Rolling onto his back, Eli checked his phone for a text, saw there wasn't one, and rested it on his stomach. "It might shock you to know that I don't only think about sex," he informed her, closing his eyes. He was getting kinda tired now, since all the adrenaline from having been shaken from sleep was wearing off. "Sometimes I think about other stuff. Like school. Skateboarding. My drums. Crap like that." Would he be able to do all that stuff still in someone else's body? Maybe not. Maybe this body wasn't trained or skilled enough for it. That would totally suck.
"But anyway, you have fun totally avoiding looking at or touching yourself. Maybe you could be like one of those monks in India and castrate yourself. Then you don't gotta worry about it."