Don, 19 year old at a mall with friends

Everything looks normal, I note as I look around. That is, until I turn to see my friend Heather had stopped eating a pretzel, her eyes wide as she looked at me with a look of fear and confusion. Sitting beside her is Kelsey, a curvy and petite girl, sharing Heather's expression of fear. Next to Kelsey was Patricia, with her short pixie hair dyed pink. Lastly is Samantha, long mousey hair covering most of her face as she looked at me quizzically and push her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

I'm in awe. Was what the voice said true? I couldn't believe it. Finally, this was my opportunity to get back at my friends for over four years of sexual frustration and humiliation. For being the only guy in a group of girls and the constant sexual urges that came from that only to get shot down before I could even make a move. My heart raced and breath sped up as I choose the first girl, my first victim.