Talk to Jon

After getting over your initial uneasiness about being alone in the alley with a strange man, you breathe a sigh of relief. There is nothing threatening about the young man’s demeanor. Rather, he looks ****.

“Can you help me?” Jon asks again.

You had already observed that you felt not-quite-right after taking over Tabby’s body. It was as if something inside you was on the verge of breaking. Suddenly, you feel a rush of energy. Simultaneously, you feel a surge in your libido. As you approach the young man, you begin to imagine all the ways he might ask you to help him, and you feel a growing wetness between your legs at the thought.

“What’s wrong,” you ask.

He looks awkward and embarassed. He also looks adorable. He has the boy-next-door kind quality that you always imagined in yourself. At least, when you were a boy and not a Hispanic female sex worker.

“You were there when I got separated from my friends,” he says. “We’ve been planning this night out all week. Is there any chance you can get me inside?”

You can tell it is important to Jon.