Adopted cock sucking bitch

"I called you an adopted cock sucking bitch," Janice says as a smile creeps across her face and she begins to giggle uncontrollably. "Ahahah, oh my fucking god, what have I done? This is so weird it's funny," she mutters between fits of laughter.

You blink and shift as something shifts in your memories. You put your hands on your stomach and slide up your shirt, until you come to soft mounds of flesh. You turn around to glance at a mirror to look at yourself.

You don't really think anything's out of the ordinary, but after a moment your eyes open wide as you remember: You used to be a dude! Now you're a woman, and you feel like you've been that way for most of your life.

"What the fuck, Janice," you say with a slight hint of accusation, though you feel it is at best half-hearted on your part. "I'm adopted?" you say with confusion, a hand covering your heart at the insult. Sure, you weren't technically mom's child, but it was a family rule to never make a point out of it. Or so you remember, at least. "Oh, and I'm a girl?"

"I guess the bitch part swapped your gender," your sister mutter as she moves up towards you to give you a closer look. "But what about the cock-sucking bit?"

A memory creeps into your mind of you licking your lips clean after your first blow job and kink-induced orgasm, swearing to yourself that you'd never say no to anyone offering to let you suck their dicks. Sucking cock was your fetish, semi-public and with people you barely knew. At school someone's given you the moniker of "suction cup," and you realize that once you've decided to get your lips around someone's dick, that probably was a name that fit you in more ways than the obvious one. You feel other memories of fun times seeping into your memories like water through woven cotton, but you don't really have time to focus on them right now.

"Oh, there's cock-sucking memories in here," you croon with a knowing smile before your older personality voices a complaint. "Urgh, I feel conflicted about it though. I don't think original me would approve of my cock-sucking skills. Or being a woman, for that manner," you say as you give your body a quick pat down, caressing the curves of your chest, hips and ass before confirming the flatness and softness of your crotch. You're wearing some very stretchy denim minishorts and a blue midriff-revealing top with no bra. You realize it's pretty casual but still sexy enough to snap some selfies for some booty calls.

"Well, I'm sure you'll manage," Janice says and gives your butt a quick slap. "We got other problems than your experience sucking dick right now. First off, how did this happen?"

You give your sister an eye rolling stare at the slap, but you're quick to nod at her worries. "Yeah. This is insane... people don't just change depending on what people yell at them," you ponder for a moment as you notice a weird tattoo on her shoulder. "Did you get that tattoo?" you ask her as you point at it.

Janice turns her arm around to get a better look and shakes her head. "Nope, I can't remember getting that one specifically. I remember getting this one, though," she smiles as she pats her very visible tattoo of her surname over her upper chest. "Do you have one too?" she asks as she looks at you closer. "Oh, here it is, back of your calf," she announces, making you balance on one leg to look at the spot she pointed at.

"That's weird. Tattoos we can't remember getting, turning into bitches and sluts," Janice says as she slowly walks in circles. "Well, you're the older sibling, help me out here!" She adds with a spinning hand motion, trying to jar you out of your apprehensive shock of it all.

"Erm... maybe it's got something to do with those cities getting quarantined? Maybe it's some sort of biological weapon on the loose?"

You sister gives you a flat stare. "A biological weapon that makes anyone infected with it change into whatever you wish for... As much as I'd like to say it's insane, it makes sense in some perverted manner. But that doesn't explain the tattoo, Mary."

Mary? ah yes, that's me, duh. Mark memories seem to have momentarily overwritten the spot in your brain reserved for your real life name. It seems you need to start thinking of yourself in gamer tag names in reality as well now. "Erm, no it doesn't. Wait... I think yours has changed," you mutter as you lean closer to look at it. "That symbol seems to be load bar. It wasn't that full to begin with."

Janice kneels and looks at yours as well. "Yeah, there's one down here too... They are almost full again. Maybe it only works when those are filled?"

"I guess so, unless it's for something else," you sigh and have a seat in your sister's bed, looking around. "Wait, our clothing and rooms have changed, as well. I don't think this is biological, to put it that way. Maybe it's a hallucinogen of some sort."

"I'm feeling pretty sharp," Janice says as she flexes some of her chiseled girl muscles for you. "Sharper than before, at least. It's like I've just finished two hours of exercise and I'm high on endorphins, only it's my baseline."

"Yeah, it seems unlikely to be any of that," you sigh as you give your breasts a squeeze and your ample butt a jiggle. It feels all too familiar to be a hallucination to you.