Sigh... Sure,

You huff, stand up and give yourself a stern mental talk.

No matter how much you'd rather not, you admit to yourself you need to be a good girl and read your notes. That's what the authorities said you should do if you get exposed to this, and from what's going on with you, you're definitely exposed to it. And even though you're looking pretty hot, you feel you'd feel bad about giving up at the first challenge that's thrown at you.

"I hope Alex isn't awake yet," you whisper to yourself as you kick off your sneakers and tip toe into your room. She's a deep sleeper, and considering that you guys don't have much to do in lockdown, sleeping 8-10 hours a day isn't a bad investment.

You shuffle over to your computer desk and open a drawer, finding a few sheets of paper below a pile of old invoices. 'Jamie J. Jameson anchor' you've written in big notes on a front page of a pile of papers you've tied together with a string through binder holes. You notice that your computer desk has a lot of make-up kits, moisturizing creams and other effeminate items of convenience. You glance around the room and notice that the clothes that are visible are also very obviously feminine in nature. Huh, seems a lot of the stuff you own change when you do... but not these papers, apparently?

Oh well, you think to yourself as you sneak back out and close the door silently behind you. You hide the papers behind your back as you move through the kitchen past the pink notebook, and go into the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror.

"Fine, Jamie, lets see if this works," you say as you begin reading through your own notes in a whisper. "You're Jamie J. jameson, average guy with a degree in and job in structural engineering. You like chicks, playing games, watching television and not being in lockdown and being told to write portfolios describing your mediocre life." Fuck, you were not in a good mood when you wrote this... hopefully it's honest.

You read through the remaining details and start over, falling into a sort of monotonous rote memory inprinting ritual.

After the third time you've read through it, you are out of patience and look up at the mirror to look at yourself. "Woah," you say as you realize you've returned to your original form. "What the fuck, that was stealthy," you whisper as you run a few fingers through your stubble. Your pink top had become a pink sleeveless undershirt. On the chest the words "Jay Jay" are imprinted. You pull it off and toss it onto the floor. "I'll make the assumption you're infected," you say and point accusingly at the undershirt.

Fuck, you were that close to jerking off as a woman. Hell, the exercise was pretty much a masturbatory session as your body was closing your legs across your fat pussy as you were doing push-ups.

"...So you were a girl for ten minutes after reading my notebook" Alex asks after you're explaining what happened. Well, you did omit a lot of information about that part of the story.

"Erm, yeah. I became sort of exercise addicted, so I spent five minutes on the kitchen floor doing push-ups and sit-ups, maybe a quick set of lunges between those, I don't remember exactly..." you say as you notice the sneakers you had been wearing were still standing by your bedroom door. You pick them up carefully and put them out into the hallway on top of the container, where you have just pulled off parts of the tape to slid the undershirt and tainted notebook into it.

"Oh, sit-ups. Those can be fun," Alex smiles at you from the kitchen doorway.

"And dangerous, I almost ripped off my boyshorts to fingerfuck myself," you say as you return to the kitchen and wash your hands. Does washing your hands help against this? You don't know, it's probably too late for you anyway. "I've no idea what state of mind I'd be in if I orgasmed in that body.

"You'd be in my shoes," Alex sighed, looking a bit defensive but honest. "Which would have been sad. I mean, I'd still fuck you and we'd be best friends, probably like sisters, but I'd have to find a way to get dick in me."

"So you wouldn't have helped me turn back to my old self?" you ask, feeling bad about Alex current situation.

"Well, I guess I would heavily recommend it, so you could fuck me again. Also, I see that look on your face," she says as she moves up, wraps her arms around you and gives you a kiss. "I'm not angry you haven't **** me to try and turn back, Jamie. I might be changed, but I'm not insane... relatively speaking."

"Thanks, Alex. Even though we can't be sure that's what you would want to say, I fear it's too late for us to figure it out now."

"Yeah, I didn't write any other anchors," she shrugged with a small smile and shook her chest so her tits wobbled a little under her grey t-shirt. She had no regrets about losing her old self, that seemed certain, but you think her old self might have complained.

"I actually think you probably should write a new one," you say as she steals a kiss from you. "I think the book might have wanted to turn you into even more of a... mindless sex object."

"Mindless? It takes a lot of brain to do what I do," she smiled at you as she rubbed her crotch up against your right thigh. Of course, she's not even wearing panties.

"I didn't mean it as an insult to your current situation," you quickly add, blushing. "Though you certainly are going to make me die from dehydration if we keep fucking three to five times a day."

"Oh, in a month or so I will have trained you so well you'll be cumming a dozen ounces every day for me," she smirked and detached herself from your waist and thigh. "If not, we might have to experiment a little with that stuff we got in the hallway."

"That's a bit too much mad scientist for me," you say before you pause for a moment. Has the book changed her even without reading it? "Why don't you get some paper from my desk and start writing a new anchor for yourself, and I'll make us some food."

Alex pouts for a moment before nodding her head. "Fine, but then we are going to go on a raid again tonight. Right now this apartment is about as bad as the world outside, right? I'd love to get some more food to eat and maybe some more books to read."

"There was a public library half an hour west of here, if I recall correctly," you add as you look into the refrigerator. There's some supplies, sure, but you really could use some more condiments...