:: Show him your tits.
<<set $scream = false>><<set $wegman.tits = true>>[[You]] sigh.  You suppose you should just get this over with.  You lift up your sweatshirt and remove your <<if $sean.anal gt 0 and not $sean.shower>>bra<<else>>wrap<<endif>>, revealing your tits to [[Mr. Wegman]].  He gives a low whistle.

"All right," he says.  "I suppose you can stay here tonight.  I'm still not sure I'm buying your story, but there's definitely something weird going on.  You can stay in the basement, at least until your mother gets back."

You thank him and head down to their finished basement.  They don't have a bed down there, but they do have a couch and a TV and [[Billy]] gets you a blanket and pillow.

You and Billy watch a little TV when Billy says he's tired and is going to go to bed early.  Billy says goodnight and goes upstairs.  You decide you should probably get some sleep as well, so you strip down to your boxers and sweatshirt and try to go to sleep on the couch.

The couch is lumpy and uncomfortable, but you eventually doze off.  Not much later, you seem to dimly hear the door to the basement open, but you don't pay it much attention and you're back to dozing in very little time.

"Parker," you hear someone whisper.  Startled, you wake up and look at the door leading to the staircase.  The light in the staircase is on and you can see Mr. Wegman standing there, obviously drunk.

"Mr. Wegman?" you say.

"Got to say that's some really nice perfume you're wearing, Parker.  I haven't been able to get it out of my head since you came down here," Mr. Wegman says.

"I'm not wearing any perfume, Mr. Wegman," you say.

Mr. Wegman advances toward you.  "Sure you are, Parker.  You're obviously turning yourself into a girl somehow.  Hormones or some such.  I've heard about people like you."

"It's not like that, Mr. Wegman, I told you," you say.

"Yeah, yeah.  Rosestead has some secret Process which I don't know about even though I've lived not twenty miles from Rosestead my whole life.  That's got to be the stupidest story I ever heard."  He keeps advancing toward you so you get off the couch to put a little more distance between you.

"Mr. Wegman, I'd like to go to sleep now," you say, backing away from him, noticing for the first time just how much bigger he is than you.

[[You don't want to get hurt.  Placate him any way you can.]]
[[Try to get away.]]