Ifany of you, at the last moment feel that you can’tcontinue with the planned real sex, please know thatthe rest of us will not look down on you...”I felt an ease of tension. Looking around at eachperson sitting at the table I saw them glance at mewith looks that spoke of fear of the unknown. Havingheard Kelly and I over the last twelve hours as theydid must have caused some of those fears to surface.“Now, for those of you who may have real sex, I wantyou to know that nobody. ‘I’ll need to do an internal examination’, I explained, ‘Would you like me to fetch a chaperone?’. Even if you said no, protocol demanded that I should request one for my own protection, but secretly, almost subconsciously, I found myself hoping you would decline. Not that I would do anything, of course, but the thought of being alone with you in such an intimate position played to the natural feelings I was experiencing. ‘No, that’s alright’, you said happily, ‘I trust you!’, you added. I will likely agree, Ijust want to know in advance.This is a bit of an intermission, a bit of a bridge between "act 1" and"act 2" if such things can possibly exist without any sort of actual,long-term planning on my part. There is no sex, but instead, we follow thefrantic, panicked first few moments of George Worthington as he realizeswhat has been done to him.On a weird little side note, I realized I was a little confused aboutGeorge's name. I had initially typed out Worthington but for some. He had to brush his bangs out of his eyes to check himself out in the mirror. Wes didn't know if he felt like laughing or crying when he realized that they fit perfectly.So perfectly that it looked like he had a full, round ass and hips. Like a woman. Sarah's blazer didn't help matters, accentuating his slim waist and the gentle flare of his hips. They fit so perfectly that his boxer shorts made an ugly bulge across his mid-thigh. Emotionally numb, and almost physically afraid of Elaine's.