Interrogation

"Ask him what he was doing," you say, "and how he got that."

Jessica nods and pushes the boy up against a row of lockers. She looks real tough, enough to intimidate you a little bit as she tries to **** answers out of the kid.

"I was just trying to have some fun! I wasn't gonna hurt anybody, honest!" The boy chokes out his words, suspended by the front of his shirt. "Do you know how hard it is to be as much of a loser as I am? And still a virgin too..." Jessica slams him hard against the lockers. "Ow! Not that I was planning to do anything about that! Aw, jeez, I just talked myself into a hole."

"Well, he's not evil," says Jessica. "Really pathetic and a little useless, but not evil." You nod in agreement. "Where'd you get that thing?"

"I built it," he says.

"You built something like that? Why not apply for a Nobel Prize, dude, why use it to get your rocks off in a science class?"

"Yeah, I know how to build something like that," the boy says, but he trails off, looking unsure. "No, I definitely remember building it, it's just-"

"Just what?" you interrupt.

"Well, now that I think of it, I can't really put my finger on anything definite about how some kind of mind control remote like that could be built. I don't know any details about how it works, but I still remember building it..."

"Why didn't it work on me?" asks Jessica.

"I definitely don't know that. It worked on everyone else and I'm not sure how it didn't affect you."

Jessica looks at him for a moment before sighing and dropping him onto the ground. "Get the fuck out of here," she says, "and if you ever try to mess with anyone again you can bet I'll be there to kick your ass. Understand?"

He nods and scurries away across the floor. Jessica turns to you. "What do you think?"

You're not sure why, but you have the feeling that your sister was behind that. With how vague the boy sounded, your sister probably set him up with the device somehow. Which means any number of other people could be affected in the same way, with other contraptions letting them do who knows what. But you can't tell Jessica that. Who knows whether your old stepsister is still your sister or not.

"I don't think that's the last thing like that we'll find. More stuff is probably coming."

Jessica nods. "Yeah, I think so too. After all, something had to do that to your breasts."

Oh, right, Jessica thinks that your breasts should be smaller. You know that they're the right size, but it would probably be easier to let her think that they were changed somehow. It saves you from having to explain a lot of stuff.

Jessica misinterprets your thought as a look of worry, and she walks over and hugs you. You feel soft in her arms, from both of your bodies, and you wrap your arms around her in turn. You feel comforted and safe, and you're glad for it. You're going to make it through this.

"Don't worry. I'm going to protect you."

"But," you say, "what if you're not immune to the next one?"

She smiles. "Then I'll just improvise."

You smile back and for a second nothing is wrong with the universe. Then a scream pierces the silence in the hallway. It's shrill and feminine and it came from down the hall.

You and Jessica look at each other. "Let's go," she says and you nod back, both setting off down the hall in the direction of the scream.