Dana's bedroom

John slowly opened his eyes - or what were his eyes now - to see a pink room with dainty window dressings. "Where am I?" Looking around he recognized this room, he had only seen it once but it was unmistakable. He was in Dana's room. "Dana's room, what the hell happened? How did I get here" It was at that moment it all came rushing back to him. The argument, his theft of Dana's body, his ****.

As he pulled the sheets off his still half naked body, he winced with pain as he sat up. Blood and seamen covered his ass cheeks and thighs. His face had blood on it as from the now healing cut above his eye, and his mouth still had the fresh taste of violation and vomit.

As he made his way to Dana's bathroom to clean off only one thought replayed through his mind, "this is certainly not how I intended this day to go". He turned on the shower and stepped in, hoping the warm water, soap and shampoo would bring him salvation.

As the water ran over him he couldn't help but smile as he caught a glimpse of his new body in the mirror. "Even in my ravished state, I am beautful" he said to no one. "And, well, that was kind of fun..."