You think you can see a road off in the distance...

You start trudging through the dirt towards what you hope is a road. When you reach it you find that it is a freeway that heads off into the distance in both directions. You're wondering if the cold will kill you before you can even find out what has been done to your body when you see a pair of headlights appear in the distance.

As it gets closer you see that it is a rather beaten-up red car and you can hear Britney Spears-ish music blaring from inside. You frantically wave at the car, hoping it will stop, only to see it pass you by. Your hopes are restored however when it screeches to a stop and then reverses back up to you. The passenger side window winds down and a blonde girl, who you reckon is about 20 and has a look on her face that would make a priest blush, pokes her head out. She has brown sensual eyes, her blonde hair wavy and reaching down to her shoulders, with red lipstick on lips that seem like they would be just as comfortable sucking on a cock as they are sucking on the cigarette between her lips. Behind her you can make out another woman in the driver’s seat, this one with darker hair, though it is too dark to make out anything more than her expression--like the blonde, the driver is eying you like the prize pig at a fair.

“What are you doing walking along here?” shouts the blonde, “Want a lift?”

You nod, already feeling relieved. You start walking towards the car before the blonde suddenly tells you to stop.

“Turn around,” she tells you, “we need to make sure you ain’t carrying weapons. Don’t want to pick up serial killers now, do we? Even if they are fine looking ones!”

You turn around slowly in the headlights, her last words ringing in your ears, only to glance over your shoulder and catch her leering at your butt.

“Hmm, that’s a fine piece of ass, ain’t it Cheryl?” the blonde asks her compatriot, who responds in an equally aggressive tone, “Well, it would be an ass I’d love to ride, even if he is a killer!”

“Whats your name, fine ass?” the blonde asks you.

“John,” you tell them, hoping they will let you into the car before it gets any colder.

“Well, John, I’m Sheila, and this is Cheryl. Now lift up your shirt and show us that you ain’t carrying anything under there!”

“Um, please, its rather cold,” you murmur.

“Sorry, but we need to make sure. Now come on, we could just leave you here, you know,” Sheila tells you in her rather slutty sounding voice. Sighing, you lift up your shirt, and realize that with all the strangeness lately you hadn’t had a chance to actually look at the changes the aliens had made.

“Wow, he’s certainly got it going for him!” Cheryl shouts, and Sheila leers at you in a not very pleasant way, the cheap makeup on her face making her look even more perverted and, well, cheap. “Get your ass in here, then, John, and we’ll give you a ride,” she says, in a voice that sends a chill down your spine. You're **** to climb into a car with these wild women, but since it seems like your only choice anyway you rush over and jump in the back.

Glad to be out of the cold, you try to ignore the stench of tobacco that hangs over the car and attempt to get comfortable in the backseat despite the holes and rubbish strewn all over it. Once you are in, you are able to get a look at the driver and the bodies of both of them. Although it is dark you are able to see that Cheryl is a raven haired girl about the same age as Sheila, with dark blue eyes and curly hair that reaches down to the top of her ample breasts, though she gives off the same slutty vibe as her friend. They are both wearing mini-skirts, with Sheila wearing a pink boob tube that shows off her cleavage while Cheryl’s is contained within a white tank top. They both have large hoop earrings and cheap makeup, and you think to yourself that they look like they just escaped from some trailer park. Once you are in the car they stop sizing you up long enough for Sheila to turn their pop music back up while Cheryl revs the car up and drives off down the freeway…