Take the car and go to Central City

You realize you have to get some help, and the most promising place is Dr. Hotstetter in Central City. That’s why you took over Cara’s body in the first place, isn’t it? You hadn’t really planned to use her just to have a sex romp with TC — you’re not that kind of devious person.

Or are you? You look back over the past 24 hours, and you can’t believe the things you have done. You are really a good guy — quiet, unassuming... It seems impossible that you could have **** a guy, hacked several bodies, gotten a girl drunk, used people’s bodies for sex without their consent — what the fuck is happening to you?

“It’s all the stress of this freaky mind bender thing,” you tell yourself. “Anyone would freak. I’ve got it under control now, though.”

One more look at Cara’s sleeping form on the sofa, though, and you wonder if it is true. Without even being conscious of it, you reach between your legs and grab and rub your cock through your boxer briefs, and you remember how it felt when you occupied her body and felt this magnificent thing impaling you. “I bet it would be amazing to fuck her right now,” you say.

You abruptly stop and shake your head. “Did I just say that out loud? Get a grip, man!”

You go to the bathroom and splash cold water on your face. Then, locating TC’s clothes, you get dressed. You grab his car keys off a table and begin to head out the door, when you think again about Cara. Here she is, alone in this cabin... What will she do when she wakes up and sees TC is gone?

You realize there are plenty of supplies available, so you grab a piece of paper and write, “Went to town on an errand. I will be back shortly. You are amazing!” You sign TC’s name, and only after it is done do you realize it is all in your handwriting. You hope Cara is unfamiliar with the way TC writes that it won’t be a problem. When Cara wakes up, she will see the note and not panic. By then, you will hopefully be at Hotstetter’s and will be able to release TC to return to Cara — probably confused as hell, but still able to take advantage of some alone time with that gorgeous, sexy creature.

You realize you are getting horned up again and **** yourself to leave the cabin, get in TC’s car, and drive away.

As you make your way to the interstate, you try to develop a plan. What are you going to say to Hotstetter? How do you know he isn’t part of the conspiracy with Burbank and the others? How do you even know he can help you in the first place?

Maybe you should have come here in your own body. You wonder what is happening to it right now, and the thought fills you with inexplicable concern.

Maybe you should have come here in Cara’s body. She might appear less threatening to the scientist than this black, muscular athlete, whose body you inhabit now.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a yellow light on your dashboard. It is the low gas indicator. Of course it is! Nothing is simple today. Fortunately you are approaching an exit ramp with a gas station. You look at the clock and hope it is open at nearly 1:00 in the morning.

You pull into the gas station, relieved to find it open, but when you reach for your wallet, you can’t find it. It never occurred to you to grab TC’s wallet, and it’s probably still back at the cabin.

You look toward the window of the gas station, and it looks like it is fairly empty. You take a deep breath and try to think how you are going to handle this.