Jackson barges in....

"Alex, don't send your girlfriend to ruin my lays, not cool," Jackson said as he burst into the room as you were mesmerized by the mirror.

"Huh, what do you mean?" You asked your voice in a higher range than you were used to making you gasp and clasp your mouth. Even that changed!

"Whoa!" Jackson looked at you sitting on your bed, sweat-covered sheets laying around you, and your breasts and assets on full display.

"Uh, Jackson?" You ask seeing the look in his eyes. You slowly realize he thinks you are....

"He just went from one to the next. No wonder the bitch..." He cuts himself off.

You continue to look at him, as he eyes you up and down again. It makes you shiver as you realize what Jackson was wearing, just his red hearts and white boxers and a grey t-shirt that fit very snug to his abs and muscles. He must have barged back with what he could grab. Maybe he escaped the same fate Morgan gave you? But what you did notice was a growing bulge within his boxers as he looked at you. You realize your exposure and try to unsuccessfully cover yourself with your hands.

Jackson gives a shit-eating grin as he looks you in the eyes.

"Did Alex just leave you too? What's your name?"