I work at a Neather checkpoint for my city and used to be the only uninfected on my team. ("Concerned parent" groups insisted on token uninfected "representatives" at each checkpoint - using dog-whistle terms to imply that Neather victims might want more outbreaks and therefore need supervised.)
I recognized my first symptoms almost immediately and ran to the EMP platform embedded in the pavement and called out the emergency code to my high-heeled colleagues. To their credit, they activated the pulse as soon as they saw me in place.
Because we caught my exposure so early, my symptoms aren't as extreme as most. Much of my original human skin is still visible and I'm not cursed with the normal bodacious bust but this petite cute package is still much more sensitive and horny than my old, heavy male one ever was.
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