Hide Jeff and run

Thinking quickly, you grab Jeff's **** body and drag it to the side of the room. He is a lot heavier -- and you are a lot less muscular in Amy's body -- and it takes longer than you would have wanted. Once there, you position a cart on top of him and spread a sheet over it. If no one looks too closely, they won't see the top of his head or the bottom of his feet sticking out from the ends of the sheets.

Taking a quick look around the lab to make sure everything else appears to be in order, you give one last look at your **** body, hoping it really isn't the last time you see it. Then, after carefully checking to make sure no one is approaching, you leave the laboratory and the building.

You don't stop to rest until you are a couple of blocks away. You are out of breath and sit down on a park bench, across the street from the college's athletic center. The football game has just finished, and you see a mass of people leaving the game. All this barely registers, though, because you have bigger things on your mind than who won the big game.

"I need a plan," you realize. The feelings of fear and paranoia do not seem to be as strong right now. Is that because of the **** Amy and Jeff gave you, or is it because you just had two massive orgasms in rapid succession? You vauguely remember them saying something about the paranoia being connected to sexual arousal, but you could have been dreaming that. Goodness knows, you are having a hard enough time keeping track of what reality is!

You decide that you should see if you can make contact with Dr. Hotstetter and see if he is able to help you. Even if Burbank, Jeff and Amy are not part of some conspiracy, you are pretty sure you have burned your bridges with them by now.

In fact, you wonder just how long Jeff will remain **** after you knocked him out, what he will remember, and if anyone will be able to figure out what happened. It would make sense to get away from the college, and the sooner, the better.

Just then, you feel strong arms wrap around you from behind, and a voice say, "I think you've done enough running for now, don't you, Justin?"

You turn and see Dr. Burbank. He is holding you firmly, but not unkindly. "Let me help you, Justin. I know this is frightening, but we can help you. No one blames you for being afraid."

You look around to a nearby parking lot and see the last of the members of the opposing football team piling into a bus. You look the other direction and see several cheerleaders and members of the home team walking off the field to the athletic center. A number of the game’s spectators are milling around, and no one seems to take any particular notice of you and Dr. Burbank.

Again, he says, "Just come back to the lab with me, Justin. Let's figure this out together."