I control myself

That's a bold choice, fighting against your new succubus urges. Your pussy throbs with need as you straighten your suit and try to compose yourself, every movement sending shivers through your transformed body. The silvery fluid drips down your thighs as you struggle to maintain control.

Your enhanced senses make it almost torture - you can practically taste the masculine energy of the uninfected men nearby. Your new vagina clenches involuntarily, producing more infectious fluid. The scent of your arousal fills the bathroom.

"No," you whisper firmly, though your voice quivers with desire. "I'm still a lawyer. Still a professional." But god, the hunger is intense. Every cell in your body screams to seduce, to infect, to transform.

Through the bathroom door, you hear the intern's voice. He's right outside, his maleness calling to your changed form. Your nipples tighten against your shirt, your new clit throbbing with need. The nano-virus wants to spread, wants to use your body to complete its mission.

You grip the sink, fighting the overwhelming urge to throw open the door and take him right there...

What's your next move as you battle these powerful new instincts?