You remain calm, and discover that more than your body has changed

You stare transfixed at your mirror image. This is... weird. A number of questions pop into your mind in quick succession. Is this temporary? Who are you? Did the video just change you, or also the world around you? If that video changed your body, did it also change your mind? Are you... into men now? Into submitting?

You take a deep breath, watching your breasts rise and fall as you do. No point in panicking. No. Look around. See if anything else has changed. It takes you only a couple of seconds to confirm that, yes, it has. For one, the bathroom looks a lot cleaner than it used to. And on the counter, there's a makeup bag. None of your housemates are women, so that means... yes, that bag has to be yours.

You immediately turn out of the bathroom towards your bedroom. It's changed. Drastically. In fact, it isn't even a bedroom, but an office of sorts. Or a hobby room. Apart from the collection of books and some camera equipment - you recognize it all as your housemate Todd's - there's a corner with a yoga mat, an easel and some painting equipment. And on the wall, a number of somewhat risque nudes of... of you.

Okay, so it seems you do live here. Well, not here, in this room, exactly, but at least in the apartment. And so does Todd, and, you presume, also Michael and Jim. You remember seeing the latters favourite mug standing on the TV table as you crossed the living room earlier.

You look back at the photos. That's you. You, tied up, or posing in various postures of submission, presumably by Todd. The photos are all quite tasteful, more like art than porn, but still. You're noticing that you're starting to become quite turned on. You sit down on the office chair, and swivel around so that you can continue to gaze upon them as your hand moves down between your legs.

A jolt shoots though your body as the first finger brushes against your clit. Your new sex is sensitive, much more so than your old. You've handled female genitalia before, but the sensation of having them touched is alien. Alien, but very pleasurable.

At first, you're merely staring at the photographs, at the sexy little woman in the photos. But as your arousal grows, you're starting to view yourself in those photographs. You're starting to imagine yourself kneeling, your hands tied behind your back, your naked breasts strutting forward. Or with your face to the ground, your ass up in the air, presenting your naked sex. Soon, Todd is there, too, taking your photos as you expose yourself to the camera. Then, he too is naked, kneeling behind you. Entering you, as he tells you what a good little **** you are. And then... you come. A powerful orgasm, your body writhing in pleasure. Like earlier, your vision is dimming, the world around you starts to slip away, and then...

You hear a voice behind you. "Well, aren't you a naughty ****, Jennifer?" It's Todd.