What the hell indeed.

Clipping along in high heels and a business suit is an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Vibrant blond curls cascade to her shoulders and her sky-blue eyes shine. Her jacket is slightly open to reveal the tiniest bit of cleavage, though she obviously has quite a lot more hidden by a few strained buttons. Her skirt is pushing it for a business suit, settling at mid thigh and slightly riding up whenever she took too long a stride. She turned heads up and down the street yet seemed completely oblivious, calmly talking into her phone as she brushed past the line at a hotdog stand. You could tell that was what everyone else saw, considering there were no screams, but for you the image was quite different.

Overlaid across the image of a beautiful woman (or rather beneath it) was a demon. It was still sexy as hell but the shock was currently keeping your libido in check. She was completely naked, her purplish skin darkened near her nipples and sex. A long, barbed tail curled restlessly up and down her shapely human looking legs. Unnaturally blue eyes, slit like a cats, examined the street with a predators gaze. You just barely got control of yourself as she caught you with her eyes, suppressing the shock and hoping you look innocently embarrassed as you glance away.

Walking down the street you only dare to glance back after you've put some distance between you and the she-devil. She's eating her hotdog, drawing even more stares as she seems to take unnecessarily... lingering bites. Almost like she's sucking on it. You can feel lust boiling up from your groin but the bizarreness of the double-image is enough to keep you focused. For now.

You take a seat on a bench and discreetly observe the seemingly oblivious sex-fiend eat her hotdog (very slowly) before she daintily wipes her mouth with a napkin and sashays back to her building, still ignoring the lustful stares. You let out a breath as she goes out of sight. You didn't even feel the lustful haze over your mind until it dissipates, leaving your thoughts clear and in-focus. Looking around, you see most other people on the street give their head a shake, minds clearing and continuing on their way, completely unaware of the true nature of the woman. Unless it was you who was hallucinating.

This is insane! You have to figure all this out before it legitimately drives you crazy. Your eyes narrow and you start examining the people on the street with closer scrutiny. What if there were others? If there was one there must be more right? Lingering echoes of lust fill your mind and you shake your head to try and clear it. Why was this even effecting you, you weren't gay!

Actually, that's a good point. Was your interest a product of your dick or some kind of aura around the demon? You'd always thought you were straight and you think you still are. I mean it's just a physical change right? Right?