Eric, the apartment complex's janitor

You decide you have to go out and talk to someone about this, and you figure you might as well go to the guy with the most authority in the building.

You step into some two inch wedge shoes that your new persona loves and put on a jacket to keep the cold out, without hiding your butt. You step out of your apartment, lock the door and begin walking down the stairs of your apartment stairwell, the inner you finding the jiggle of your butt exotic and your new hips and height unnerving, while the external you is doing his best to unconsciously roll your hips to show off your curves to any theoretical observer. You step outside and traipse over to the stairwell entrance where Eric the janitor lives.

You don't really have a amicable relationship with Eric, seeing how he's the guy whose job is to fix and arbitrate what's your fault and what's the complex' fault, you and him have had your arguments. Then again, he's just a middle guy and he's been doing his job well when there's problems that's under the apartment owner's responsibilities.

"Hey, Eric, remember that time I got real drunk and offered to be your teaspoon for the night?" your external self mutter to yourself and you roll your eyes. Great, lets hope that didn't happen. Eric is a mid twenties bachelor who loves to party, but you don't see him as a guy who'd be into men, even if they were cute, girly and all into getting pegged.

... Are you getting worse? You're feeling a bit energetic and jiggly after prancing across the courtyard in your clacking wedge shoes. It's only been like fifteen minutes since you jerked off as well, so you're finding the rapidly arising arousal a bit worrying.

Either way, you walk down the hallway to one of the first floor apartments stuck in an inside corner the janitors and cheapskates are "gifted" with and ring the door bell.

"Who is it?" a female voice calls from inside. Weird, is Eric having family over?

"Erm, it's Jamie from 3B," you call back, as you hear footsteps moving over to the door, probably to look through the peephole.

"3B? That's Thomas' place." The female voice replies before you hear a chain sliding up and the door opens.

A woman holding a pistol is giving you the stink eye from inside Eric's apartment, and you begin to regret the trek. "Get in, I don't think it's safe outside."

You pause for a moment, but decide to slowly move into the room. The woman keeps her distance and closes the door after you.

"I'm not armed," you tell her with a hint of nervousness in your voice. Not a lot of people have guns to begin with, and you've never really experienced a situation where people authentically carry it while being worried about stuff."

"I can tell you're not much of a fighter, yeah," the woman replies as she puts the pistol in her left hand and uses the right one to lock the door and fasten the chain. "So you said you're Jamie from 3B? I only know a James that lives there, though, your face certainly looks the same."

"I'm Jamie and I live in 3B," you say and nod with a small curtsy, finding a way around your external persona's refusal to reference your past life. "Things seem to be happening in town. Are you related to Eric?"

"I'm Erica, your janitor," the woman says and looks a bit conflicted for a moment. Aha.

"You jerked off too?" you say with wide eyes and a pointing finger, a bit relieved to figure out what's going on with this gun-toting female.

"What? that's-um, well, yeah, but. Fuck, you're really James? This is weird, to say the least."

"I'm Jamie, but I get what you're saying. I read the news about the chaos downtown on the Droplet, got a bit horny, and now stuff seems to be happening with other people changing when they jerk off. Streets are pretty much empty outside, and I'm a bit worried we should maybe hunker down, and figured it would be best to find you to get help."

"Well, I guess I can be of use beyond getting fucked while fixing douchebag tenement renter's clogged pipes," Erica says before a blush crosses her face, but you take it in a stride.

"You get fucked while working like you're in some bad pornography? I get my butt pinched every other minute at work, and some of the guys peg me in the bathrooms now and then and **** me for it," your persona reply sympathetically and giggles. "I don't mind much though, adds a little spice you the daily grind."

"Well, I guess I can't complain when I'm usually instigating it by talking dirty all the time and not saying no to anyone," Erica shrugs and glances at your crotch. "Wait, you're not female?"

"I'm a boi, yeah," you note apologetically and pat your flat chest and your tight crotch bump. "Blessed with my mother's hips and my grandmother's butt, cursed with my father's junk. Though, a good prostate dicking is pretty awesome." Urgh, this persona.

"I'd take a dicking up my pussy over a dicking up my asshole to be fair, but dicks are great," Erica says in that co-conspiratory voice, glancing at your neatly wrapped manhood now and then. She wasn't kidding when she said she was getting into sexual situations, she's practically begging for cock from someone that probably reads like a very gay person.

You smile and momentarily shake your head. "I think we're a bit off topic. The city seems to be going through some bad stuff."

Erica seems hesitant to leave the subject, and some part of you is telling you you wouldn't feel too bad about getting off with the help of a woman. You definitely prefer hunky boys dominating you, but having to use your cock at the command of a woman isn't the end of the world. Still... do you have time for this?