Alina had only one hope. If the old Alan had had the virus for weeks before he was diagnosed with it, and it was transmitted by bodily fluids, then it must have been transferred to his girlfriend Joanie. Joanie would be a guy now, and maybe would remember the good times and how respectful Alan had been, or maybe be grateful?
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Jack flexed his muscles. He had been released from quarantine today, and was eager to start his new life as a male. He regarded the virus as the best thing that had ever happened to him. To be freed from the bondage that was an intrinsic part of a woman's life, to be strong and dominant, these were the things Joanie had fantasized about.
There was only one downside. Alan. Alan had been a kind and respectful boyfriend, which Joanie had known was a rarity. And he had been rewarded with the burden of femaleness. Jack shuddered to think what the new Alan, completely unfamiliar with female life, could endure from asshole guys, of which he knew there were plenty. But he could treat Alina the way the old Alan had treated Joanie. Just because you're a man now, Jack told himself, doesn't mean you have to be an asshole.
He knocked at the door.