John shuffled miserably down the forest path. He was angry, but he wasn't sure who he angry at. He was still feeling sick from what he witnessed, and what it meant. Most of all he was feeling sorry for himself, and for his fate. His first time would be with a guy, as a girl... and not just any guy. A stuck-up, self-centered asshole with no class -- at least in John's opinion.
He plopped himself down by a tree, thinking dark thoughts. He even contemplated making a wish to prevent it from happening, and letting the time-line fend for itself. But for all he knew it would be the end of everything. He'd be the one who killed everyone. His family, Karyn...
"Karyn!" he said aloud, perking up. "If anyone will help, it's her!" he exclaimed. "I wish Karyn where here." he said, touching the stone. Like so many times before he was forced to look away, and she was there. She was there, in a sports bra and panties, her hair tied up in rather large bun. She was holding another more casual bra.
"John! What the hell? I was changing!" she said angrily, covering her breasts with one arm. Well, as much as she could with one arm. She was technically covered already, but a girl who unexpectedly finds herself in her underwear in front of a guy still feels more than under dressed.
"Sorry, I didn't plan it that way, but it's really important. I need you to..."
