Of course not, you merely never realized how perfect Indy is for you till right this second

Sully reaches out for you. “No!” But Indy’s still grabbing his hard-on, and it slows him down.

The transfer hits you all at once like a physical **** - you stagger backward into the chair, knocking it over, and keep going till you smack back into the wall. A torrent of warmth, heat, and desire flood into your body greater than anything you’ve ever known. Binding emotion surges into you, filling an empty hole in your chest to overflowing that you never even knew was there.

“Fuck!” you gasp. Your body heats, your heart pounds, your cock swells.

“What did you do…?” rasps Sully, doubling over and hugging his stomach like he's just been punched in the gut. His dick slips from Indy’s hands, rapidly softening and shrinking.

Indy hugs his back. “Hold on baby, it's all part of the transplant!”

Suddenly, seeing Indy, naked, touching Sully, also naked, even just to comfort him, makes you irrationally furious. It was merely voyeuristically thrilling before, and a power trip, but now foreign jealousy rises in you like an irresistible tide, drowning out everything else.

Indy is twice as beautiful as she was before - more than any woman you've ever seen, they're all shadows compared ot her - probably because you added Sully's feelings rather than swapping them out, sure, but right now all you can think about is how radiant, how sexy, how desirable Indigo truly is. Oh fuck she's hot, but it's more than that.

You’ve never felt so strongly about a woman before. It’s amazing, it’s excruciating, it’s wonderful! Indigo - you love her with everything you are, don't you? You'd do anything for him!. What kind of life were you living before you met her? Before you felt this way about her? You were just drifting through life, and now it's like the sun has risen. Where you're going no longer matters, so long as Indy's by your side.

Somewhere in front of you, the world continues to exist.

Sully recovers enough to look up at Indigo, a twisted grimace on his face. “Shit. So this is what perspective feels like.” He manages a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach anywhere further. None of his former dedication or passion for the black girl shows in his eyes. “I see how it is now, Indy. I was being pretty selfish, huh? I was so caught up in my head, in my feelings, I never really stopped to think about yours. Only mine.”

Indy's face lights up. “Oh my god. Chase, whatever you did, I think it’s working!”

But you're not paying attention because, ugh, Sully! The nerve he's had! Hoarding Indy all to himself for the past year and a half. Taking Indy for granted, pawing at her, complaining about all her faults to you in secret - what an asshole. What does he have that you don’t? What did Indy ever see in him?

She'd be better off with anybody other than Sullivan of all people. They're total opposites

Sully's a good guy, he is your best friend, but he's a meathead. He lacks sophistication, class, and subtlety. You, you’re smart, you're charming, you're creative - and now you have infinite power. Indy can have you now. Things will finally be right. They'll both be better off when you finish fixing this for good.

You forget your discomfort. You need to push on. To end this, for Indigo’s sake. Sully was never going to make her happy - you’re the one she needs. How could he have been so blind? How could you have missed it?

"He finally gets it," says Indy, tears in her eyes as she rubs Sully's strong, broad back. "I didn't think he ever would, but -"

“I’m not done yet,” you warn her. You can't let Indy shed one more tear on Sully's behalf. “This is the tough part now. Sully, I’m cutting you from your role in your relationship with Indigo.”

Sully smiles ruefully at himself. “Oof. Fair enough, I guess," he says. "Wasn't going too hot anyway, I suppose."

Indigo, though, is left confused. “Wait. So now I’m dating… nobody?” she asks. “I don’t understand. I thought you were fixing our relationship?” She reaches for Sully, seeking familiar comfort.

Sully chuckles, though he's a bit irritated by how close she's trying to stay to him. He keeps her at arm's length. “Slow down, Indy. Look, don’t touch."

Her head spins. “But… if you’re not my boyfriend…”

“Sully,” you say, nodding curtly to your friend, “thanks for the help. You can go now, you're done here.” You still love the guy, but you'd be happy if you didn't see his face again for a few days. You know it's not really his fault, but geeze. Him and Indy? Seriously?

Your friend takes the dismissal impressively well. He cheerily removes Indy from himself and gives you a respectful nod. “Thanks for the help, man," he says, maintaining a perfect air of detachment from the situation as he gathers his clothes. "I can’t believe I was thinking about settling down with some chick straight out of high school. I’m going to college next year on a football scholarship, imagine all the parties I’d miss out on! The world of women would be a darker place without me in it, for real." He shoots you a wave. "Let me know how it goes with the relationship thing.”

Distressed by this turn of events, Indy looks between the two of you in disbelief. “Wait, is that it?”

"Looks like it," says Sully with a laugh, jumping into his jeans one leg at a time. "Unless Chase plugs me back into the relationship or gives my feelings back, which, knowing him, don't count on it. You do you, big guy."

Indigo, in all her undisguised beauty, tries to stop Sully from leaving, but he easily shrugs her off. The guy tackles 200-pound linebackers every day, and Indy can't compete. Neither is he in the least bit fazed by her nudity. Any other red-blooded male would at least sneak an extra peek for old-time's sake, but oh, not Sully. He exhibits zero interest in the former love of his life who was tugging on his dick not five minutes ago.

Sully halts at the door to button his shirt back up. “Turn the frown upside down, Indy. Chase is on the case - and you’re his friend too, aren’t you?” he says, giving her a superficial smile more for her sake than his.“ So, you know he's a good dude. He’ll make sure the relationship workshop thing turns out right. Now.. if you’ll excuse me, tonight’s my last best chance to get lucky with one of our fine female classmates."

Then like that, Sully’s out the door. He's not gone before you hear one last remark of him as he heads back downstairs. "To think I went for a black girl. And here I thought I was into blondes..."

You and Indigo are left alone, just as planned. Your heart leaps in your chest - now you and she can finally be together.

But Indy shivers at the still-open door, tears streaming down her face. “This isn’t how I thought it’d be.”

You walk up behind her and close the door. Then, taking her bare shoulders in your hands - she stiffens at the contact - you caress her arms reassuringly. “That’s because it’s going to be even better."

When you don't pull away, Indy flinches back herself. “Get off me, Chase!” She tries to cover up again.

You smack your head. “Right. Need to finish the operation first.” You square off against the attractive black girl. “Indigo, I’m assigning myself the role Sully used to play in your relationship.”

She stops, eyes wide in realization. “No. You’re my boyfriend now? You’re the transplant?”

“I sure am,” you say proudly, reaching in and taking Indy’s waist in hand. You bring her in and kiss her deeply.

It’s like kissing a stone. Indy doesn’t even part lips. She endures the kiss, then dodges out of your grip to head for her clothes.

You feel a painful twinge in your chest. “Wait, what are you doing? We’re together now.”

Indy gives you the cold shoulder as she slips on her panties, a cute lacy little green thing, back to you. “I was already planning on breaking up with Sully, Chase,” she says. “You just made my job that much easier.”

You can't believe your ears. “What?”

“I liked Sully," says Indy, tearing up again as she buttons up her bra. "A lot. And you’re his best friend. That’s why we were friends before, too. But if he doesn’t care about me anymore... not even as a friend... why should I care about you? Even if you are my boyfriend instead of Sully, apparently you’re a dick who doesn’t care about my feelings either. Except, you’re half the man Sully is, and you're a manipulative asshole to boot." She slips on her dress and brusquely works the zipper up her back. "Dumping an asshole like you's got to be the easiest decision I ever made.”

No, Indy doesn’t know what she’s saying. Sully had her wrapped around his finger so tight, she's not thinking straight. Is she?