Meet up with Erica

You go over to see how far along Erica's gotten with the barricades, and find her hard at work, sweating and huffing as she expertly swings and nails boards into place in her high heels and leather pants. She has noticed were on the way over and continued working until you were within speaking distance. It's probably wise to keep an eye out for trouble, so you're glad to see she isn't easily snuck up upon.

"That doesn't look like the Joseph the professor," Erica notes as she gives the pale-haired ephermal creature walking next to you a long look.

"And you're definitely not wearing an average janitor outfit," Josie retorts and strikes a pose as she looks around the courtyard, "but you seem capable nonetheless," she continues before reaching out a hand. "I'm Josie. A un-indentured sex-synth with, well, some education."

"Erica, the self-lubricating grease monkey handy girl," Erica says with an eye roll at the introductions.

"Oh? did Jamie give you inhuman abilities too?" Josie

"Inhuman abilit-..." Erica says with a confused look before it becomes one of exasperation, looking at you. "Wait a minute, did you fuck Joseph into a sex-synth?"

You don't really know how to wiggle out of this one, so your body shuffles a bit and tries to look as much as a innocent deer as you can. "Um, it was sort of an accident?"

"Well, I remember someone wrapping my hands around them to play with their tits, and within a few minutes I was sucking on your dick," Josie adds unabashedly, making you give her a frustrated glance for selling you out.

"Well, I kind of said babe and baby as part of some casual small talk, and wouldn't you know it, that kind of led from one thing to another, and I got sort of curious what you can, you know, say while in the mood, to change stuff."

"It seems highly likely that anything you say to a person in arousal can cause unnatural changes to said person," Josie adds. "A small digression, but I can as a sex-synth produce lubricants from my orifices. Even my saliva has better lubricating properties than normal human saliva, which doesn't say much, to be honest. Oh, and I am more or less impossible to tear and have impeccable flexibility and recuperation after being stretched beyond human limits," Josie concludes by presenting her massive butt plug, which moments before she had procured by sliding one hand up her dress, and with a wet sloshing plop pulled out . A few ounces of white fluid pours down the inside of her thighs, which she doesn't seem to really worry about. Considering her outfit is mostly latex, she can probably clean it off with one wet tissue.

Erica's eyes open wide for a moment at the size of Josie's plug and the pool of lubricant trickling onto the tarmac. "My salary is threatened by all of this," she mutters before gathering her wits again. "While we all are giving summaries of our life stories and special talents, I might as well mention mine: My non-sexual talents are manual dexterity, body control and a blue collar education. I haven't heard of any woman in the world that would be able to nail together a barricade of this magnitude in less than thirty minutes, in heels and while looking good," she says with a flourish of her hammer, presenting a very impressive and functional barricade behind herself. "I also am a heck of a shot, as I've spent way too much time bent over a shooting table in my teenage years, filling targets with lead, sometimes while getting filled myself," Erica continues before turning back and giving you the stink eye.

"Now, Jamie, beyond having a vivid imagination and turning girls and guys into sluts, what's your special talents?"

Oh she got you by your girl balls now, you think to yourself as you observe your external self's response to all of this.

"Err, um, I'm a building designer and project manager, comes with the field of being civil engineer by trade, I'd say. Beyond that I haven't really got many special talents, beyond my massive dick and the talent to get work done on a computer while being spit roasted in an office environment..." You hear yourself say, while trying to look cute....

Fuck your life. But you're the only one with a dick here, so we're going to find another dick for that... fuck, is your Jamie personality beginning to seep even more into your original personality? Maybe changing multiple times makes your original personality fade, or maybe it's a question of time. Either way, fuck your life in a non-sexual way.

"Well, there'll be no spit roasting with us three, since you're the only one with a dick," Erica groans, making a clack with a stomp of her heeled foot. It almost sounds like she's a bit disappointed there's not more dicks around, but at least it seems she's not going to suggest some harsher punishment for you accidentally fucking Josie over.

"Though, it might be possible to customize ourselves to more easily solve various challenges," Josie interjects. "Though for now I wonder if we should explore if the insides of this apartment is safe. I assume there would be more than just the three of us home?

"Yeah, there's that couple a floor over my place," you volunteer, and Erica rolls her eyes and mentions the others.

"Okay, so what's the plan, spit-roast multitasker?" Sophie asks, apparently more trusting in your opinions than Erica. Maybe you look more innocent than her, considering most people probably would think twice about asking someone who just turned them to a synthetic sex creature of the opposite gender. Maybe she likes getting ordered around?

Oh well, the question remains. What are you going to do next?