No hangover

You wake up feeling refreshed, surprisingly. A little sticky... but you're not feeling your normal morning wood. You look up... oh, you never stopped the porn flick, so it's playing on repeat... currently with a very large chested blonde nursing a brunette. Hmm... you keep watching, and start to feel warm... but the sensation isn't the familiar one. It's hollow and... wet? You take a moment to sit up and look down st yourself, and stop.

You can't see your dick... because there are two large fleshy orbs in the way, each one bigger than your own head. What the hell? You grab one... and feel the doftness, warmth, and weight with your hand... which is now delicate and feminine. Worse, though, is that you feel your hand on your chest. Steeling yourself, you reach down between your legs... and not onlydo you not find your block and tackle, but you find a moist slit, and... ooh, that feels so good....

Pulling yourself together, a voice comes from the house sound system... your old boss again, "Ah, you're awake. Well... umm... good news, you were right that it wasn't ready."

You take a slow breath, "You think?" Then another, "So... failed experiment, then? I obviously can't debug the thing without equipment, and you're not going to give me that because you can't have me reporting you."

The delay again... "Well... the board discussed it... and don't actually consider this a fatal flaw. You're still alive and coherent, they can live with being women if it means they get to live." He pauses, "Any guesses as to the cause?"

'He's fishing... wants me to confirm I'm still smart... so I need to stop being coherent...' you think to yourself. "Like, I dunno, maybe the modeling is broken somewhere?" 'They should be scared of losing their minds,' you consider, 'uncharted territory for everyone, if I Just fake sliding into bimbohood, they might consider it worthless and leave me be... and then I can plot an escape.' You also decide to continue exploring your new anatomy with your fingers... and turn up the aggression with it, as part of your pretend slide down the intelligence scale.

"Umm... I'm not allowed to stop watching you..." your old boss speaks up after a bit, "Umm... do you want to cover up?"

You continue, feeling a build up to... something... and pant out, "Oh, right... I shouldn't be like this, but I can't seem to stop... so good...." you keep it up, finding that little magic button and working it hard, increasingly frantic, until finally... you scream out in pure pleasure as something in your torso releases.

And over the speakers, you hear the first fruit of your deception: "That could be a problem...."