She needs a new name.

You text Samantha who asks you to meet her downtown. You drive down as quickly as you can, your stomach in knots as you imagine what kind of recriminations she has in store for you. You wonder what Herculean task she will set before you, and hope it's only slightly less awful than scooping up holy horse shit.

You meet her at a cute cozy cafe and you feel a pang of guilt when you can't stop staring. She's wearing a simple breezy blouse and yoga pants and she looks so confident and cool that you wish she could fix your life instead of the other way around. You bite your tongue and buy her a coffee, you are shocked at how simple her request is. "I need a new name. I don't want to be Sam anymore and I sure as fuck don't want to be called Samantha. God, can you imagine what the catty cunts at the SJC would say if I introduced myself as Samantha?"

"Wow! All you need is a new name? I mean of course I'll help anyway I can, but why would they make fun of you at the SJC? Is that like a Sex and the City reference?" You realize the moment the words leave your lips that you must have said something spectacularly stupid. You wish you knew what caused Samantha to stare at you like literal shit was falling out of your mouth, but it takes her a minute to compose herself enough to respond.

Samantha finally says, "You don't...whoo boy. You are going to help all us poor bimbois and you don't even know that the SJC stands for the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs?! The preeminent resource for bimbois with no place to go?! What...did you really think I called the asshole who infected me as a party game to ask you to brainstorm names with me?! I need a legal name change, moron. The SJC can help me, but they give priority status to people that were manipulated or involuntarily infected. To do that, I need a statement from you or Slade accepting responsibility. Obviously, Slade said no, because he doesn't want to end up on the registry of predatory infectors, but I was hoping you would help me, and all the other bimbois by stepping up and taking responsibility so we can all benefit from the best the foundation has to offer."

You are floored. First off, you didn't know there was a Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs! It should make your efforts to help the people you infected a lot easier, but, as usual, there is a catch. If you accept responsiblity, you will almost certainly be labeled a predator, and who knows what that will entail. Then again, if you don't step up, you are making it that much more difficult for your victims to get help.