Baxter needed to get out of this place. He knew for sure he couldn't trust the doctor or Sherri. They did this to him and now they could easily over-power him. He decided Merna was his best-bet to freedom. They had exchanged those glances earlier and Baxter felt they had a real sexual connection. True, she did work there, but Baxter wasn't sure that she knew everything that was going on and surely she'd help him.
He took one last look at his pathetic naked pre-teen body, shook his head in disgust and wrapped the towel around his waist, preparing to escape. He pushed his ear up against the door waiting for noises, movements, or anything. After hearing mothing, he peaked out in the hall, checking the curved mirrors on either end making sure the hallway was clear.
Nervously, he made his way off to the changing room, looking for his street clothes. They were gone!!! Now what was he going to to? He was a skinny twelve year old clad in nothing but a towel. His hard-on still hadn't subsided, but it really didn't show that much under the towel at its new size.
Baxter runs up to the front desk but with much less confidence then he did before. Merna is on the phone. She looks at him quizzically and holds her hand over the reciever, "What are you doing here kid?"
Baxter knew this wouldn't be easy. He has completely lost the sexual edge he had on Merna...ther's no way she'd be attracted to him now. He started in his voice that was now 3 octaves higher, "Merna, it's me, Baxter. Look what they did to me. You have to help me...please!!!"
Merna immediately hands up the phone, not even bothering to say goodbye, "BAXTER???"