Rodney's infection...

Rodney awoke naked on the floor of the supermarket break-room with a groan of pain.

His skin felt as though it were stretched too-tight over his tortured muscles, both his head and body ached completely. Something seemed… different. His eyes swam into focus in the dimly lit room as he searched for a clock or watch to tell the time. It felt like they had been going at it for hours–maybe even days–then his eyes came to rest on the three girls cleaning themselves up about the tiny break-room sink.

“How disappointing,” The brunette said scornfully, “He barely lasted a day and a half…”

“Oh please,” Claire rebuked softly. “He wasn’t that bad, we all got what we wanted.”

“You mean you got what you needed!” the blonde spat, clearly frustrated “He spent more time fucking you than either of us…”

“What can I say girls?” Claire replied, radiating smug satisfaction.

Rodney felt a sense of something terrible steal over him, that odd feeling of differentness became one of bladder-weakening dread. Something was wrong… really wrong. His whole body felt unfamiliar to him and when he painfully raised one hand before his face, he gasped in horror.

It was slender, delicate and… feminine. He grabbed at his chest and shrieked in wordless panic as he found soft fleshy mounds where there had once been only smooth skin. He cried out desperately and all three XXX-girls turned to… her.

“Look who’s awake.” The brunette said casually, straightening up her tiny skirt.

“What have you done to me?!” Rodney was horrified.

“We didn’t do anything to you” the buxom blond said calmly brushing her golden tresses back. “You fucked us silly just like you wanted… like all of us wanted.”

“I didn’t want this!!” Rodney sobbed. “I’m a guy! What the hell happened!?”

Her hands shot to her bare crotch but found nothing there beyond two soft womanly lips, a heart-wrenching moan welled up from deep within her soft, smooth belly. Claire looked down sympathetically and kneeled beside her to stroke her now long, lush hair.

“It’s alright…” She said softly brushing Rodney’s glossy blonde hair away from her pretty face, “…you’re one of the girls now, I could even talk to the manager about getting you a job here helping us.”

“You all did this to me.” She wept in protest. “You all infected me with your… girly plague!”

“Oh shut up!” The angry Brunette snapped sharply “You wanted to fuck us, so quit your whining! You even had a cure, didn’t you? Blame it then, not us.”

With that she and the blonde marched from the room pulling on their tiny uniform tops and slamming the door behind them. Claire just watched Rodney with a tender expression. Like she wanted to help the new girl fit in.

“Don’t mind them, you succumbed a little quicker than we might have liked. So they’re a bit disappointed.” she explained softly.

Rodney didn’t reply as an unfamiliar feeling took hold in her new womanhood. A **** alien need for… something. Claire looked down at Rodney’s glistening new cunt and covered a quick giggle with her hand over her mouth.

“Well… it looks like you’re already foaming at the pussy. You better watch out for that, it’s a dead giveaway that you’re a skank!” she said, chortling.

“What’s a skank?” Rodney asked breathlessly, sliding her fingers towards her own new opening.

“It’s what we call someone that changed while using a preventative or cure” Claire replied “They contain some weird chemicals so now your new female pheromones and hormones will be going a bit crazy. On the other hand your natural smell will drive men wild!”

Claire helped Rodney to her feet.

“Come on, we’ll get you fitted with a sexy little store uniform and a new name… how does Roxie sound?”

The newly named Roxie looked at her hopefully…

“Do you think it sounds slutty enough to get a man to fuck me?” she asked eagerly as she was led naked from the break-room.