Modify the Rule

Thinking for a moment, Anna decided she would flip sex norms on their head . . . well at least for women like her. She looked at her slightly modified rule and smiled.

• Generally, for sexual intercourse to occur, there must be mutual consent to all relevant sexual acts by all parties involved. However, men cannot deny any sexual request made by an Asian woman.

"That should do it," Anna thought to herself. Of course she still thought this was all just a joke. A Fun app for her to waste her time in. Getting a little pleasure out of the fantasy she created, Anna hit enter and her world went white.

. . .

Anna opened her eyes. It took a moment for vision to focus, but once it did she realized she was staring at a ceiling. Her apartment's ceiling to be precise. She shook off her dizziness and moved to stand up. Finally on her two feet, she felt a rush of blood to the head and had to lean against a nearby chair to steady herself.

"Damn I feel hungover, high, and sleepy all at the same time," her mind wondered.

She was a bit confused at the whole situation. She looked around her otherwise normal apartment and saw her phone on the ground near her coffee table. Reaching down she saw the screen was on and that a strange app was open. Puzzled at first, she suddenly remembered the silly app her friend had sent her and the dirty rule she had modified.

She grinned at the thought of her fantasy, but refocused on the situation at hand. She must have fallen asleep on the couch and fallen off. Or maybe she passed out from dehydration? She decided against either possibility, figuring that she must have passed out from something else. "Better get that checked out with my doctor," she mumbled to no one in particular.

Though she was convinced it wasn't dehydration, she was certainly thirsty. Anna walked over into her kitchen, eager to grab some cold water from her purifier in the fridge. Opening the door, she spotted a handful of glasses she had never seen before.

"Huh what are these?"

There were three jars, each filled with a strange yellowish white substance. Each jar was covered with a sealant lid, presumably to keep the contents fresh. Anna went to grab the largest one and looked at it intently. Whatever the liquid was, it was sticky and fairly thick. She sloshed it around a bit and went take the lid off to get a whiff. That's when she saw the label on top:

"Michael"

She involuntarily raised an eyebrow.

"Michael? Like Michael Robins from work? Is this his glass?"

Waving off the thought, she opened the jar and took a strong sniff. The smell was incredibly strong and Anna's reaction was immediate. Suppressing the desire to gag, she quickly resealed the container and set it back on the shelf. It had a musky, salty, yet slightly chlorine flavor. She couldn't quite place it, but she sure as hell knew she wasn't about to drink it.

Anna's body reacted a bit differently. The hair on her neck stood up a bit when the scent hit her nostrils. Her nipples hardened. And she became slightly aroused. She noticed this all after a moment, confused at why such a scent would cause this reaction.

Then it hit her.

"Oh my god. That's cum!"

The texture, smell, and sight of the liquid all made sense suddenly. And so did the name on the label.

"Holy shit! Is that.... is that Michael's semen?! what the fuck!"

Anna panicked for a moment, distraught that her coworker's semen was just sitting in a jar in her fridge. Then she remembered the other two jars. She slowly re-opened the fridge door and glanced at the two smaller containers.

She picked one up and looked at the top:

"Brian"

She had a cute neighbor on her floor named Brian. She wondered if it was his. She sat that jar back on the shelf and grabbed the other jar.

"Daniel"

She shuddered at that name. She only knew one Daniel. Her brother. God forbid that be his cum. She prayed it wasn't.

With all three jars in a row on the shelf, Anna took a step back, pondered her next move, and wondered why she had three jars of cum sitting in her fridge.