Admittedly, tasting strange space things is a bad idea, but it worked out for me... as you can see.
Oh, right, so I was in the hospital, I had been knocked out after coming into contact with a strange substance oozing from a rock. I came to and found myself in a hospital room. An orderly or nurse or whatever happened to be taking my vitals as I came to. Being an unconscious 15 year old, is a good way to get admitted into the hospital.
So anyway, this guy was clearly stacked. Being 15 and in the bowels of puberty, dealing with acne and everything else that comes with becoming a man, I noticed this guy was handsome... In the sense that he must pull as much tail as he wants, not like, I wanted him. I mean, you have to be a 9+ to look anywhere decent in scrubs and he was enviable.
But in realizing I woke up, he asked me a million questions from, am I doing drugs, to is anyone touching me in my naughty place... I don't remember my answers but I do remember feeling strange as he grabbed my arm and took my pulse. He was distracted with his watch but I noticed as his fingers seemed to fall into my wrist...
So this guy leaves, promising that he'd get the doctor now that I'm awake. I'm left feeling inadequate as a guy and thinking of what I can do to add more pushups to my week when a woman in a white coat walks in. She was reading off my chart confirming my information when she looked up and stopped... "Brad, funny, but it's a busy night, my five year anniversary isn't an excuse to let our quality of care slide. Get the patient back and don't mess with me." And then she walked out of the room!
I was dumbfounded and after waiting 20 or so more minutes and feeling more coherent I pulled the stickers off me making the machines start to scream... Somehow, I knew what buttons to press to shut them up and in hindsight, the doctor probably told off the nurses station, before advising them to ignore my room because "Brad" was playing a prank.
I don't know why, but I ran away from the hospital. I put my clothes back on, attributing their awkward fit to the saline solution injection, and began making my way home. A nice woman actually gave me a ride... and her number, though I didn't understand why until later. I let myself into the house and my parents were trying to determine who would stay with me at the hospital and who would go to work and take care of my sister who was feeling very ill.
"Mom, Dad, I'm okay."
Let me tell you... Dad did not respond well to "Brad" showing up in his house... It was at this point that so many things happened that its difficult to put in order, but I can put it this way... I was trying to explain who I was, dad was being aggressive, mom was trying to listen...
It helped that my sister came out of her room looking like my mom but it took us several days to get a handle on this and figure out how to change back. Since then, we've learned a few tricks...