The sisters review their options.

"We've got to get that thing out of our head!" John cried out, beginning to panic.

"What if we just knock ourselves out? Then it won't be able to control us!" Jessica suggested.

John bent down in front of her twin, "Alright, sis, you gotta him me in the head real hard!"

"OK... you ready for this, John?" she asked, while taking deep breaths and clenching her fists. The two had a history of bickering and fighting since they were young, as is typical of siblings, but they had not broken out into a physical fight since they were kids. John nodded and closed her eyes, tensing up for the strike. Jessica bonked her on the head.

"Ow!" John said, rubbing the wound.

"I'll have to do it harder..." Jess said, then walked over and picked up a trash can. "Ready?"

"No!" John said, taken aback. "Maybe there's another way..."

"What if we just got pissed drunk?" Jessi thought out loud, "We'd be too sloshed to listen or even move on our own."

"Where would we get ****?" John asked.

"This is the prom! Someone's bound to have spiked the punch by now..." Jessica reasoned. "I'd say Trent would be holding, he always does those sort of thinks to mess with everyone. If not, Katie told me that she and her friends were going to an after party with **** there..."

"Wait... even if we're pissed drunk, does that guarantee that we won't be able to eat anyone?"

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked.

"Well, even if we were ****... some guy could... you know, stick it in..." John explained with a red face. Her body began welling up again at the thought until she shook her head to stop it.

"Oh goodness! No!" Jessica cried out. Her faced reddened as well at the thought. "We should... maybe restrain ourselves completely... like, lock ourselves in a room until the dance is over." Even this suggestion had its perverse appeal that made her thinking dull.

"Then what?" John asked hurriedly. She was eager to do anything at this point. The taunt of the plant kept demanding at her and it was chipping away at her resolve.

"Then..." Jessica was having a hard time concentrating. The voice in her head was harder and harder to ignore. She focused herself and continued, "we find the plant and its owner and get them to fix this..."

"OK! That's a plan. Let's do it... where do we lock ourselves in?" John asked, on her feet, ready to move.

"I can't think..." the girl shouted, holding her forehead. "I'm too horny!" She started pacing, trying to collect her thoughts into something cohesive. "I need... like a cold shower!"

"Showers are right here! Let's go!" John said, stripping off her gown. She was willing to follow any instructions at this point as long as it didn't come from the plant. The brunette tied her hair back and turned on the cold water. She shrieked at the icy pellets contacting her skin. A minute later, her sister was beside her, hair bundled up and nude as well. She shivered and her nipples immediately went stiff as the twins ran the cold water over each other's bodies. It didn't actually occur to them to take separate showers.

"Alright, you two, out of there right now!" called out a voice at the locker room entrance. "We're not having any of this hanky panky on school grounds!"

John and Jessica froze and looked at each other. They were caught with no escape route. The shower only led out to the locker room which had that one exit the chaperone was standing by. Jessica poked her head out to see.

"Jessica!? Come out right now. You take any longer in there, I'm coming after you, decent or not!" the lady at the door announced.

"It's Ms. Juniper!" Jessica told John. Ms. Juniper was their homeroom teacher. Jessica looked about frantically for another way out in order to escape further embarrassment. John grabbed her by the hand.

"Maybe she could help us?"