...over his head, tossing it into a nearby laundry hamper. Brad paused to gage Jenny's reaction, but she sat fairly expressionlessly on his bed, her hands folded on her lap and her eyes intently watching his every move. Brad hoped he would get a slightly better response from her when the rest was revealed... Cautiously and deliberately Brad unbuckled his pants and them slide off his legs, his underwear following right behind them. Brad felt relief wash over him and a smile grow on his face when Jenny gasped at the sight.
“What the hell is that?!” exclaimed Jenny, pointing at Brad's groin. Brad's smile disappeared instantly, and he nearly fainted when Jenny's forearm sprouted into a complex looking laser aimed directly at his manhood. “Don't move Brad, I'll get it!”
Brad quickly covered his genitals with both hands, his blood turning ice-cold. “Jenny, STOP!!! Put your gun away! Everything's ok, please!” Jenny slowly retracted her weapon and returned to her normal arm shape, but Brad's hands remained clamped over his nether region as he shivered, his face pale. “I'm sorry Brad, I thought that fuzzy thing between your legs was some kinda parasit...