Just as your nanites are about to lunge up her skirt, Jessica abruptly turns and moves away from them. Their mass falls to the floor and separates into trillions of pieces scattering away to the edges of the wall and floor becoming invisible as they so perfectly change to blend in. Jessica is now coming right for you, her eyes looking at your stall as if focusing through the small crack or penetrating the metal. You instinctively lean back and look away pretending as if you weren't watching and hoping she isn't looking at you.
Jessica walks past your stall, and you hear the swinging door open and close on the one just beyond the one next to you, then the sound of a metallic click. The same sound as when you closed and latched your door. Then there's some rustle of paper that lasts about six or eight seconds. During this time you search Cassie’s memories and find a match to that. It's the paper seat protector, and your eyes turn to see the holder on the wall next to the toilet paper holder in your stall.
While all this was going on, your nanites were still trying to follow their initial programming and have crept silently around the walls towards the back of the stall that Jessica is now in. As Jessica holds up her dress and seats herself, the nanites flood upwards on the back and side of the bowl just out of her peripheral vision and again form the snake like thing just under the toilet seat.
You sit there quietly receiving signals from the nanites of their actions and Jessica's position. Though not like the pictures of a camera, the digital bits describing her are none-the-less as descriptive and detailed, actually more so as they can transmit all sensations and senses just as if you were right where those nanites are.
First it is relatively dark, but slowly sensors adjust, and you can see her rear: two golden melons curving together. The line between them grows wider towards the light filtering through a tangle of intricate strands on the the forward sides that begin to move apart and ...
Whoosh.
A flow of liquid with a smell of saline and ammonia shoots from the opening into the water below. It is yellowish-orange at first then comes some thicker mass with it that appears very dark. Your brain cells quickly discern the meaning from Cassie’s experiences: it's that time of the month for Jessica.
In less than a nanosecond, the nanites have altered their plan. As Jessica takes some of the toilet tissue and wipes herself dry, millions of the nanites suddenly swarm back to the floor and engulf Jessica's purse that she plopped there when she entered. They flow unnoticed inside and immediately surround the small cylindrical package. Their less than microscopic size allows them to move right through the outer plastic and into the air spaces within the cloth-like material of the cylinder. They also form an identical surface coating and extend the ends of the cloth cylinder with as many as they can before Jessica's hand reaches into the purse.
She pulls out the package and rips open the plastic outer bag. Then with her finger and thumb she extracts the nanite infested tampon.
How perfect. you think. She will infect herself, and I don't have to do anything. Soon she will be a part of me as well.
Next, you receive the nanites transmissions that ...
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