"Maybe, for the next two days, I could be your girlfriend?"

"Maybe, for the next two days, I could be your girlfriend?"

Allison is still looking straight into your eyes. You can tell she's confused, but you also see the beginnings of a hopeful smile on her face. "What do you mean?" she asks, cautiously.

Yes, what exactly do you mean by that? You hadn't really thought about it when you said it, it sort of just came out. On the one hand, it made a certain practical sort of sense: you're in a **** situation and, like it or not, Allison is probably the only one you can trust right now. It would definitely be risky to tell anyone else about your condition, since there's no telling how they would react to something so bizarre. Allison already believes you, and if you play your cards right, it definitely seems like she would be happy to climb in bed with this body. That way, you could satisfy your ever-growing arousal without any dangerous sperm involved - not to mention that experiencing lesbian sex firsthand would be pretty hot. Definitely a win-win!

But sitting here right now with Allison giving you that adoring look, trying to comfort you after she just came out as a lesbian... you don't want this for such selfish reasons. You want to do something for her. "Well, as long as I'm stuck... like this..." Allison giggles softly as you gesture towards your boobs "...I could be, like, a practice girlfriend for you. You know, we could go on a date, hang out, maybe do some... exploring..." You hardly even consciously notice that you're leaning in closer to her, and your right hand is creeping up her thigh. "... and you would be safe, because you wouldn't have to find someone else, or tell anyone else how you feel," you whisper into her ear, your left hand stroking her earlobe in a way that you hope is seductive. "and then you would know for sure, if you really wanted-mmmf"

You don't get any farther than that (which is probably for the best, you were running out of arguments) before Allison practically pounces on you, her lips pressed against yours. It's funny, as a boy, you were never all that into kissing. A good kiss could turn you on, of course, but it was mostly the anticipation of what might come after that got you hard. Now, though... now you find it impossible to think of anything coming after this kiss. In your mind, there is no after, nor any before. All you can think about, all you can feel is her lips against yours, her arms around you, her tongue dancing with yours. It feels as though you melt into one another, as if it would be impossible to distinguish where you end and she begins. Within moments your body is aching for more, and yet you still somehow feel you would be content like this forever.

At some point, though, Allison comes up for air. You realize that you're lying back on the couch now, her body on top of yours. She smiles down on you like the sun in springtime. "Thank you" she whispers softly, and you feel that the solemn gratitude in her voice right now would be worth any price. "Thank you so much for this, John" she adds, before frowning slightly and adding, in a somewhat playful tone, "but if you're going to be my girlfriend, I'm going to need something else to call you."