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. Whichever way, why me, of all people? If I’m lucky, he’ll lose interest.

(I have crap luck.)