You allow Jessie to inject you with the nanomachines

Not seeing much choice in the matter, you flip back your hair and hold it to the right, tilting your head in the same direction and exposing the smooth , soft skin of your neck.

“Just… be quick okay?”

“Aw, where would be the fun in that?” Jessie says, and you realize he’s already behind you. One hand snakes around you and lays itself against your flat stomach, while the other lifts the canister to your neck, the point of the syringe just touching your skin. You shiver at the cold, and the unwanted closeness.

“Doesn’t this almost seem like I’m a vampire, about to suck the blood out of a maiden?”

The image does strange things to your mind, and you bite on your lip hard. “Just d-do it alrea- Ah!”

You let out an involuntary and unmanly gasp as the needle pierces your skin as you’re talking. Jessie lets go of you and walks back around you.

“Sorry, wanted to distract you from the pain,” he says, concern on his face. “Now, you may notice a few side-effects, and I don’t want you to be concerned.”

“Wait… you didn’t say anything about side-effects!” you protest. Jessie gives a helpless shrug.

“We didn’t have a lot of time to waste arguing-you’re the one who said your body was feeling funny. Look, it’s nothing serious,. For example: your voice is going to sound very feminine..”

There’s something strange about the way Jessie’s voice sounds toward the end of that sentence, but before you can comment, you feel a wrench up and down your throat and you cough violently.

“Okay, maybe you need to sit down,” Jessie says, and leads you toward the sofa. Still wracked by coughing, you let him seat you on the couch.

When the coughing subsides, you look up at Jessie, who looks worried. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” you say - then stop short when you hear the sweet, honeyed tones emerging from your full lips. “Wh-what… what the hell…?!?” you say, but it’s no mistake: you now have the voice of a woman. And not just any woman’s, but one who could make a killing in the phone sex industry.

You leap to your feet. “Je-ssie!” you cry out, trying to sound angry and accusing, but to your ears it sounds horribly similar to a teenage girl trying to coerce her boyfriend to watch a romantic comedy.

Jessie backs away, his hands raised again. “Hey, don’t blame me! Look, it’ll at least slow down the effects of the pleasure ****… That’s what’s important right?”

You don’t tell him that keeping the last dregs of your masculinity was almost as important. Instead you clear your throat, and try to speak at a lower register. “Fine… ahem, fine…” you say, then sigh. It’s no use. That just makes you sound… sultry. You shudder.

“What now?” you ask.

“Well, the nanomachines work best when the subject is fully engaged, mentally and physically,” Jessie says. Strangely enough, he seems a bit nervous now. “So, I was thinking… since we have time to kill before my former access level is restored, what say you help me with that practice I mentioned.”

You stare at him suspiciously. “I suppose we could get that out of the way… what kind of practice did you have in mind exactly?”

“Ah, well…” Jessie scratches the back of his head, and looks away. You have a bad feeling about this.