You decide to stay with Eva and see how the transformation plays out. You follow the medics who push Eva in her wheelchair but the brawny medic stops you. "You can't go that way," he says. "You have to wait in the lobby for her to be released." "I'm her boyfriend," you lie. "Please, I want to be with her." The man sighs. "All right, have Rosa take you upstairs. She'll show you where Eva is being treated." The medics disappear. You go to the lobby and find Rosa who shows you the way upstairs just as the brawny medic said. You find Eva strapped down to a bed, struggling against the restraints. Her clothes have torn completely away, strips of fabric littered about the floor. A doctor and a security guard are in the room with her. The doctor wears a mask over his mouth and urges you to stay clear. "What's the problem with her?" the doctor asks. He is an elderly man with feathery white hair, probably somewhere in his fifties. You catch that his name is Doctor Ojeda. "She's infected with the bimbo virus," you say. Dr. Ojeda chuckles. "Television these days... but your girlfriend is in serious condition." "Serious?" you ask, watching Eva squirm and moan. A telephone rings out. The doctor picks it up and listens before setting it down, his brows wrinkled. "What exactly is this bimbo virus you speak of? Police have arrested several dozen women at a hotel downtown for public nudity and four officers are reported missing. There are strange eyewitness reports of..." Eva suddenly stops wriggling and lies still. The beeping on her heart rate monitor slows considerably and the doctor looks slightly alarmed. He leans down with his stethoscope and places it against Eva's naked chest, listening carefully. "Brad?" Eva whispers softly. "Are you here, Brad?" "Yeah?" you ask, rushing to move into her line of vision. "I feel better now," Eva says quietly. "I think I want to go home." Dr. Ojeda pushes you back gently and turns to face Eva. "You look healthy, but your condition--agh!" Eva spat in Ojeda's face. The doctor wipes her saliva off of his face, smiling. "I won't release you as long as you keep acting like..." He frowns and begins to past his chest. "Is everything okay?" you ask. "You didn't get any saliva in you, did you?" Dr. Ojeda dabs his face with rubbing alcohol. "I don't believe so..." He seems distant, almost as if he were alone in the room. He pats his chest again before reaching for the telephone. "Rosa, can you send a nurse up here? I might need a little rest this afternoon." He nods and hangs up. "I hate to do this, but I need to go. You don't want a tired doctor diagnosing your girlfriend, do you? A nurse will come relieve me in a few moments. She'll help you with whatever you need, and hopefully by the end of the day--hurk!" Ojeda suddenly clutches at his chest again and stumbles, falling back against Eva's empty wheelchair. The security guard rushes over to help him up. You try and steal a look but the hefty security officer blocks your view until he stands up, bracing Dr. Ojeda against his shoulder. Though you can only see his backside, the good doctor looks different... his white hair is starting to glimmer with a yellowish, blonde tint to it and is quickly growing out of his nearly-bald scalp until he has long, luscious, youthful hair. You watch as the thin doctor starts to grow wider at his hips, stretching his scrubs to the limit before they tear away. The security guard doesn't seem to notice what's going on at first. "Wait!" you call out. "Don't touch him! He's infected!" The security guard ignores you and picks the transforming Dr. Ojeda up, slinging him over his shoulder. The doctor's buttocks inflates in front of you from the thin, weathery flat shape of an older man to a round, plump, and firm figure of great beauty. The doctor lies motionless during this but all of a sudden begins to thrash about in the security guard's arms. The man swear and sets the doctor down, allowing you to see the full extend of the changes. You see that the doctor has grown a pair of breasts that continues to expand in front of your eyes, two inflating mounds beneath his solid white scrubs top The elderly, white-haired doctor has become a large-breasted, curvaceous blonde woman. But strangely enough, that's not the weirdest effect the virus has had on him. You clearly spot dark red lipstick on his lush lips, and somehow or other you can see the outline of a bra underneath his scrubs. How the hell did he clothing change too? "Whoa... what the fuck...?" the security guard asks. "Did I stick myself with a needle or something?" Dr Ojeda--or at least the woman who was formed the elderly doctor--smiles and walks up to the guard, wrapping her arms around his back. "I'm a dream... a wet dream... your wet dream..." she begins to unbuckle the guard's belt. The guard chuckles. "Oh, yes you are..." "No! Don't let her touch you!" you shout. "She's infected!" But before the security guard can react, the feminized doctor Ojeda pulls the security guard down and lands a sloppy kiss directly on his mouth. You see the two french kissing. Soon the guard begins to shrink, his muscles vanishing to reveal feminine curves. You don't have to wait for the transformation to finish before you realize you have to act. You decide to...