Funny Music

Even if she was really strict, you couldn't deny that Hilda was pretty hot. It may seem odd to have a twenty something working as a court-ordered overseer for someone under house arrest, but you weren't about to complain.

Well, maybe you were. Hilda may have been a shapely brunette with a love for skinny jeans, but there was still a few things that you could complain about. For starters, she wasn't so much strict as outright bossy, telling you what to do like you were her younger sibling. She'd also begin each visit by asking a bunch of questions about how you were feeling. And when she did this she didn't even sound concerned. It was probably some crap that the court was having her do, but still.

Then there was her food. Every single time Hilda came to check up on you, roughly twice a week, she insisted that she cook for you. She must have taken a few cooking classes, since what she made sure looked and tasted good. Her first visit she was playing some weird faux hip-hop but when you set her straight she actually listened and you talked for hours about music. On her next visit, three days later, she had a snappin' playlist and even gave you her old iPod. It helped keep you from going stir-crazy.

Only... you've been doing strange things lately. Sitting down to pee, crossing your legs when you sit. Occasionally you've had blackouts. A couple days ago, you realized you'd thrown out all your boxers and you had no idea why. You remembered throwing them out, feeling disgusted by them. But not why.

It couldn't be the music. The music is harmless and normal. It couldn't be Hilda, the only person you really interact with. You trust Hilda completely. But you resolved to ask her about it anyways.