Let's clean off first.

"First things first. Those clothes have gotta go," Janet said, motioning to the bloodstained casualwear that had belonged to Jake. Janet/Jake quickly disrobed, but Janet made a face.

"You've got blood in your hair. Like, a lot."

Jake/Janet grimaced as well. "Yeah, you're right. Not very sexy. What's say we wash it out together?"

Janet liked the sound of that, but she was getting tired of the shower sex. "I've got an idea! Follow me."

She grabbed a pillow and a chair and headed into the bathroom. When she had arranged them in front of the sink, Jake/Janet understood. "You're going to wash my hair?"

Janet smirked. "You can wash your own hair. I'm going to give you an erotic scalp massage." She turned on the tap and felt the water till it reached perfect warmth. Jake/Janet settled into the chair and leaned back, her head supported by the pillow and her long locks in the sink. "Good thing this isn't my sink. I think we're about to clog it."

Janet looked pensive as she squirted a healthy dollop of Jake's shampoo into her palm and began to massage it in. "Isn't it? I mean, you're sort of Jake. You remember Jake's life, you're in what was Jake's body, and presumably you can tell me why Jake had such shitty shampoo."

Jake/Janet laughed. "He had dandruff in high school and never got over his self-consciousness. He still uses strong anti-dandruff shampoo. And it's supposed to smell like cedarwood."

"It smells like furniture polish. Here, stretch your neck a little..." Jake/Janet did so and felt it crack slightly against the counter. "Oooh, that was good. You're really good at this, you know? I guess I am too."

The new Janet sighed and relaxed as her original ran her nails across her scalp. She richly lathered up her hair, scrubbing from her forehead to the nape of her neck in circles. Jake/Janet luxuriated in the feeling of her own expert touch. She closed her eyes.

"You know, we make a pretty good team."

Original Janet laughed. "You mean I make a pretty good team. This will all be over once Sam or Jerry or whoever implants onto you."

Jake/Janet let out a choked laugh. "God, can you imagine two Jerries? Seriously, though, don't let me be Jerry, please." She hummed with pleasure as Janet turned on the faucet to rinse out her hair.

"I'll try, but no promises." Janet told her, but the woman's eyes shot open and she grabbed Janet's wrist.

"Sorry, babe, but I'm gonna need your promises. Think about how you would feel - that's how I feel. I know I was Jake, then you, then Sam, but I'm you now and that means I'm completely you. How would you feel knowing that one touch could erase everything about you, maybe forever?"

Janet frowned, disturbed by the thought. "So why are you asking me about Jerry in particular?"

Her doppelganger relaxed back into the sink, letting her wrist go. "Well, I'm not unrealistic. I know sooner or later I'm gonna touch somebody and become them. I hate it but it's a fact. Jerry's gross, though. I don't wanna be Jerry."

Janet grabbed a towel to dry her hair. "Well, I'll do my best not to let you be Jerry. Don't worry. We'll figure this out."

Jake/Janet smiled ruefully. "Well, we may not, but you will. And I'm sure whoever I am at the time will help."