned you. You could only go through one last time. Now you must face what is up the next set of stairs."
You try to push past her, but find you cannot. You get to where she stands and an invisible **** turns you right around. You try to turn back but you cannot.

"You thought retreating into fantasies that aren't your full real sickness would help you?" Lora says. "Just like so many of her fiances before, you cannot handle what it means to be with Rosa.

"I can!" you say, and head up the stairs, dreading what sights await you further on in this mansion.

As you step up the stairs, you think Lora might be following you. In your inner thoughts, which you realize are no longer private, you think that you would use Lora's body better than she would. You would know just the right way to massage a cock between her tits. You would know how to sit on a --

When you open the door you see your father's cock. On what appears to be your actual father. And he appears to be bearing two massive breasts, covered in hair.

He starts to moan your name. Then someone calls your name. Rosa.

"Is this it? Is this what you want? You want to marry me but you really want your father? I thought you said you had no hang ups, nothing you needed to tell me. Did you lie to me?"

But instead of answering, instead of telling her the truth: you turn around, you find the stairs and you run. You run down and out of the mansion, past room after room where you don't know what might be after you. What truth of your secret fantasies might be revealed. You wish you would wake up, that this was a bad dream, but it feels real enough as you retreat out the front door to your car. You peel away, blocking Rosa's phone number and that of her friends.

You drive back home, having nowhere else to go. You knock on your parents door.

END OF ACT I.