As you walk around the park, you notice a familiar street; it's where your friend, Jack, lives. He's a slob and sort of a jerk, but you could hang with him for a while.
You walk up to his house and let yourself in. Jack is sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking a beer. He greets you with a nod.
Jack is much taller than you, and noticeably more muscular, though still quite lanky. He has scruffy, curly hair and a face full of stubble. He smells terrible; he's been out all day and hates bathing. You grab a beer and sit down next to him, drinking and watching some sport or other.
Eventually, both drunk, you accidentally let slip some of your sexual fantasies. Mainly, that you would like to be an inanimate object, just used by someone else for their own pleasure. Jack just laughs at you, and mentions an old wive's tale he heard about this house.
Apparently the house is haunted; supposedly, if you act like an object in here, eventually you turn into it. A load of nonsense really.