You accidentally make a choice.

Your mind is still reeling from the techno babble the woman just spouted off, and the only thing that seems clear in your mind is that you want to be the one to choose, not her. Whatever other ideas she has that she didn't say are undoubtedly worse than your current situation. In an effort to go over your options again, you begin to mutter.

"An inter-dermal seal of cis... what?"

"Cis-1, 4-polyisoprene." She concludes with satisfaction. She marks something on her clipboard, and passes it to one of the attendants. "A good choice Ms. Doe."

"Wait a second, That's not why I was..."

Dr. Lybeck interupts you. "Fortunately, we have all the necessary apparatus present already, and can begin immediately." She turns to Sam. "Samantha, if you please. We'll need to temporarily convert this lab to a clean room for an operation, if you'll kindly wait outside we'll have Miss Doe out and free within the hour."

She seems unsure at first, but with a nod she resolves to trust the good doctor. "Thanks... John really can get in so much trouble sometimes. Sorry about this."

Wait a second! How is this your fault?! It's not your fault the girl with the psychic pheromones in a bondage swing begging people to fuck her was in an unlocked room... The brief recollection of your intercourse sends a pulse of pleasure through your loins, and curiously, the bondage of your own situation seems to make you hot and bothered as well.

When you come back to your senses, you realize that Sam has left, and you're now flanked on all sides by masked people in scrubs, with Dr.Lybeck between your outstretched legs. She looks around to the attendants. "The effects of the contagious arousal shouldn't be very intense yet, but guard yourselves ladies..." You crane your neck and try to look down. You manage to see that the doctor has cut your panties off, and exposed your dripping needy pussy to the open air.

You can feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning, and moan at how unexpectedly sensitive your new anatomy is. Dr.Lybeck begins to wipe vigorously at your pussy and waistline with some sort of antiseptic, only serving to strengthen your growing arousal. It seems you're not the only one, as Dr. Lybeck herself seems to become increasingly flushed in the face, and one of the nurses even scurries out of the room quickly, presumably to take care of the need welling up in her own body.

You cry out as an electric pulse of stimulation courses through your groin as the doctor pushes something against your pussy. You faintly hear the doctor dictating her actions to some unseen recorder. "Adhering remote edger to accelerate the timeline of the reversal procedure..." You begin to make out a skinny U shaped device cradling your clit, and hugging your labial lips. Dr. Lybeck holds it in place for a minute while the adhesive sets, but it's simply too much, and you begin rutting against her hand.

You hear her state. "Nurse, please sedate the patient." And within moments some gas nozzle is over your mouth and nose.

"Wait!" You stammer. "I-I'll be good."

As your world becomes less cognizant, you glance down to see Dr. Lybeck breathing heavily, while leaning against a counter top. It seems that the effects of your projected arousal have hit her especially hard. Her mask is off, and her face is fiery red with need.