A stop to freshen up.

Adam let out a purposeful cough into the sink, the motion a futile attempt to turn his mental disgust into a physical response. His mind felt disgusted over what happened in the car, over the stickiness on his face and over his hair and chest... fake chest. At least the desire to be disgusted was real, but emotionally he felt conflicted. It was disgusting, demeaning, satisfying, and exciting. The thought of being caught covered in cum, of someone calling him a whore, The memory was eliciting a seemingly pleasurable pulse in his false bosom and below.

Realizing where his thoughts had gone, he twists the faucet, hands cupping scoops of water directly into his face and sort hair. He needed to get this gunk off him, he needed to be clean again, and he had to find some sort of control.

"Mmhm."

He tried his best to ignore the succubus, feeling the tendrils of the suit seem to stir against his body. He grabbed a fistful of paper towels and dampened the water in the sink before scrubbing the rough-textured paper against those sticky areas in his hair.

"Being clean is so nice, It makes getting dirty again so much better."

“Shut it!” He said harshly, grabbing another paper towel to wash down the front of his latex school uniform, the job easier than expected as less splattered on it then he had thought.

“Are you alright?” The worried voice of Cory followed the squeaking of the restroom door being opened slightly.

“FINE!” Adam replied. The hell is he doing there? Cory had apologized profusely for what happened but had been largely useless in helping her as he did not even have a box of tissues in his car Aida could wipe her face with. In the end, he drove them to the far lot, running inside so he could open a stairwell door for Adam to enter by before he took off for the nearest restroom, blushing a bit at the girl's sign before running in. Knowing the succubus, everyone likely already thought of him as a girl, so getting caught in the men's room would be bad. He had assumed Cory would run off to class after leaving him in the hall.

Problem for later. Adam thought as he heard the door close again. He had a more disgusting cleanup to do, as the wet sensation around his manhood attested to. It should have been his first priority but he had felt a need to see his face in the mirror, to see the evidence over her, err his, face of what had been done to him, a morbid fascination that left him a bit weak in the knees. The latex outfit seemed to make his face look so very feminine that he had trouble picturing it on a boy, even before taking account of his huge chest and other assets...

He shook his head. His mind still felt a bit muddled and confused from his contact with the succubi's, it seemed to be fading, but the mental zap to his personal identity left him shaken, as had his actions within Cory's car. He was starting to worry that the succubi was doing something big to him, something more than just controlling his body and manipulating the pleasure he felt, or trapping him within a latex bimbo body, that something fundamental about his person was being altered at his core.

She knew what she was doing was a bit creepy, but she needed to know more about that girl. While she had lost sight of Cory and the strange girl when they drove out of the parking lot, Denise had spotted Cory at the main entrance a few minutes later. They shared first-period social studies, so when he went left instead of right in the main hall, she knew something was up. The man had such puppy dog eyes for the strange girl that Denise knew he was as lost in her as she wanted to be.

She could guess what was happening when he stepped into the stairwell, the outside door in there was only locked from the outside, and he had left the girl such a delightful hawt mess in his car. She ducked away from sight behind a corner. A part of her was a little unnerved at her fascination with this girl, warning herself that she was going to be tardy to class, that this whole thing was bizarre, but the rest of her mind smothered those worries away. Knowing that girl would be worth more than spending her final year with detention, that school was ultimately less important to the bond she wanted with her.

She peaked around the corner, catching Cory, letting go of the door, before leaning back against the wall. She pulled herself back to avoid being seen. She wanted to walk right in, but Cory seemed to be guarding the door, and she was worried about how causing a scene with him would make her look. She should let it go, find another time to introduce herself... but some part of her was concerned that as strangely as the girl had appeared, she would vanish, and Denise would never see her again. If she never saw that girl again... She couldn't let that happen; she had to see her now.