Tell him the truth

It was a risk, but you decided to open up to Karl. You sat back in the seat, struggling to ignore the horny fog in your brain and speak simply. Karl and distractingly good.

"Actually Karl, things have been totally weird for me lately, ever since I moved here from the coast..."

You opened up about what had been going on with you, but kept a few things back. In the version you told him, you and Aimee had just kissed a lot, rather than... what had actually happened. You also left names out entirely, keeping Aimee your sexy little sapphic secret.

You kept the descriptions of your dreams vague too (your own memories were fuzzy there) but he seemed to perk up when you mentioned them just the same. Your mention of that weird voice in your head caught his interest, too.

Karl didn't interrupt you until you described your morning. "None of your bras fit?" He was looking intently at your chest, which was good because you were blushing intensely by then. Reliving everything, thinking about it all, was really turning you on.

*It really is kind of hot, what you're going through...* the voice said.

You had to clear your throat before answering him, "Just the new one, but it was a different size." He nodded thoughtfully, then let you continue the rest of your story, speaking only at the end.

"Have you seen a doctor about it?" He finally asked, as you'd finished.

"Not yet, I think I'm going to have to today or tomorrow. A phycologist, at least. If I can afford it." You were a bit worried about that; money was a little tight before you moved, and you'd never been to a physiatrist before. Plus, you'd spent so much shopping with Aimee...

*Buying all those sexy things...*

Karl snorted, "Hey, let me make a couple of calls. We can get you to a decent doctor who can figure out what's going on." He reached out, resting a hand over yours on the center console. "We'll get you sorted, Stephanie."

You met his eyes, and found your vision blurred by sudden tears. It felt good to have somebody else on your side. Aimee and now Karl both knew what you were going through. You'd tell Greg. He'd be able to help, too.

"Thanks Karl," you started, "I was a little worried that you would fire me, since I might be going crazy or something, you know? Hearing voices, having these..." You trailed off. If you said 'Desires' then you would kiss him, and then... You were breathing too quickly, and leaned away, relaxing into your chair. "Just thanks."

Karl pulled out his phone and dialed, then spoke. "Hey, this is Karl Joseph. Is Doctor Singh in? No problem."

He turned to you, pantomiming a hold, and whispered, "Just a sec, Stephanie."

"Hey there CJ, Karl here. Have you got any openings today? ...Yeah? That's great. Can you book a 'Stefi Ryder' for that? Her hiring papers should be in by now, so you can find her file on the Ameranth account. ...Yeah, I think so. ...Thanks CJ, see you soon."

The whole conversation was over in less than a minute, and he turned to you smiling. "We've got an appointment in half an hour, that okay? He'll put it on the company account."

You looked back at his grin, stunned. "...Just like that? Uh... Sure!" You'd assumed that you'd have to wait at least a few days to see somebody about your symptoms, but this was fantastic! Impulsively you leaned over and hugged him, then sighed as your chest pressed against his. You were *way* too sensitive right now. "Thank you," you finished awkwardly.

Karl shrugged as he started the car, "Hey, it's the least I could do."

You were struggling internally on multiple levels. Part of you wanted to kiss Karl, to thank him for everything he was doing to help you. Part of you was just a little suspicious that he'd managed an appointment so quickly for you. Mostly though, you were just horny, and the car was still spinning around you...