Dr. Lybeck chimes in

Dr. Lybeck steps into your periphery, the clack of her heels are resounding and demanding of your attention. "Out. In fact, I believe he's enjoying a well deserved afternoon at the lodge spa for the moment. The spon..."

Interrupting her, you shout out. "Well... Get... Get him... her back!"

She drops the clip board on a nearby desk with a clatter, then crosses her arms. You meet her steely gaze for a few fleeting moments, before looking down.

"As I was saying," She continues. "The spontaneous cognitive transference was only a partial success, and not without its side effects." She picks up a device like a handle with a small steel ball on the tip, and runs it across your forehead. She examines the display, then continues. "Side effects that you're undoubtably already experiencing."

A bit flustered, and snap back. "You mean how I'm in some woman's body!"

"No, that was the intended effect."

"Intended! I-I said I didn't want to participate in any of your experiments. Now Change. Me. Back!" You wiggle uselessly within the harness, struggling to get free, alas the unyielding cuffs hold tight. "And get me out of this damn harness too!"

Lybeck is as cool as ever, and as she gazes at you, arms crossed, you can only detect the faintest squinting of her eyes. "That's no longer possible Mr. Doe. Besides, if you recall your participation in this experiment was quite... voluntary. Now if you'll behave, we can continue, otherwise I have other experiments to attend to that did not account for this interruption." You look to Sam who scrunches up her lips and shrugs. Seems like you're on your own with the complaints.

Dr. Lybeck continues, "Put simply, Mr. Doe, you've swapped bodies with Ms. Lorel after sex, as was the design of the experiment. The unintended side effect being that her, now your, bodies urges are increasingly uncontrollable, and apparently have a similar effect on the people around her. Naturally, such an effect like that would run rampant out in public. The outcome would be disastrous."

She adjusts her glasses. "We HAD a solution, which was due to be administered this afternoon before you came along and introduced... complications. The same neurons responsible for the increasing arousal are the same ones that allow you to control the cognitive transference. To bring them into order, the treatment must be administered when they are at their most uncontrollable."

"So, I have to be some nympho slut before you can cure me?"

She smirks. "That's one way to put it."

You wiggle within the harness, suddenly realizing what she meant about the side effects becoming apparent. It's not much yet. It's hardly more than a passing interest, but you can already detect a need welling up within you.

"There are a few ways we can achieve this. I'll give you a choice, once. If you prove too troublesome, I'll take matters into my own hands."