Yes

Dylan starts to talk to you about some of the theory behind hypnosis and "magic". It seems like he takes this stuff fairly seriously, not that you're really paying attention. You eyes keep glancing over and looking over his body. Was he always that good looking? Your body seems to think so given the increasing heat coming from between your legs. Wait you shouldn't be thinking like this, this is dangerous, especially given how fertile you've become.

As your brain grapples with its newfound attraction to the nerdy kid occupying your room, your phone lights up and starts ringing. A glance confirms it, the same number that dialed you this morning, and that same cheerful, unnerving voice proceeds to relish in your current predicament.

"Well, you really did get yourself into a pickle here didn't you? Not only do you get turned into a total cutie, but then you go and get yourself hypnotized too! Not to mention it's with that guy of all people, your quest to not get knocked up got a whole lot harder. Have fun learning what that kid wants to do to you."

Before you can even issue a proper retort, or demand to be changed back the line goes dead. Hypnotized? What was that voice talking about, Dylan's trick didn't work, hypnosis was for scam artists. Not to mention, Dylan was too much of a nerd to really make a move on a girl. Though if he did make a move on you, you'd probably say yes, he is kinda irresistible. Whoah, Dylan....irresistible? What's going on with your head, he's a nerd, and you're trying to stay away from cocks, but Dylan's is probably pretty big.

"Tiffany, you paying attention? Who was that?"

Dylan's voice breaks your internal concentration, right, you told him your name was Tiffany. You really chose a ditzy name didn't you. "Uhh, it was just John saying they were gonna be later than expected."

"Oh really? In that case lets go hang out at my house then, I can show you some more tricks and a few other things."

Well thats certainly not gonna happen. Spending more time with a hot guy doesn't sound like it's exactly protecting your chastity. You smile and give him your response, intending to stop this idea right off the bat.

"Sure, sounds like a lot of fun!"

Wait, you were supposed to say no. You start to follow Dylan out to his car, what are you doing?! This is bad. Your brain keeps screaming at you stop this, but your body doesn't seem to be listening much.

You begin to drive towards Dylan's home, he turns towards you...