Nope.

You shake your head, afraid. You can't agree to that! Heather's your girlfriend, ain't she?

Ms. K seems annoyed at your response. "Not gonna play along? Fine. But since you already know too much, you'll have to lose more than Heather!"

"What do you mean by...?" Your question is cut off by the black MILF snapping her fingers...and then you black out.

From your perspective, nothing happens when you wake up in your bed - you remember nothing of your encounters in that house, of the Society, or even of dating Heather at all. In fact, no-one (it seems) remembers you ever dating Heather. As far as anyone knows, Heather has the loving girlfriend of Simon for months! The two of them are very lovey-dovey (and openly sexual) - Heather (and their fuckbuddies) casually praises his enormous cock for satisfying her.

In contrast, you not only have no girlfriend, but you rarely date at all, thanks to widespread knowledge of how tiny your penis is. No-one knows exactly how or when this knowledge became publicly available amongst your peers, but it means you have no chance of losing your virginity before college.

Until, it seems, your friend Carl sets you up on a blind date with a friend of his cousin from out-of-town. She's named Erica, and you don't know much about her except that she's black, good looking and apparently thinks you're cool, too. Your date will be a long walk through the quiet woods, talking about stuff, before coming home for dinner.