You come clean

"Look man, relax. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? How could it be worse?!"

You could have knocked me up, you think. Probably not what he needs to hear right now. Neither is the next bit, but angry is better than whiny.

"Well it's not as bad as that time your mom walked in on you jacking off to a picture of her from Girls Gone Wild."

Alex instantly snaps back, "I didn't know it was her! How would I have known that she would have been--" He freezes. "John told you about that? He promised he'd never..."

You grimace. "I still haven't told a soul. We swore that if I did, you could talk about that 'girl' from the dance who turned out to be a guy in drag. Mutually assured destruction, right?"

Alex is frowning, looking at you suspiciously.

"...John?"

"Yeah."

"...the fuck?"

You sigh.

"It's a long--Well, I guess it's not a long story. Basically I must have pissed someone really powerful off somewhere, 'cause I woke up this morning looking like this."

Alex looks stunned. "Shit, man. You have any idea who it was?"

"Not a clue. All I know is that I got a phone call this morning from some woman who told me that she did this and that as long as I don't get knocked up for the next--" You look at your alarm clock. "--forty-five hours, I'll change back."

Alex goes pale. "Kn-knocked up?!"

"Yep," you grumble, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "Supposedly I'm super-duper-fertile right now. One pesky little sperm makes it in and I'd better start shopping for maternity clothes."

Suddenly you realize your position. You are still on your back, propped up on your elbows, with Alex's sperm smeared all over your chest. He is still naked and sitting between your thighs, his chest glistening with the sweat worked up from your recent coupling, and the semen-filled condom is still on his cock, which is in full view.

A chill runs through you at the realization of just how close a call it was. Alex seems to realize it too, his eyes getting wide. His hand rushes down to catch the condom as it starts to slide off his deflating member, and you scramble away from him to your feet. You both look at each other, wide-eyed. Alex's eyes drift downwards towards your chest before his face flushes and he looks away. You awkwardly cough.

"I'm, uh--I'm going to go clean up in the bathroom. How about you get dressed and meet me in the kitchen in a couple minutes."

Alex nods, still looking at the wall.

You head across the hall and into the bathroom. Stepping in front of a sink, you take a good look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your face is still flushed red to match your auburn hair, which is especially messy in the back from where it was rubbing against the bed and from being wrapped in Alex's fingers. Combined with the cum smeared across your ample breasts, your perfect curves, and your dark eyes, you look like a sex goddess who's just been fucked.

Which you have been. Fucked. Hard.

You feel your heartbeat begin to pick up at the thoughts, so you quickly turn on the sink and begin to wash your face and your chest. Luckily it seems that cold water works about as well for girls as it does for guys in cooling unwanted libidos.

A couple minutes later and you've cleaned yourself up about as well as you can imagine. You start to open the bathroom door when you realize your mistake: in your haste to get out of that room you forgot to grab something to wear.

You don't want to run into Alex again while less than completely clothed right now. You especially don't want to be wearing the clothes you were wearing when you seduced him either. Only one thing to do then.

"Alex?" You call out to the house. There's a brief pause before he responds from the direction of the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to get something to wear. Let me know if someone is about to show up, will you?"

"Uh, okay?"

You sneak down the hall to your sister's room. Without the initial panic and with a proper lookout, you can take your time looking for something to wear. You pull open her dresser and begin to sort through her underwear drawer. You feel like such a fucking creep, going through your little sister's panty drawer looking for something to wear. You carefully sort through them, careful not to leave any evidence of your visit, until you find the plainest pair of underwear you can find and a sports bra. A similar search through her closet results in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

The panties don't cover as much as you would like, but they are plain white and have a Calvin Klein label on them, which is about as close to normal underwear as you are likely to get. The sports bra feels rather tight on your chest, which probably isn't helped by the fact that you think you are a little bit bigger in the bust department than your sister. Still, you think as you give a couple hops off the ground to test it, it's better than having your breasts flopping around every time you take a step. The jeans thankfully aren't skinny jeans, so getting them on isn't as much as a hassle as it could have been. The plain white t-shirt hugs your body more than you are used to and reaching above your head shows a bit of your flat belly, but it's the best you can do. Gwen has more than enough shoes that you'll doubt she will notice a missing pair of tennis shoes. A quick raid of her vanity desk has you find a hair-tie to keep your hair out of the way. The ponytail: so easy, a man can do it.

Now that you are fully clothed, it is time to face the music.