Jerry is what one could call, a people pleaser. He's friends with the Goth kids to the buffiest hero champions of the University. Ironically, he doesn't have a close circle of friends despite being well acquainted with everybody. He jumps from cliques to cliques and being superficially friends with everyone. It's sad really.
On my way home, I met some of Jerry's friends. Most of them said their greetings but nothing beyond that. Not like Gray or Kyle who would invite me to some coffee downtown and talk for hours. By the time I reached my dorm, I well exhausted beyond relief. I laid down the grocery I bought with Jerry's money and headed for the bathroom.
Diane's spores are still circulating within my system. It's only thanks to my powers that I'm still awake right now. I undressed Jerry's blue jersey and let myself cool down on his white undershirt. Despite being a tad bit brown, Jerry's face is so pale from the drugs. I washed his face to give it some color and when I looked back at my reflection, it did some help. Come to think of it, I've never seen Jerry this close before. In my opinion, he's not that handsome nor cute. But he has flair around him. His nose is soft and buttoned and it complemented his prominent brown eyes. His other key characteristic is how bold and dark his eyebrows are. I ran my fingers through them and felt how thick they are.
On the bottom department, Jerry is a bit built on the muscles. He plays baseball so it's normal for his arms and thighs to be this dense. I flexed my muscles but found that his muscles don't protrude that much. When I bent my arms, a pungent smell came out from my armpits. I remembered that when I possessed Jerry, I was drenched with sweat and spores. I took a closer sniff and a kick of miasma hit me in the lungs.
"Augh!" I retched. I expected that musks would be erotic or something but not this. I need to take a shower.