Linda begins to change

about a couple of hours after Linda was infected the first symptoms began to appear.

Linda felt full of energy and a little hot, she didn't understand why, after all being a waitress wasn't the most satisfying of jobs, when she was young she wanted to be an actress but she had to face reality, her acting talent was mediocre and the few amateur directors who would hire her to be an underpaid extra or worse they proposed her to participate in porn films which she categorically refused, after all having a large breast did not mean being a depraved.

anyway it was 10:22, about three hours left of her work shift (6:30am-2:00pm) and this strange charge of energy made her far too imperative, then she started to notice something was wrong, she realized she was staring at people more often than she should and evaluating their appearance in a... positive way.

She had always compared herself to other women and she didn't mind giving her number to some cute college boy who came to eat there but today she felt almost... excited and craving intimacy.

Linda thought of trying to call some of her "friends" and see if they were available, occasional lovers who had kept in touch but who had been firm in agreeing that they wanted to have fun without consequences, obviously she would have to wait until the end of the shift after all the owner of the dinner party regularly alternated between the counter and the kitchen and didn't want to risk losing his job.

she tried to concentrate on doing her job but that feeling of warmth seemed to increase by the minute and things got strange.

she felt like her chest was heavier than it should be, which was stupid, sure the huge chest was oversized for her height but she had been used to it for years since he had grown, but she had started to think strangely that it was strangely heavy and that it should be more right if it was a larger size smaller, she immediately labeled the thought as stupid, her breasts as stupidly large as they were made it easier for her to find work and attention from men, in fact they were her sexiest part.

another unusual thought entered her head, she should enjoy them, such sexy breasts, if she met a woman with similar proportions she would press them against her is....

Linda stopped at the thought, she had never been attracted to women and now she was thinking about it lasciviously? it wasn't normal, even more abnormal the thought that those breasts weren't hers and that she should enjoy them while she could continued to buzz in her head.

Linda continued to work and as the discomfort for these strange circumstances grew along with these thoughts her body also slowly began to change.

her body fat had begun to burn and transform into something else, Claire after all was a tall woman while Linda was a good ten shorter, in the space of three hours she had grown three centimeters and her waist began to take on a more sensual shape, the base of her hair had begun to fade from black to brownish certainly still far from Claire's blonde but after all it was only the beginning.

over the next few hours Linda's muscles began to lengthen and weaken, after all, Clare was doing a totally intellectual job

while Linda was doing more intense physical activity, carrying plates, standing for hours on end, this was starting to affect her work, her muscles felt sore while making efforts that no longer matched their strength but despite this she still felt full of energy and in the short moments of rest the muscular pains quickly eased, which was absurdly strange.

Linda began to suspect that she was sick, she touched her forehead with her hand. her forehead was hot as if she had a fever but not a strong one but she noticed another strange thing, her hand felt cool and smooth as if she had no calluses, which was not possible with all the work she did every day.

a part of her told him that it was normal, it was how her hand should be but it was a dissociative thought compared to what it should be. not that she prefers having calloused hands but surely they weren't like that before?

Linda tried to distance herself from these strange thoughts, trying to fantasize maybe she would call her last lover Claire after work.

She stopped when she realized she had thought of the name of a woman she didn't know, her last lover was definitely called Scoth and she had never been with a woman before, yet if she thought of the name she could imagine her... it was one of the little twins from this morning, they were definitely sexy and one of them had seemed rather flirtatious towards her but imagining her in bed..... ..... she didn't mind, in fact at this moment she almost felt like it was a shame not to have asked her phone number.... which for some reason she felt she knew, it was increasingly strange, she decided that when she finished work she would call Scoth for an evening and take some medicine for the fever, then these bizarre thoughts would disappear.