Thoughts flood your mind, you couldn't imagine ever having sex with a man, instead your mind is becoming more calculated, your intelligence seems to be rising. But at the same time, thoughts of sex with women are flooding your mind, you realize this means you've become a Sappho, the intelligent lesbian women that tended to be in charge.
"My name, is Rachel Warner," you say, the name just came to your mind.
"Now, lets see what the boss has in mind for you," the other girl says, you're trying to refrain from just pouncing on her.