"You see, Ryan," Mike's voice continued as the book's pages opened and closed, "It didn't happen exactly like I said. I saw this book on a table and I picked it up. You know how I love fairy tales and it was an old illustrated first edition, at least that's what I thought it was. I started to read it, and you know how I really get into books. Well, somehow or other, I didn't realize it at first, I had not only gotten into this book, I'd become it."
"That's it?"
"No, I came looking for you. I'm not sure if my body fused with the book or if there was something trapped in the book that stole my body and ran off with it, or what. But I need you and the others to try to help restore me."
Ryan feeling much braver, muttered, "Werewolves indeed! Let me have a good look at you." He walks over, stoops down, and picks Mike the book up.
"Hey, be careful!" shouts Mike, as Ryan picks him up and opens him wide, "You'll damage my spine!"
"Whoa, fairy tales? I don't think so. This looks more like porn," Ryan exclaimed examining Mike's pages, he added softly, "Gay porn," and then more softly with lust in his voice, "Really hot gay porn."
"Gay porn?" Mike said nervously, "No, it can't - I can't be filled with gay porn. What are you doing?"
Ryan had laid back on a dusty old chaise lounge, and was making himself comfortable.