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I decide to stay with Eva and see how the transformation plays out. I follow the medics who push Eva in her wheelchair but the brawny medic stops me. "You can't go that way," He says. "You have to wait in the lobby for her to be released."

"I'm her boyfriend," I lie. "Please, I want to be with her."

The man sighs. "All right, have Rosa take you upstairs. She'll show you where Eva is being treated." The medics disappear. You go to the lobby and find Rosa who shows you the way upstairs just as the brawny medic said.

I find Eva strapped down to a bed, struggling against the restraints. Her clothes have torn completely away, strips of fabric littered about the floor. A doctor and a security guard are in the room with her. The doctor wears a mask over his mouth and urges you to stay clear. "What's the problem with her?" The doctor asks. He is an elderly man with feathery white hair, probably somewhere in his fifties. I catch that his name is Doctor Ojeda.

"She's infected with the bimbo virus," I say. Dr. Ojeda chuckles.

"Television these days... but your girlfriend is in serious condition."

"Serious?" I ask, watching Eva squirm and moan. A telephone rings out. The doctor picks it up and listens before setting it down, his brows wrinkled.

"What exactly is this bimbo virus you speak of? Police have arrested several dozen women at a hotel downtown for public nudity and four officers are reported missing. There are strange eyewitness reports of..." Eva suddenly stops wriggling and lies still. The beeping on her heart rate monitor slows considerably and the doctor looks slightly alarmed. He leans down with his stethoscope and places it against Eva's naked chest, listening carefully.

"Brad?" Eva whispers softly. "Are you here, Brad?"

"Yeah?" I ask, rushing to move into her line of vision.

"I feel better now," Eva says quietly. "I think I want to go home." Dr. Ojeda pushes you back gently and turns to face Eva.

"You look healthy, but your condition--agh!" Eva spat in Ojeda's face. The doctor wipes her saliva off of his face, smiling. "I won't release you as long as you keep acting like..." He frowns and begins to pass his chest.

"Is everything okay?" I ask. "You didn't get any saliva in you, did you?" Dr. Ojeda dabs his face with rubbing ****.

"I don't believe so..." He seems distant, almost as if he were alone in the room. He pats his chest again before reaching for the telephone. "Rosa, can you send a nurse up here? I might need a little rest this afternoon." He nods and hangs up.

"I hate to do this, but I need to go. You don't want a tired doctor diagnosing your girlfriend, do you? A nurse will come to relieve me in a few moments. She'll help you with whatever you need, and hopefully by the end of the day--hurk!" Ojeda suddenly clutches at his chest again and stumbles, falling back against Eva's empty wheelchair. The security guard rushes over to help him up.

I try and steal a look but the hefty security officer blocks my view until he stands up, bracing Dr. Ojeda against his shoulder. Though I can only see his backside, the good doctor looks different... his white hair is starting to glimmer with a yellowish, blonde tint to it and is quickly growing out of his nearly-bald scalp until he has long, luscious, youthful hair. I watch as the thin doctor starts to grow wider at his hips, stretching his scrubs to the limit before they tear away. The security guard doesn't seem to notice what's going on at first.

"Wait!" I call out. "Don't touch him! He's infected!" The security guard ignores me and picks the transforming Dr. Ojeda up, slinging him over his shoulder. The doctor's buttocks inflate in front of me from the thin, leathery flat shape of an older man to a round, plump, and firm figure of great beauty. The doctor lies motionless during this but all of a sudden begins to thrash about in the security guard's arms. The man swears and sets the doctor down, allowing me to see the full extent of the changes.

I see that the doctor has grown a pair of breasts that continues to expand in front of my eyes, two inflating mounds beneath his solid white scrubs top. The elderly, white-haired doctor has become a large-breasted, curvaceous blonde woman. But strangely enough, that's not the weirdest effect the virus has had on him. I clearly spot dark red lipstick on his lush lips, and somehow or other I can see the outline of a bra underneath his scrubs. How the hell did his clothing change too?

"Whoa... what the fuck...?" The security guard asks.

"Did I stick myself with a needle or something?" Dr. Ojeda--or at least the woman who has formed the elderly doctor--smiles and walks up to the guard, wrapping her arms around his back. "I'm a dream... a wet dream... your wet dream..." She begins to unbuckle the guard's belt.

The guard chuckles. "Oh, yes you are..."

"No! Don't let her touch you!" I shout. "She's infected!" But before the security guard can react, the feminized doctor Ojeda pulls the security guard down and lands a sloppy kiss directly on his mouth. I see the two French kissing. Soon the guard begins to shrink, his muscles vanishing to reveal feminine curves. I don't have to wait for the transformation to finish before I realize I have to act.

Thinking quickly I run to the wall and pull the fire alarm. I know this will bring security right away, and hopefully, they will clear out some of the hospitals sparing as many people as possible from the virus. While the Doctor is riding what is left of the quickly feminizing security guard's penis you grab the gurney Eva is strapped to and push it out of the room. "Where are you taking me? Untie me, we'll get there quicker!" Eva asks and pleads with me. But I ain't not falling for it, if Eva had any control of this virus, that control is surely gone now.

"It's a surprise sweety." I sarcastically reply. I reach the end of the hallway and turn around quickly. I see security fighting with the Bimbofied Doctor and the security guard. I know this is a fight that probably won't win so I decided to not help. In front of me is the M.I.R. room, I push Eva through the doors surprising the techs inside.

"HEY! You can't come in here! That gurney is made of metal! What are you stupid or something?" The tech yells at me. He grabs Eva's gurney and starts to push me back out of the room so I grab your pepper spray and shot him in the face. "ARGH! What the fuck man! You crazy?"

"Shut up! Help me put this woman in the machine! She's got a virus or something and I need to know what the hell is going on with her!" I shout at the Tech. Eva begins pulling on her restraints again hard. "Damn it! We can't unstrap her like this! You got anything to knock her out?"

"Screw you, I ain't giving her anything! I don't have the authorization, for her medical work-up.....aaaarrrggghhhh" I spray him again.

"Do It! I ain't debating this with you! Just give her something that will knock her out for a bit." After some more convincing the tech gets out some relaxant **** used to calm patients down who freak out in the MIR. After giving Eva a normal dose, she shows no sign of calming down. I **** the tech to give her 5 times the maximum dose which does **** her to fall asleep, but her heart is still racing. The Tech and I unstrap her and put her into the MIR. The tech fires up the MIR and begins scanning her. Examining the scans the tech exclaims, "Woah.....what the hell is going on here?"

"What do you see?" I ask the tech.