Meet Jane.

"I can't handle this. I need someone who can help me get Connie back," Mark said as he pulled out the remote. It was once again glowing green.

"Oh, well," James said as he stepped away from Mark. "Farewell and good l-"

Another shot and Connie was once again looking around with confusion. "I- what?" she asked with a mild New England accent. The transformations were truly remarkable - the sauntering masculine body energy of James was instantly transformed into that of a timid, nervous woman. "Where am I?"

James checked the display and was heartened to see someone slightly more relatable.

Jane Shears
Post-doctoral student
Denver, Colorado, 1974 CE

"Jane?" he asked and she replied immediately.

"That's right, who are you? Where am I?" She was looking around at her surroundings with wonder. Mark was starting to get used to that.

"My name is Mark, and you're in a sort of afterlife. I need your help." He quickly explained his experience so far. She listened attentively, waiting till he was done to ask questions.

"Well, I feel the same as James did. This whole episode feels like a strange epilogue to my story. I had just finished my PhD at UC Denver when - oh God, I was hit! I was in a car crash and died on the spot. Oh, my, what a pitiful end to my story..."

Mark cleared his throat and she continued. "My tragic **** notwithstanding, I want to help you get your girlfriend back. Now, it sounds like the remote emitted a sort of green glow when you make specific requests. You got an English speaker, then you got me. Presumably the remote thinks I can help you. Why don't you try asking it for Connie?"

Mark slapped his forehead. Of course! "Um, I want Connie Ramirez of New York City," he spoke to the remote. It immediately flashed red twice. He frowned.

"Figures it wouldn't be that easy," Jane said. "It appears you can't summon a specific person, or if you can we don't know how. Have you used it on anyone else?"

"What? Of course not!" he responded instantly.

"Shame, that would give us valuable data. I understand why you don't want to, though. Now, you said that before you conjured me, James was acting... amorously towards you?"

Mark nodded. "It was weird. He just suddenly seemed really horny. I didn't know what to do but I definitely didn't want to fuck an english guy, even if he was in my girlfriend's body."

Jane stared at him thoughtfully for a second. When she spoke, it was deliberate and slow. "I have to tell you, Mark, I'm feeling a similar desire. It was hardly noticeable at first, but it's growing stronger by the minute. It's quite distracting, to be honest."

Mark gaped at her. "You think this thing is... making people horny? In Connie's body?"

Jane licked her lips, then blushed. "It would appear so. If you want our conversation to be fruitful, we may need to satisfy these urges."

"You're saying you won't help me unless I fuck you?" he asked incredulously.

On the word fuck, a soft sigh escaped her lips. "I'm saying... I'm saying I might not be able to. I'm having a very, very difficult time focusing right now. All I can think about is having sex with you."

As she said this, she slipped down the straps on her tank top to reveal the tops of her breasts. Holding the tank top up with one hand, she fixed him with a sultry stare. "I think I can help you, but first I'm going to need you to help me."