You see a "colleague"

Leaving the Seven-Eleven you notice a familiar face: it's Scuds from the overpass camp.

"Sup, Scuds?" You go in for a handshake.

"Hi, change pl- how do you know that name?"

"Scuds. It's fuckin' Craig."

I guess really do look like this chick.

"I woke up as this chick, man. She's hot as fuck." You say, cupping your breasts.

"What?"

"Scuds. It's Craig. You wanna see these ol' pups?"

You lift your shirt up, in the middle of the busy street.

"No shit. So you really in there?" He reaches towards your chest and you swat him away.

"Not here Scuds, let's a hit fuckin' alley or some shit."

You and Scuds go to the parking lot and you take your top off, revealing your busty young figure to Scuds' dirty hands. He gives a few squeezes of your tits.

"You wanna fuck?" Scuds asks.

"Hell no." You pull your top down. "I dunno what to do yet. She's fuckin' hot. I could get some sugar-daddy or some shit. I could get out of this fuckin' city."

"Bullshit. You wanna smoke some PCP? We gonna hit up the drainage pond near the overpass."