Miles couldn't focus on anything. She couldn't focus on the fact that the virus that had transformed her from a man to a girl with massive curves was still spreading across the world at an alarming rate. She couldn't focus on the news of riots and looting. She couldn't focus on the fact that she had recently been fired from her job for not being able to focus. She couldn't focus on the fact that her girlfriend had left her after she had caught her masturbating to the dick pics her friends had been sending her since she transformed.
She couldn't focus on the fact that even the president had contracted the virus as well and had just given a speech saying that everyone who has contracted and/or will contract it should embrace their new minds and bodies.
She tried not to focus on the fact that her humongous boobs were still slowing growing, threatening the structural integrity of the already ill-fitting clothing that her ex-girlfriend had left behind. She desperately tried not to focus on the fact that most of her thoughts were of having sex, getting pregnant, and spreading the infection to others. While enduring the state mandated self quarantine, Miles tried to focus on something relatively simple and innocent. She tried to focus on what her new name would be as a woman. She had narrowed it down to either "Miley" or "Mina".
No comments:
Post a Comment