"Are you sure he's alright?!" Mr. Turner asked the doctor, Mrs. Little, who was an oddity in the facility given that she was a normal human.
She nodded. "The changes just accelerated out of the blue. We managed to pinpoint the cause, so don't worry I don't believe there's anything more to worry about as long as Sam doesn't have sex again."
Candi, who had also joined given the matter involved one of her charges, bit her lip. She had changed out of the previous clothes, citing the room temperature within the facility as the reason. She was now wearing a pair of jean shorts and plain pure black tank top. Not anything fashionable, but she practically oozed sex appeal. It would've made it harder for Mr. Turner to focus, if he wasn't already worried for his son. "But you don't know what'll happen if the two happen to have sex again right?"
"Not exactly," Mrs. Little replied. "We know that it might cause a complication in their transformation. Constantly accelerating their changes make it easier for something to go wrong."
Candi folded her arms under her breasts. "I would assume that you've told Sam all of this," she said, accusingly.
Mrs. Little nodded. "We'll be telling him after lunch." She turned to Mr. Turner. "Don't worry, we'll take care of him. He might finish his change before the end of the week unlike you but we'll still keep him for the same amount of time for you."
Mr. Turner remained skeptical. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded. "Now, to change the subject, you haven't been to your dorm room yet. Your roommate for the week is waiting for you."
Mr. Turner's stomach sunk, but he sat up. "Yes of course." he said with a nod.
"And, Candi," the doctor said, turning to the succubus. "I'll be sending you the details on their transformations." She hesitated. "You can understand the forms I'll be sending correct?"
Candi stomped her foot indignantly. "I'm a slut, not a bimbo," she snapped.
Mr. Turner just backed away as fast as he could. He had gotten the information he wanted. Sam was alright. He was already done with the work for his boss, so he figured that he now had the time to meet his roommate and have dinner.
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Mr. Turner's roommate was an interesting fellow.
His name was Dominic, and he was a police officer working in Harlem. He was unmarried and apparently just out of police academy, but had gotten the unfortunate news that he was turning into something called a dullahan. Not only that he was turning into a female dullahan.
"Still," Dominic said rubbing his neck. "I'm absolutely terrified."
Mr. Turner couldn't hide his curiosity. "So, your head is just… going to fall off?"
Dominic shrugged. "I guess?" he replied, uncertainly, before pointing to a stack of papers sitting on a nearby dresser. "I don't have a personal counselor like you, so just gave me a bunch of information on what'll happen to me." He shook his head. "Real confusing stuff. It said that the body and head can be considered two different entities but are also the same entity? Like what does that even mean?!"
Mr. Turner just shrugged.
"So how about you?" Dominic asked. "How much has this ruined your life?"
"I don't think it has," Mr. Turner. "I don't think anything'll change. I'll still have my job and my son."
Dominic rolled his eyes. "You're being optimistic," he said. "But you do you I guess." He glanced at the time and stood up. "Imma grab a bite to eat. You coming?"
Mr. Turner held up a hand. "I'm fine. I already ate."
Dominic just shrugged. "Suit yourself." He left the room they would be sharing for a week.
It gave Mr. Turner some quiet time to just think, but after a few seconds he felt himself beginning to doze off. A minute later, he was fast asleep. It was the first time he had been able to go to sleep anytime before 4 AM.