Yes, reluctantly.

James was barely able to think in his panicked state, but even like this he realized that getting into a stranger's car was not the best idea. And while the man didn't look sleazy or dangerous, he had stopped his car to comment on a half-naked girl's legs. Looking down at his feet, tears still flowing freely and dripping onto the sidewalk, James noticed for the first time how much his feet hurt. He had to have walked farther than he realized, one of his toes was even bleeding! But still, he'd rather walk his feet bloody than be r--ra... he didn't even dare think it.

"Listen, a hot girl like you shouldn't die of an overdose," the man continued. Offering James his phone, he said: "Here. You take my phone, get 911 on speed call, and if I try anything, you call them."

"B-but I could just c-call 911 and get an ambulance..." James stammered between loud sniffles.

"They'll take a while to get here, and with overdoses, you need to be quick. I know what I'm talking about, my buddy Roland killed himself with heroin. Let me help you, damnit!"

The genuine concern in the man's voice finally convinced James. Taking the offered phone, he got into the back of the care, buckling in and shuddering uncomfortably as the seatbelt slipped between his tits. They felt so huge and heavy on his chest! Gripping the driver's phone tightly, he began crying in earnest again, barely noticing as the car started moving.

"Hey, uh, wanna tell me your name? I'm Don," the man said, apparently trying to divert James' attention from whatever was upsetting him.

"J-Jame--ee," James got out between sobs, his name mangled by a sudden hiccup, unable to calm down as his mind raced with the consequences his transformation would bring.

"Alright, Jamie, can you tell me exactly what you've taken?" Don asked calmly. "It'll be important in the hospital."

"I d-don't knooow! They w-were supposed t-to be all n-natural, I got them o-off the internet!"

"Okay, that narrows it down," Don smiled, even though James could only hear as much, his vision completely blurred by tears. He kept sniffling and wiping his eyes with his free hand. Don tried several times to initiate a conversation to distract 'Jamie' from what he assumed was a bad trip, but the newly minted girl was much to preoccupied with the fact that his whole body felt so alien to him - soft and moving in all the wrong places when the car hit a bump in the road, his butt felt too big on the back seat... James tried to talk with Don, get his mind off things, but the sound of his high-pitched voice only served to make matters worse.

But luckily, the car ride was over soon and Don parked the car - in front of the hospital, James could tell even through the tears. Relief flooded him; soon he'd get help! Getting out and opening the door for James, he helped the still weeping guy turned gal out and said:

"Come on, I'll take you inside. Can't have a hot piece of ass like yourself die on me, right?"

Hearing himself referred to with such a disrespectful name opened the floodgates for James anew, and he began bawling again. Tears streaming down his face, James felt Don's big hand take him by the shoulder to guide him into the ER.