Sick leave

Adam's phone rang.

He had called out of work three days ago, blaming the changes for some unforeseen sickness. As he sat in his cramped apartment, his nervously tapping fingers drilling holes into his desk, he stared at the phone with frustration. The last few days had him feeling more and more frantic, ever since his run in with the shop girl.

He thought about calling her more than once… but the truth was he didn't trust himself. His center had been filled with a hot need, and he felt himself descending into almost a haze of lust. Anna confirmed that it was a result of the nanites but he couldn't overwrite it until he completed the King is Dead protocol tasks.

He groaned.

The last few days had been productive, at least somewhat. He'd grilled Anna about every aspect of the Nanites, the control system, their creators, the other user and his perverted reclassification system that he could think of. He was simultaneously disgusted that someone would rewire humanity like that and guilty that he'd won the equivalent of the lottery with his alpha status and his access to command. Especially after Anna notified him that user 003 had made another change to the alpha protocol. Apparently being physically superior wasn't enough. He wanted obedience.

And now Adam was a walking trigger for every other category.

His apartment felt smaller than ever. Pacing back and forth over the past few days, he had banged every limb on a different piece of furniture. His new body still took some getting used to. He wouldn’t let himself go outside. Every girl he saw while scrolling his phone, whether brainless bimbo, or charming coed, or succulent shortstack, heated his blood with lust. Heck, even the boys looked inviting, little helpless subservients with no other purpose but to be used. His body commanded him to go out, claim his territory, take what he needed until he was satisfied.

The phone rang again.

His boss, Carmen, had called him no less than four times today. He ignored his phone until it stopped. Given what he knew of the categories, she must be panicking. By now the changes must have wrapped up and, given that she'd apparently been sorted into the bimbo class, Adam was honestly surprised that she still had her job at all.

Then again, an emergency act of congress had made discrimination against any person based on the nature of their nanite-caused changes to be as illegal as discrimination against the color of your skin or what religion you practiced. Given that congress was suddenly filled with sexy femboys they certainly felt they had a personal stake in the matter.

The phone started ringing again.

Growling he grabbed at it.

"Adam McKellen."

"Adam? You need to come in."

"Ms. Himenez. I'm on sick leave, remember? For the changes?"

"Adam, we're all going through the changes, okay? But, like, I'm still in charge. And you have to come in. I need everyone to do a good job or they're going to send me home like they did for Cherry. She got all big and muscly and couldn't figure out how to make the copy machine give her more copies so she smashed it with a chair. Wait. Is that why they call her Cherry?"

"Uh, no I don't-"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm the boss. And you have to do what I say."

Adam could sense a theme.

"I don't know if that's-

"I know! Look, lots of boys called out this last week. You're embarrassed because you're basically a girl now right?"

"Um, well no-"

"It's fiiiine. Like, everyone is a girl now. And some of them are even, like cute? Anyways. I need you to come in for me, okay? And if you don't come in, you're fired."

The line clicked dead.