"Yes"

Elle greets your response with a proud smile. Carrie reacts with an exhausted smile.

Then you and the girls clean off in the shower and jump into bed for the night - all three of you, still naked, your minds still filled with thoughts of what you've become.

The sensation is amazing, squeezed into a bed with two lovely nude girls, one on either side of you.

___

The next day you upload the video. Knowing that it's suddenly out there for everyone to see is an odd feeling. Of course, it's a feeling that millions of Americans are having. How very strange.

Then you wait. You wait for there to be consequences.

A week passes. None come.

Two weeks. Nothing.

You see a few of your co-workers smile at you. You wonder if that means they've seen it. Would they even know who your girlfriend is? Would they know who to search for?

As time passes, life goes back to normal - well, sort of. As normal as things can be in President Hardcore's ever changing America. As expected, nudity and porn are getting more and more common on TV. And other restrictions get lifted, like who can sell adult merchandise. Dildos and vibrators can now be found at Target and Walmart.

And then there's Carrie. She seems to return to normal, but maybe not. You notice her dressing a little more sexy lately, wearing a bra less frequently, wearing tighter clothes, shorter skirts.

But in terms of repercussions from your video, things seem to be progressing just fine. Until the day the man in the suit and dark sunglasses shows up at your door.

___

He holds up a tablet with the video of Carrie and Elle on it. He speaks seriously. "Sir, are you responsible for this submission to our database?"

You feel a sense of dread in your gut. Is there any point to denying it? You nod. "Yes."

Then the man smiles. He smiles. "Your President is very impressed with you. And he'd like your help." This is strange. It's surreal. You're being commended? That can't be right. The man takes off his glasses. His eyes seem kind, or at least honest. "May I come in?"