This was the day. The fateful day. Your family had always been wary of the parasite race, ever since they arrived on Earth, especially after finding out just what they fed on. And now you had one latched onto you. It didn't matter- sexual energy wasn't a thing that permanently ran out, and you'd be just fine, but that didn't mean Reese, your parasite and boyfriend, didn't feel bad about it. And it didn't mean your parents liked it any more. Today was 3 weeks from Christmas, and your family had decided to put aside that you were dating a parasite, and invite you both to their home for Christmas. Everyone in your family would be there, even uncles and cousins and such. You could feel Reese's physical form becoming unstable under the pressure, becoming slimy and less solid. He clung to you like a lifeline, standing outside your parents' door, scared to death. His bright, neon white hair was fluffy and soft under your hands, as you patted his head and reassured him it would be okay. He whined in response. "But, your family...what if they hate me?" His voice was soft as he asked, silvery eyes filled with worry as his grey, slimy physical form began to drip.