Give her the dose.

In as much as I enjoyed eating the bitch out...she was still the same bitch who tormented me because she couldn't come to terms with her own dyke-ness. That was the one thing I hated more then anything else. There's being homophobic, then there's being homophobic but only because you're afraid that others will know you're a homo yourself. That all said, I still had my experiment to try out. I crawled back up to her face.

She moaned softly. "S...Sally...why'd you stop?" she mumbled in that sleep talking sort of way. I inhaled and blew another dose into her face. In less then a second, I found myself thrown off the bed. Sarah was thrashing...thrashing and cumming from what I could tell. "Oh GOD! Oh fuck! Fuck me! S...Sally, I...I can't stop cumming!" she wailed. "I'm cumming so hard! OH FUCK!" "Oh fuck," I mumbled, but not for the same reason she was saying it. She was going to attract attention. I jumped out the window and fled.

I found myself going home. I had no watch, but I think dawn would be coming soon and I was getting tired. Slipping into my bed at home, I made one last mental note: Overdose a guy next time. I wanted to see him mess up his sheets. It never occurred to me at the time to pray I didn't look the way I did right then when I woke up.

Thankfully, that wasn't an issue. When I woke up that morning, my skin was the same pale white it's always been. If it wasn't for my naked state and the taste of pussy in my mouth, I'd have discounted the whole thing as a dream. Regardless, I felt fantastic. Full of energy. Humming to myself, I got dressed and went downstairs to eat. I didn't have school that day, so I was free as a bird. Grabbing a bowl of cereal, I sat in front of the TV and took a bite...just before spitting it out in disgust.

It tasted AWFUL! Grumbling in annoyance, I went back into the kitchen and poured it all down the sink. I got a toaster pastrey instead...but that tasted awful too. Suddenly it occurred to me what was wrong. ...everything tasted bad. I may have looked normal, but my taste buds hadn't changed back! ...but...it was okay. I wasn't hungry at all. I had just decided to eat out of habit. ...this was going to cause problems at dinner, I could tell. "Oh no thanks, Mom. I can't eat any chicken today. I've drank so much pussy juice last night, I'm ready to pop!" ...yeah, that wasn't going to float well with her.