A Very Special VR Helmet

Strutting through the halls, Recovery Girl moves with vigor. She giggles to herself as she sways her hips, feeling more alive than ever. Her old aches and pains are a thing of the past, the energy inside her making sure to keep her in tip top shape. Behind her, Jiro struggles to keep up with her pace.

Unsure of where they're going, Jiro tries to think of what might be this direction... though her bimbofied mind continues to be distracted. They pass the spot where she talked to Midnight just a few hours ago, and she looks back, lagging behind as a foggy memory starts to surface. "I was... here." She tilts her head in confusion. "Why was I so scared?" She knows she's changed, but the thought of being scared of her new body almost seems silly now, she'd write the thought off completely now if she hadn't gone through so much with her friends changing before her very eyes, that fear etched so deeply into her brain.

"Hey Recovery Girl?" She asks, still looking back at the end of the hall. "Shouldn't we be a bit more cautious about all this?"

Recovery Girl laughs, before stopping and turning towards a closed door. "We are being careful dear~ But we're like, in a unique circumstance... Don't you wanna learn what's making you so hot and bothered?"

Jiro blushes. "I-I guess so..."

"Good!" Recovery Girl chirps, before opening a door, revealing the interior of the support course workshop. Inside, various unfinished products are strewn about, the place looking like a mess. Flipping the light on, the nurse scans the room carefully, until her eyes light up. "Ah, there it is!"

Jiro cautiously enters behind her, unsure of why they're here exactly. "What are we looking for here?"

Recovery Girl hums to herself, grabbing a device shaped like a helmet from the table. "This'll be better if you don't know... you can have a seat right there love..." She says, pointing to a chair.

Jiro raises an eyebrow, but ultimately feels like she should listen, and sits down. The wooden chair feels scratchy against her bare back, her skirt being the only thing protecting her from the elements. She waits patiently, trusting Recovery Girl.

Typing away at a small keyboard on the table, Recovery Girl squints at a small screen on the side of the helmet, her manicured nails making for a satisfying clacking of each key. "Aaaannnd.... done!" She says, standing up straight and bringing the helmet to Jiro. "Put this on."

Nodding, Jiro strangely feels like listening, despite the fact she's been given no information on what's really happening. She slides the metal dome onto her head, the tips of her short hair barely sticking out of the edges wildly. Recovery Girl walks back to the keyboard and hovers a finger over the enter key.

"Ready?" She asks.

Jiro takes a breath. "I guess?"

Without another word, Recovery Girl presses enter, and a faint buzzing is heard as the helmet comes to life. Blinking lights and small vibrations massage at Jiro's head, causing her to grip onto the edges of her seat. "Uh... Miss Recovery Girl?" She finally asks, her worry about the situation growing stronger. "What exactly is this supposed to be doing?"

Recovery Girl smiles deviously, sitting on the edge of the table, her legs apart, revealing her panties under her skirt. "Well Jiro, this was a helmet made by one of your peers, Mei Hatsume..."

"Right?"

"I asked if she could come up with a more compact way to get proper brain scans, so I could diagnose neurological issues better. She did such a wonderful job, but being she's a little... out there..." Recovery Girl giggles. "It has some other features as well~"

Jiro feels her head growing fuzzy, in a different way than when she transformed. Everything around her begins to look strange, the edges of her vision growing dark. "Like... what...?" She asks, her voice strained.

"Hmm..." Recovery Girl taps a nail on her bottom lip. "It would be hard to explain in such a short time... let's just say it's a type of virtual reality, a simulation that's generated from your most prominent thoughts. If we're gonna get to know how this virus functions, I want a really good idea of how your altered brain works~"

Jiro feels a spike of adrenaline run through her body. "Wha- What?" Her eyes grow droopy, everything growing dark as the scan of her brain completes. "But... my brain... not right..." She fades out, falling asleep as the helmet begins its construction of Jiro's personalized simulation.