The nurse, Betty, chuckled in a way that seemed childish and out of place, clapping her hands together.
Vance's eyes were cold as he looked at her, his face set in a frown. He had no desire to hear the name "Dorian Gray" - not in this life or in his previous one. It was a name that held regretful memories, ones that he didn't want to forget.
"Yes, Dorian Gray. And rumor has it that he's looking for the lady who took his first time," the nurse continued, not noticing the inconveniences of who she was telling it to. "Hehe, isn't it cute that it was his first time?" She continued giggling.
Vance scrunched Dana's face in disgust, expressing how he felt inside - deeply disturbed. "Don't be swayed by that man's lies. He is as sinister as the devil, humph!"
It was time for Vance to leave this place and find a way to get to his next mission, so he made up an excuse after bashing the nurse about Dorian Gray. "Hey," he started off in Dana's voice. "I want to ease myself. Where's the restroom?"
The nurse directed Dana to the restroom, her expression professional and focused. "That's the door to your left," she said.
She had returned to her usual, composed demeanor, no longer exuding the cheerfulness of earlier. She was back to business as usual, attending to the needs of her patients after being offended by Dana's words.
Vance wasn't normally an asshole to be so rude to ladies but he can even be the shit that comes out from an asshole when it pertained to the topic, 'Dorian Gray.' 'That man ruined my life,' he thought gruffly to himself.
Despite the tense atmosphere, Vance knew he had to focus on his mission. He improvised, trying to make his request sound plausible. "Umm... I'm actually a bit shy, and I'd prefer to use a public restroom," he said, still in Dana's voice.
Though his true intention was to leave the ward, he had to be careful not to arouse suspicion.
"Hmmm," The nurse considered Dana's request, trying to understand why she would prefer a public restroom over a private one. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow that," she said regretfully. Hospital policies, humph!
"Sigh!" Feigning disappointment, Vance sighed and tried a new tactic. "Look, if you let me use a public restroom, I'll give you an exclusive photo of Dorian Gray," he said, trying to appear as convincing as possible with a forced and insincere smile.
The nurse looked at Dana thoughtfully, considering the offer. "I knew it! You're Morgana, the head of Dorian's fan club," she said with a knowing grin. "Fine, I'll make an exception and allow you to use a public restroom. Shall we go now?" she asked, gesturing toward the door.
Vance couldn't believe how much time he had wasted with this nurse, Betty. The thought of being trapped with her for any longer was unbearable. She was both childish, slow-witted and yet tempting.
"Thanks, but I think I can find my way there," he said, trying to sound as polite as possible. "Just stay here and keep an eye on things until I get back."
He knew she wouldn't suspect anything - after all, Dana was just a regular patient in her eyes. But inside, he was secretly plotting his next move.
"Sure, I'll stay here," the nurse immediately agreed, completely unaware of Dana's true identity as Vance and motif - to leave.
'A photo of Dorian Gray? Hah! Even if I had one picture of that fart face, it's not like I'd show it to you,' Vance thought to himself.
He wasted no time in leaving the ward and putting his plan into action.
Vance rushed down the hall, eager to escape from the hospital and carry out his mission. But as he hurried along, he suddenly felt a familiar pressure in his bladder. He had to find a restroom, and fast.
He stumbled upon a door that led to the hospital's backyard, and he knew it was his only chance. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped outside.
In the secluded backyard, he positioned himself facing the wall, deftly raising the hospital gown.
Dana's exquisite, slender hand delicately ventured towards his groin, revealing a startling realization - there was an absence of any discernible bulge.
"Argh!!!!!"
With Dana's voice, Vance yelled to his heart's content, the bell-like figure of Dana's throat moving rapidly from side to side as he shouted.
"This is a nightmare," he muttered fearfully, his eyes widening. "My ping-pong is gone." He clutched his chest, coughing as if on the verge of passing out.
"What do I use to sway the girls over? To give me pride of being a man?! No! How do I live without you, Ping-pong?" Vance lamented in Dana's voice.
The urge to pee had vanished, absorbed into the body by the sudden shock.
It then dawned on him that he was in a lady's body. "Ah, I can never get used to this," he sighed, a heavy melancholy settling in as he shook his head in contemplation.
Dana's graceful hands instinctively lowered the gown. "I dare not fall into temptation with this body," Vance declared, tightly shutting his eyes.
Regardless of being in a girl's body, he still had paraphilia so there were high chances he'd work his handy magic on this body. Masturbation was not an option for Vance.
Reclaiming his sharp-tongued and gruff demeanor, he thundered at himself, "I hope this girl, Dana, is a virgin. I don't want to inhabit an unholy body that has been banged by a thousand men," he sighed.
[The host is no longer a virgin]
The system declared out of the blue, sending a thousand shocks through Vance.
"What?!"
[Based on the body information, she was deflowered last night, and the body detector detected aphrodisiac in her body system]
[In conclusion, she was drugged and perhaps, forcefully penetrated]
"Too much info, it's enough. I don't want to know," Vance said. He'd just let bygones be bygones for now but if he stumbled upon the person who did this to Dana then, he would chop their ping-pongs off. "Mr. Hollywood, give me a map of this hospital and how I can leave here."