Why?" Where washe going with this?"Well, I just noticed that you seem a little shy around other people. Ifigured it was because you had just morfed. I...was the same way rightafter my morf; I couldn't imagine having to start a new school on topof it all."The last thing I wanted right then was sympathy. I had been gettingplenty of that over the past few days, and all it did was make medepressed. So I decided to change the subject."So when did you morf, Colin?" Of course I already knew this, but if. Finally, I manage to crack them open and slam them shut. The light is blinding. It’s harsh, glaring and fluorescent and I feel like I might be sick.I turn my head. Thankfully, someone thrusts a basin under my chin before I expel the contents of my stomach.“The lights,” I whisper hoarsely. “Too bright.” I hear the sound of a shade being drawn as I’m laid back down.A woman leans over me. She’s the source of the vanilla perfume. She’s dressed in white scrubs, and a stethoscope hangs around her. He clearly was going to rape her. “Get the fuck out of here, nigger” she heard her father say. “There is no way that my baby daughter is going out with a nigger coon like you.”Marci was mortified. Her parents were racists just like Kimberly said. She ran back to her room and sobbed her eyes out. Jamal didn’t need to stick around. He had just needed to prove to Marci that her parents were racist. Marci’s mother came to Marci and tried to console her but it was clear that she agreed with her. It was still wet, but at least it wouldn't look like it wascovered in cum any more.With a gentle hand, he lifted up Marian's face and looked through theempty eye slits."I know you've already been used today, but I need your help right now."He slipped on the mask, realigning the eye holes over his own, massagingeverything onto his face until he gained her full form. He took a finalmoment to check in the mirror. Marian looked back. She was extremely wet(in the non-sexual manner) but it was.