You wake again on a mat, apparently in the same room. It seems some time has passed, as the nurse has been joined by a male student and they may have been talking for some time.
"...don't know why I took this dumb job. I don't get paid, not even class credit. Why am I putting up with it?" this big fellow [a senior?] grumbles loudly.
"Well for one thing, you get to snack on the girls when they reform here," answers the nurse, "and of course, you do get free sex as well. So do your best, and I'll give you some 'overtime'."
You hear a sigh a lot like those you have made at times when some chick was demanding way too much from you, but there was that chance she might say yes. As you had done, he now gets up and starts wandering the room, and stops at your mat and looks at you in a way you find quite scary... "Speaking of that... I'm still on break, right?"
Getting an affirmative, he gets down on top of you with his member leaving no doubt about what he intends to do. "Wait! Stop! I'm a boy!" you loudly insist as you try to push him away.
It's like pushing a wall, one that is falling on you. "Sister, you have obviously not looked in a mirror." the lad leers at you as he grabs your arms and ends your already futile resistance.
"Well, she hasn't been a girl long." the nurse breaks in, "She changed sex recently, and so she counts as a virgin. So you have to be gentle about it."
"He's supposed to be gentle about raping me?" you object. "Can't you stop him?"
"Relax, girlie," the lout orders. "You are going to enjoy it, and if it makes you feel any better, I am going to have to take more time with you and that time is coming out of my break time, not my work hours."
This hardly consoles you, but there is nothing you can do but be horrified as he grabs your magnificent mounds. What is more horrifying is that you can feel your body responding favorably to his attacking you. Each caress sends a thrill thru you even as you beg him to stop. Your new breasts are swelling with emotion and when he kisses them, your nipples harden with desire until they are tiny rocks.
Now his hand slides between your legs. You try to close them, but can't do it. You try to tell yourself he is holding them open, but you have this suspicion he is not the main reason his hand has easy access to your womanly parts. Fortunately[?] you have little time to consider the point as his stimulation of your soft flesh leads to a blinding, pulsing moment of release.
"Now she's ready." you are horrified to hear, or at least would be if you were coherent. But before you can gather your thoughts, much less your defenses, he is in position and pushing into you. A second later, you are a woman.
And for all your objections, at least temporarily a quite happy one. Again you are overwhelmed by a tidal way of emotion even as he shoves into you to the hilt. And before he can withdraw, you are wrapping your legs around him and clutching him close with your arms. You shutter with delight again as he thrusts again, and can't resist calling for more despite yourself. You can only hope nobody can quite understand your garbled request.
Again and again you climax as he pumps away. You have heard somebody's claim that the woman enjoys sex ten times as much as the male, a story you doubt, but it seems to be true this time anyway. Finally he grunts and releases his load into you. He gets up and off, to your relief and disappointment.
As you start to sober up, you hear him say, "That was fun. Maybe I should keep her."