Jill stared in silence at the photograph of her apartment for several seconds. Finally, after fully absorbing its details, she looked at the doctor.
"Okay, what did you do to my apartment?"
"What do you mean?" The doctor asked. "Oh, you mean your massive PORN collection?"
Jill winced. Yes, she was a woman with needs. Yes, she met those needs with shelves of porn magazines sticky from fingering herself and lots of videos almost too worn out to play. She spent two years without control of her own body, how else was she going to catch up on lost time? Trying not to make herself wet, she pushed it out of her mind and answered him.
"That's right, and my personal gym too. Release me and put them back immediately."
"Oh Jill. I'm sorry to say you never had either of those things. They're delusions. You imagined them because you weren't ready to accept that who you are didn't come from pumping iron on the couch all day or jerking off to too much misogynistic porn in your free time."
"Who I am? WHO I AM!?" Jill shouted. "I know who I am! I'm Jill Valentine, BSAA operative, formerly of STARS-"
"-and an insanely sexist shemale with plenty of big bulging muscles to go with the one in your pants."
Jill blinked at the next image in disbelief. That COULDN'T be her! It had to be a bizarre photo edit. Her head did not belong on that body with bulging arms, hairy armpits, bursting tits and a dick and balls too large to fathom on her figure.
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