Zack had gotten in to Fandom too late last night to make it to the dance, but that just meant that he had more time to set up. More time to prepare things for the Master ( Read more... )

Zack awoke from a nightmare where pure logic killed, and he had to talk with creepy, smug, young psychologists with shiny, too-big teeth.

He sat up and looked down at his new breasts. "Oh good, I needed something rational after that."