No. Never again.

You are sorely tempted to take her up on her offer, but that's why you have to turn her down. If you 'help' her this way, who knows how many other lives you'll destroy? Certainly a few that deserve it, but what about the ones that they go onto infect? How will you live with that? How will Sasha? You answer, "No. I won't hurt anyone else to help you. Do they deserve to be punished for watching and doing nothing when I turned you? Absolutely. Do they deserve a life sentence? Did you? You didn't stop me from infecting the four bois I bimboified before you! You just wanted to fuck me! What I did to you wasn't fair, but hurting more people won't help anyone."

Sasha sets you down and strides over to her bed, putting her head in her hands. She sits quietly for a long time. It's an eerie quiet. You can tell she has something she need to say, something that she has wanted to say for weeks, maybe longer. "I...I'm not gay...or not the way the football fucks would think. I don't dig guys. They do nothing for me. I've always been into girls, always told myself that made me normal. Even though I always knew it wasn't true. You...you didn't make me a girl. I did. I always was. I am. I convinced myself...fucking hypnotized myself is what I did. Thought pure stud thoughts everytime I fucked a bimboi. Proved to everyone I was a 100% stud...fooled myself. Then...I just...slipped. Just a second. Thought of how beautiful I could be. And now...I am...and all I hear are years and years of my own bullshit telling me I'm a freak. I just wish I could get that liar to shut the fuck up. Can you help me with that?"

You don't know if you can. If you had that part figured out, you probably wouldn't have turned your worst depressive thoughts into fetish fuel. The lies you tell yourself didn't originate from you in the first place. You caught them from bigots and ignorant idiots. They grow in you, like a virus. Untreated, unchecked, they can destroy you. Concentrated UV can destroy viruses. You have felt happier in the company of the people that see the real you than you have ever been alone. You almost believe yourself now when you call yourself beautiful...call yourself valid...call yourself a woman. It's time to do the same for Sasha. You can't be her hand of retribution or salvation, but you can be a mirror.

You walk over to Sasha, lifting her head in your hands and look her in the eyes, your heart hurting from the broken edges stabbing at you as you see the pain inside, as you see your own reflection. "The Bimbug is fucked up. It's not fair. But it is accurate as far as I can see. It made you what it found inside. It couldn't take away the poison you took every day to keep Sasha quiet, but you can start by going outside and letting everyone else see what I do. You are beautiful...not just because you look like a six foot tall silent movie star either. You are beautiful because for one second, you had the courage to admit the truth. You fought your carnival mirror self and won. I know...it doesn't feel like much of a victory right now. I know I am about the worst role model for being the best version of you, but you should have seen me before. Hell, I saw you before. You used to slam me into lockers and call me a fag. Now you can't even punch me because you actually have the courage to care. I don't want you to keep killing the best parts of yourself to satisfy the worst. I want you to forgive that part of yourself, but you need to tell it to fuck off and cut it out of your life. You can start by finding a pretty girl and kissing her so hard her heart skips a beat. I know one named Greta that wouMMPH MMM"

Sasha pulls you into a kiss that derails your train of thought. She lifts you by the waist and still kissing you, hold you helplessly in the air. Your head spins as you feel weightless and spacy and everything revolving around this demure domme demigoddess kissing you like the world is on fire and she wants to dance naked in the flames. You don't believe in magic. You know true loves kiss won't bippity boopity boop away a lifetime of poison. As far as treating symptoms goes however, it works wonders, and you are willing to administer it as often as required. You don't believe in magic, but on the other hand, you do feel like you're floating while a medical miracle casts spells in your mouth.

Sasha breaks the kiss just long enough to pant, "You're probably just an airhead bimboi, but I'll give it a shot. I've spent weeks holed up and pent up in here. If you want to help me blow off some steam tonight and then show me around campus tomorrow, I'll give it a shot. But I warn you. I am going to make you fall in love with me, and I will never love you." You hear the hurt and hate in her voice and know it's true. Just like you probably couldn't have made it work with Dee after your cesspool of a start. It's almost too painful to consider...a night you will never forget, no matter how badly you try. Can you do it? Can you rip out your heart again and hope it heals back to help out Sasha?