Hannah hadn't slept all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the Asian man from the DVD, telling her that she was going to be a freak forever. To make things even worse, she had probably turned Jeff into a permanent freak of nature, and there was a good chance that her best friend Cassie was infected too. Finishing her cigarette, still staring at the blank television, she stood up.
Hannah hadn't bothered putting any clothing on. It was almost four in the morning, and it wasn't likely that anybody was going to see her. Well, aside from Jeff, but he was in her bedroom sleeping off the amazing sex they'd had earlier that night. She was more worried about him seeing his own body when he woke up.
Slowly, feeling every subtle shift of her penis and testicles against her leg as she walked, Hannah made her way to the bathroom. There were years running down her cheeks as she put the toilet seat down. Sitting down to pee for the first time since this morning, she tucked her member between her legs and pressed her knees together. Sobbing quietly as her body released its liquid waste, she concentrated all of her mental energy into one task. She wanted her dick to be gone when she stood up.
Of course it was still there. It hung there, seemingly mocking her.
"Why me?" she wondered out loud. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wiped the tears away. Crying about this wasn't going to get her anywhere.
Hannah walked back into the living room and sat back down on the couch. Lighting another cigarette to help her calm down.
That was when she heard a knock on the door. Wondering who could possibly be here at this ungodly hour, she walked over to the door and put her eye to the peep-hole.
Cassie was standing out there, arms crossed, looking very angry.
"Fuck," Hannah whispered under her breath. Now the shit was gonna hit the fan...