Oooh, what a night, you must have fucked that girl for hours before finally blacking out. You had gotten a room at a hotel in New York City for a buisness trip, a hotel filled with beautiful and very horny women that seemed bent on going to bed with you. You had tried to resist the urge, but had succumbed to their charms, and where just now waking up. Something was strange though, you felt an unfamiliar weight in your chest, raising your hand you see that it is slender and feminine, not at all like what you remembered, looking down you realize that you've been turned into a woman and you let out a scream.
"Oh come on, it could be worse," the girl from last night says, wrapping her arms around you. "It was inevitable that you'd become one of us eventually."
"But I don't want to be a girl!" You say in your high-pitched voice, looking at yourself in the mirror, your short brown hair has grown down to your waist, while all your body hair is gone and your chest now sports massive breasts. You let out a moan as foam drips out of your newly grown pussy, no, this wasn't a dream, this was a waking nightmare.
"You'll soon adjust, just like we all have," the girl says. "And besides, this is the perfect opportunity, to get back at your boss."
That's right you remember, your boss is the head of a major pharmacutical company that had been producing so-called cures. You couldn't remember if you had used the one your company had made, but you did remember what would have happened if you did.
If you didn't use a cure, you would be a normal infected, still a slut, you would be insatiable for sex and your breasts would lactate on occasion.
If you had used a topical cream, you would have become a teaser, your breasts would lactate uncontrollably and you would be unable to wear clothes. You would want sex even to the point of forcing yourself on a man.
If you had used a steroid injection, you would become a Mamazon, a beautiful and muscular form of woman that forced themselves onto men.
If you had used a more natural drug, you would become a skank, a woman with pheremone glands that any man would find irresistable.
With or without a cure, you had a chance of becoming a Sappho, a mutation of the pathogen that turned the victim into a lesbian. Sapphos where smarter, and usually lead the organizations the women had formed.
With the conference of all the pharmacuitcals, you and your sisters had the perfect chance to spread the pathogen to the leaders of the medical community. Your male mind had slipped away, replaced with the mind of an infected female.