Send Shannon's ass pic to your own phone

You choose the second photo you took, that doesn’t have Shannon’s face in it, and send it to your own phone with a message: “call me right now”. If that doesn’t get his attention, nothing will. You pace around the bathroom. Come on, come one.

Finally, he replies with a message: “One sec.” The fucking nerve, you could slap him. No, punch him! You might be in a girl’s body but you’re still a man. You have to get out of Shannon before it messes with your head, turns you gay or something.

Shannon’s phone rings. This time, the music is much softer. He - you - must have gone outside.

“Hello? Who is this? That’s you in the picture, right?” Your voice comes through the phone, sounding a little drunk, but the audio is clear. You hold back a shout of triumph and think. You have to choose your words carefully to get some answers.

“This is Sam. You probably don’t know me. Do you know where you are now?”

“Whoa, that’s crazy, my name is Sam, too! You’re right, I don’t know you. I’d remember a girl like you,” he laughs, “I’m at my house. Where are you?” What is this guy doing? He’s using your name? He knows it’s your fraternity house? Did he research you? You thought you got your shit together quickly after waking up in Shannon, but this guy is something else. Maybe he’s done it before.

“Okay, then what’s your middle name?” You ask. This guy can’t really be you, when you’re in Shannon.

“Hey, I asked you a question!” He’s joking around in your voice, the way you would normally joke around with a girl on the phone. It’s fucking irritating. You can’t take it any more.

“I’m at a bar. I don’t know which one,” you reply. “So you’re really Sam?” you add, sarcastically.

“Yeah, I’m really Sam!” he says. You know he just got a blowjob, but he doesn’t have to sound so fucking cheerful!