Look for Help

You decide to head for the library. You’re not sure you can face evil Taylor and you’re sure you can’t face Wyatt.

All you think about is his long thick cock. You try to walk faster and think of something else. As you near the library you spot a little Christian store. You step inside.

Amidst the crosses and bibles it’s hard to think of Wyatt’s cock.

You spot a little gold cross. You wonder if god really is dead or if it might help you slow your transformation. You walk up to the elderly shopkeep.

“Can I try that on?”

“Of course.”

He pulls it out and hands it to you. You slip it around your neck. It is painfully uncomfortable. You aren’t sure what that means, theologically speaking, but you bet it will help slow your transformation.

“How much?”

“You look like you need it, dear. Ten dollars.”

You pay him and resume your journey to the library. You make a beeline for the occult section. You begin looking at books. Most of them are utterly ridiculous. You pull out one that looks promising and turn.

You nearly run into Taylor.

“There’s our little cock tease.”

“Taylor.”

She notices the cross dangling from your neck.

“Little late for deathbed conversion, isn’t it? You’re literally one of the Devil’s handmaidens.”

“Taylor…”

“Just give it up, Maya. You’re going to love being a demon.”

You sigh and touch her forehead. The cross around your neck sizzles. You move to rip it off. Taylor grabs your hand.

“Don’t. If you do you’ll turn.”

“Thank god. You’re back, Taylor.”

“I never left, Maya. Only now my personality is a reflection of yours.”

A bespectacled young man, with dark hair and feminine features walks toward you.

“You know the books you’re really looking for are in the reserved section.”

Your ears perk up.

“What did you say?”

“There’s a section of antique books. Chances are you’ll find what you want.”

“Thank you! Where are they?”

He points in back.