"You need to what?" The Goth asked him.
"I..." he tried again. "You believe in magic and stuff, right? Something is happening to me, and I need help."
"And you think I can help?" The girl seemed a bit puzzled by that. "I'm Athena, by the way. Athena DeVries."
"Sam. Sam Cotter." He said distractedly.
"Is that short for Samantha?"
"What?" Sam said, voice hitting a higher octave, either due to the stress or this revelation. "I'm not..." He began to feel dizzy again. "No...please, not that..."
It was a rather unpleasant feeling, like that of a vacuum cleaner inside was sucking his testicles up into his body, and it felt like two orbs were trying to push their way out of his chest.
Athena was standing there, staring at him. Isn't she seeing this? He thought as he realized he was suddenly wearing a bra and that he had something to fill that bra with. Or does she think I'm having some kind of attack?
Athena opened her mouth to speak...
