Hold On, We're Going Home

You got Drake, or rather what was left of him, back home. When you left, Doctor Weißmann apologized profusely, promising they'd start working on a way to reverse the process ASAP.

Back at the mansion, Chubbs, 40 and the others couldn't believe it. These fucks were laughing their asses off and, to be honest, you wanted to laugh with them.

But you were worried about the implications. Drake couldn't work like this, at least not like he used to. Well, maybe if they film another season of Degrassi, centered around how Jimmy started doing HRT. Dude didn't look quite like a girl, but not really like a man either.

He got younger alright, but his penis shrunk down significantly, and his features became softer and more feminine as well. On top of that, it seems the de-aging process didn't account for his BBL surgery. While his body got smaller, his fat ass stayed almost the same.

Now he was lying in bed, naked for the homies to gawk at. An 18-year-old looking fem-Drake. With a small, useless dicklett. Perched on top of a smooth, hairless pouch. Between his fat, soft thighs. One look at him, and you know this MF will never ever have to shave anything again.

Once the guys have laughed enough, they packed their shit up and left. They probably won't be be back anytime soon.

You head into the lobby, Drake's phone in hand. Well, you can at least call his family, you think to yourself. Let them know about what he set out to do, and what he ended up like.

His dad just told you to never call him again.

His mom said she can't wait to see her little baby again, so that's a plus you guess.

Sophie Brussaux, former porn star and the mother of Drake's son, got silent after you told her. Then she said she'd call you back. What the fuck. You hang up and just wait, wondering what this bitch got to do in-between a convo like this.

After about half an hour, during which you said 'fuck waiting for her' and made yourself a sandwich, she calls you.

Is it okay if she comes over today? Uh, okay.

Can she bring someone? You guess she'll probably bring a doctor... a real one that doesn't bounce on some random black dick, while her patient is in an experimental machine getting his genetics re-worked. Sure, okay... smart woman, actually.

Can you watch over Drake until she gets there, and then take some time off? She'll see to it that you keep getting paid, of course. SURE! It seems like you're on the phone with the woman who has all the best ideas.

Three hours of eating subs, watching TV, and booking a flight to Atlanta later, the door rings. It's Sophie, looking like a fucking bombshell slut as usual. The dude she got in tow doesn't look like a doctor though. He's a fat white guy, wearing a white tee and jeans. He's got long black hair and a designer stubble. And it seems he arrived in a van...

You don't care anymore, handing her one of the mansion keys and heading to the main gate, where your Uber should arrive soon. Time to get the fuck outta here.