The woman from the street

James immediately and instinctually recoiled and scurried away, turning to see the figure in front of him. He was surprised to see the same platinum blonde hair, serene, porcelain face and varicoloured eyes staring down at him with the same vacant stare that quickly turned into a grin.

"Hello James," she almost whispered.

It was then that James realised she was stark naked. Her breasts were full with nipples that pointed up slightly, above a toned stomach and endless legs.

"What the-" James began. "What on-"

He took a breath. The questions were coming too quick for him to hold onto them. Fortunately for him, she broke the silence.

"Don't fret James," she spoke a little louder now. "I'm here to help you."

Okay, there's a question thread I can follow. He thought.

"Help? Why do you want to help me? How are you supposed to help me? What do I need help with?"

Calm down. Don't overdo it!

"Well, when I met you, you seemed a little, how shall I say, out of sorts? I thought I could help you get your head straight. I followed you the entire morning."

Woah! Stalker-alert!

"You followed me? Why?"

"Like I say, I wanted to help you. I can't exactly explain why. I'm...well, creatures like me...we act on impulse a lot."

What the hell did she mean, "creatures like me"?

"First of all," she went on. "You need to understand, no matter what that idiot girl Natasha says, you are no freak. I've met a lot of them, and believe me, you are very, very different."

"You heard mine and Natasha's argument, then?"

"Oh yes!" she smiled at him for the first time. No wait, had she smiled before? He couldn't remember. "I found your sexual preferences...well, it doesn't matter what I think. What matters is what you think! So, I decided I would help you. I have, shall we say arranged for the world to be modified for you. Don't ask me how as I'm afraid your tiny, feeble mind couldn't comprehend the complexities of a being such as me."

Ouch.

"Just know," she continued. "What do they say in the movies? Your wish was my desire! I have changed things so that your fantasy is now deemed completely normal! It's deemed less as something that should only happen between married couples in private and more a social activity shared between anyone whenever they choose!"

"Bullshit!" James shouted. "More likely I bashed my head and this is all a side-effect from the MRI!"

She chuckled, "Perhaps. I can see it is going to be difficult to help convince you. Humans are so mistrusting after all. May I ask you to take my hands for a moment? No need to be alarmed, but I can help prove this is all completely accurate."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"By showing you my account of things. It shouldn't take too long, but rest assured it will clear up any doubt!"

James looked at her outstretched arms. This was all complete lunacy. However, there was something about this girl. He couldn't get his head around her. She was both beautiful and horrifying. Soft yet harsh. In the years to come, he couldn't quite tell you why he did it, but he reached out his hands to meet hers, and their fingers intertwined. She pulled him in and their lips met, tongues crashing against one another. James opened his eyes for a moment, and saw her piercing eyes gazing back at him, and suddenly his head was filled with a buzzing so loud, he felt he had to hold his head to keep it from exploding. He felt her breath on his neck as he quickly succumbed to unconsciousness.