Check up on Joseph, the professor

"I think I'll be able to barricade these gates on my own," Erica says while looking at the gate, spinning a hammer in one hand and striking a pose with a clack of one of her high heels, her pistol stuck in the belt, sliding slightly between her butt cheeks. You guess she's got some skills looking hot while getting work done, as a janitor slash slut. She turns back towards you. "Maybe you should check up on the professor in 2C? The bacherlor, whats his name... Joseph? I'm betting he's safely tucked into his couch, reading a book. And if something's happened to him, I'm sure you should be able to handle him on your own."

"Ah, yeah, that late forties guy with the cute suits and ties?" You reply, memories of happy fantasies you've had of him sliding into your memory. He's cute but awkward, so you've been wondering how he'd react if you came on to him, hugging him close, pressing your tits onto his chest, pressing your junk against his thigh while feeling his on your own...

You're pretty sure there's a fantasy of a 69 in there right afterwards, but you realize you're getting distracted and shake your head. "Yeah, I can go up there and check it out. I'm no good at that practical work anyway," you gesture at the cart with boards and tools before giving Erica a light slap on her leather-clad butt, causing her to give you a raised eyebrow and a blow-off kiss for luck over her shoulder at you.

"I'll get this done in half an hour or so. I'll make it possible to open quickly in case someone comes home and seeks refuge," she says before waving you off. "Come straight back here or to the workshop once you're done, or I'm coming in after you when I'm done."

"Okay, mom," you call back with a faux sarcasm in your voice as you start walking off towards your own stairwell, adjusting your panties and leggings as you've grown a slight chuff in your dick from day dreaming and looking at Erica. Damn, it's only been like twenty minutes and you already feel blue balled again. And not only that, you're beginning to visualize memories of your new persona. You guess that's more or less the same as asking her a question about something but getting the answer mentally. Her? "I'm a girl with a dick," you hear yourself say as you try to describe yourself. "Maybe not the best pick-up line, but you'd be surprised how often it works," you continue and giggle for yourself at the absurdity of it all.

Within a minute, you're up by the door that has 2C plaqued onto it. You ring the bell, and moments later the light in the hallway shimmers. An ominous portent, some would say, but considering your situation, light flickering is the least of your concerns right now.

You hear someone walking behind the door, and sure enough, the door is unlocked and Joseph pops his head out. "Erm, hello?"

"Hi, I'm Jamie," you say, leaning forward and giving the professor a good look at your tits, hoping he can ignore the half-stiff dick throbbing lazily in your pants. Oh God, how awkward would it be if he just glared at your dick inflating with your heartbeat instead of your tits. "Erm, mind if I come in for a moment?" you ask, and Joseph nods and steps aside. Very polite, your external persona thinks and gives him a big smile.

You walk a few steps inside his apartment to his living room to make sure he gets a good look at your butt and less time to ponder about your package, before you turn back around and lean towards a table. "I'm guessing you haven't been on the internet as of late?" You ask, noticing a book on the coffee table next to a couch made for reclining and reading.

"Erm, no. I noticed the light just blinked, is something going on?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. "To put it lightly, something bad is going on down town. The Droplet had some news about it, but the internet has been down for the past hour or so."

"That sounds pretty bad," Joseph says. "but why are you here? I don't remember seeing you around before."

"Oh, I live in 3B," you say and point diagonally up at your apartment the floor above. "Erica figured you'd be alone, and we are looking to get people who can help out lock this complex down. She went to barricade the entrance while I went to see you."

"3B, that's where James lives," Joseph says slowly and with more apprehension in his voice, looking at you with a hint of fear. "Does that mean..."

"I'm your friendly neighborhood structural engineer and dickgirl Jamie from 3B," you explain and give your package a pat and your chest a jiggle. "Oh, that reminds me, there seems to be some sort of weird thing going on, where people who are getting aroused might... well, change a bit. They can't really break character, it seems, but you can tell others have changed. Erica the janitor used to be Eric, I believe. Now he's a she and expertly hammers nails and fixes pipes in high heels and leather leggings."

"That's insane," Joseph says in an incredulous scoff, loosening his tie slightly as he stretches his neckline open because of a bad case of panic sweat. Or so you'd think at least.

"I wouldn't believe it myself if I didn't see it happening in person," you shrug and give the professor an apologetic look. It's not like you really can prove it to him quickly, anyway.

...Or maybe there is?