I'm stuck with a body that my adoptive parents want for their sick son—stop thinking dirty. They “want to gut” me. Because in this world of disease-borne powers, I was born with a body that simply won't maintain any infections. And he... well, yes, he wants me—I said, stop thinking dirty—in his own way. Possibly surgically. No wait, maybe romantically. Tch. I get the science. It’s the feelings part I don't get. If I’m lucky, he’ll lose interest.

(I have crap luck.) 

I'm stuck with a body that my adoptive parents want for their sick son—stop thinking dirty. They “want to gut” me. Because in this world of disease-borne powers, I was born with a body that simply won't maintain any infections. And he... well, yes, he wants me—I said, stop thinking dirty—in his own way. Possibly surgically. No wait, maybe romantically. Tch. I get the science. It’s the feelings part I don't get. If I’m lucky, he’ll lose interest.

(I have crap luck.)