Jim slowly unlocks and opens the door, revealing Sharon - or, at least, the host of the parasitic organism he knows as Sharon. "Alright Sharon - should I still be calling you Sharon?" Jim asks.
"You might as well - I am in total control of her." she replies.
"Alright then," Jim continues, "I must be crazy for doing this, but I'll help you. Let's just take things slow, ok? No more of that..." at this point Jim mimics with his hands the horrifying proof Sharon had shown him moments ago. "OK?"
"Jim, calm down," she says, "Nothing's different. I'm still Sharon. I'm still your girlfriend."
"I suppose so," Jim replied, "But this is still freaking me out. I'm half expecting you to ram an ovipositor down my throat and lay your eggs in my stomach."
"I told you, you're the wrong gender for that. Besides, I don't even have an ovipositor."
"Then how do you, uh, lay your eggs?" Jim asked, not really sure that he wanted to know.
"Based on your earlier reaction," Sharon answered, "I don't think that you're ready to know that. But when the time comes, you'll see."
Jim shuddered at the thought and tried to redirect the conversation. "So who makes for a good host?"
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