Gender Virus: Never work a normal job again

It made his stomach turn just thinking about it. Tom had done everything right: The right grades, the right schools, the right connections. Everything to ensure that he’d be successful, powerful, driven. And all it had taken was one wrong move to bring it all toppling down. 

His job had warned him when he signed on for the business trip to Hong Kong. Go to the office, go to the hotel, eat in your room. He had seen the same warnings around the airport as well. A particularly bad outbreak of the Gender Virus had practically ground business to a halt. His company would have pulled out too if the deal wasn’t critical - In fact, the only reason he had been able to go along as a junior associate at all had been because he had taken the place of his manager, who had pulled out at the last minute when he deemed the health risk too high.

But Tom had been dying to prove himself. He had actually jumped at the opportunity, desperate to prove himself as a hard worker. He had rolled the dice, and he had lost. One drink post-meeting at the hotel bar to blow off steam had quickly turned into five, and his drunken conversation with the woman sitting next to him escalated to a drunken hookup up in his room. Tom had tested positive for the virus the next morning, his one night stand having snuck out while he was asleep. While his coworkers had gone on to finish the deal and earn the recognition he had craved, he had found himself quarantined in a hotel, feeling his mind cloud with lust as the virus stripped his body of it’s masculinity. 

And now home, weeks later and nearing the end of the already generous leave package his job had given him to recover, it was time for Tom to face facts - There was no way he’d be able to work a normal job again. The truth was, as much as he tried to force himself to take an interest in his old business, he just couldn’t bring himself to care. Even looking at his return paperwork he could almost feel his mind start to cloud over, fighting against his newly rewired biology. It all seemed so… irrelevant compared to the pleasure his new body could give him. Even as he thought that, he could feel the clock ticking, his body itching to be satisfied again just hours after his morning masturbation in the shower. That usually kept him clear headed until the afternoon. Real sex kept the urges away for a day or two before they started creeping back, distracting him again. He had quit smoking years ago, but the feeling reminded him of how he’d get when he hadn’t had a cigarette in days.

The virus had rebuilt his body from the ground up to crave sex, to spread it to as many new partners as possible as fast as possible. He hadn’t been contagious since the first few days, but the mental changes were permanent. The virus’s parting gift to the woman it had made him into. If he wasn’t thinking about sex, men, or improving his chances of getting the first two choices, he could feel his focus start to drift until he was.

And as strange as it felt to even consider men romantically now, Tom was starting to come to terms with the fact that unless he wanted to keep up his routine of random hookups with strangers to keep himself satisfied, he needed to find himself a long-term boyfriend, and fast. Preferably someone just as driven as he used to be so he could maintain his old lifestyle. And one that matched his new sex drive!