"Let me start at the beginning," she said, dropping her body on the nearest chair. Great she's getting settled thought Robert.
"There was a demonstration in town yesterday. Something about marriage equality. No doubt another civil rights group drumming up trouble. This girl she was one of the protestors. She seemed nice enough when she approached me, but when I said I wasn't interested you seemed somewhat discombobulated, as if she thought it would take little more than a pretty smile to conscript me into her lesbian army." Lesbian army thought Robert, I wouldn't mind if they conscripted me. He drifted off into fantasy for a minute or two as the girl kept talking.
"... and then I tried to explain to her what the bible said but she seemed to just take offence and starting babbling about respect for religions. As wiccan is a real religion anyway. But she seemed to suddenly fill asperity, as if I had traduced her beliefs or something, and then she starting babbling incoherently." Robert was beginning to think he knew what that felt like. This girl seemed to spew big words like Allison did. Was Allison a Christian? He didn't think it had come up, not that he had paid too much attention when the conversation veered away from sport or sex.
"And this morning I woke up like this. The crazy thing was I knew something was wrong instantly. My body was completely out of shape and then I looked it the mirror and saw her face. She must have done this to me." The story didn't make sense, at least the parts Robert had listened to.
"Please you have to help me," the girl begged. Robert took about ten seconds to decide what to do...