Residual personality bleed-through

Walter maintained his pose but suddenly spoke in a sultry, high-pitched female voice that sent a jolt through the room. "Why, stud muffin, you getting hard for me?"

Thomas's eyes widened in shock and arousal. "W-Walter?" he stammered, his face flushing red. "Is that you?"

Walter chuckled softly, transitioning back to his regular male voice. "Shit, that was weird," he said, standing up and turning to face his colleagues. "Must be some residual personality bleed-through from Junia. I felt like a fucking bimbo for a second there."

Thomas let out a nervous laugh. "Well, you certainly sold it. I almost bought a ticket to the show."

Walter smiled, then suddenly his expression softened, and his voice shifted back to the high-pitched, sultry tone of Junia. "Aww, sweet cheeks, you know you loved every second of it," she said, batting her eyelashes playfully.

Thomas rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, alright, enough with the show already, Junia—or Walter, or whoever the hell I'm talking to."

Walter shook his head slightly, regaining control of his voice and demeanor. "Alright, that's enough of that," he said, his voice back to normal. He looked at his colleagues, who were all wearing varied expressions of amusement and confusion. "I think we can safely say that the transformation is more than just physical."

One of his colleagues raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Walter shrugged. "I mean, I could feel her—Junia—in there with me. It was like she was riding shotgun in my head." He paused, then added with a hint of discomfort, "And my pussy—I mean, Junia's pussy—was wet. I think that might have been a trigger."