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MAGIC AND MALICE AT THE MOVIES A GENDER SWAP TALE Rachel Rose Parker It's been a loooong time since my first story published on Fictomania, and boy has it been crazy! Thanks to all the wonderful feedback, I went and rewrote my first story (which I hope to post here in the future), but also undertook a brand new story that kinda grew a lot bigger than I expected. Hopefully you will find the post lengths good enough to do until I post the following parts in a few days, but if you want the full story ASAP, it is available on Kindle, just search my name. Please do enjoy, and I'd love to read any feedback! It's so nice to hear what people think of something that you dedicate so much time into! And speaking of, this is dedicated to all those who are embarking on this adventure with me. I couldn't do this without you. **************** Chapter 1 "Oh, come on!" My soldier's head was eviscerated as Joey sniped me with a long range rifle from some unseen vantage point AGAIN. I let out a groan as red filled my field of vision. A prompt appeared on the screen asking me to continue, respawning me right back into the action. I looked over at Joey and could see a sly grin cross her face. I don't care what people say, girls are fucking great at video games. Or at the very least, no one told Joey they weren't supposed to be. "Come on. Why don't you make it tough on me?" She chuckled. "Come out from hiding and we'll see what you're made of." Another shot rang out in the game and I started button bashing, trying to avoid another loss at the hands of Joey in our one-on-one game. We were spending a lot of time between our classes getting our gaming on and having a laugh. "How the hell you do you keep getting me, Joey?!" "Rule number one of combat, my soon-to-be bullet ridden friend," she taunted. "Misdirection is the best offense against an adversary." We were both 23, hitting the end of our college experiences, both in computer science, and making the best we could out of the time we had before we had to go out into the real world and get proper career jobs. Joey worked in a local multiplex, whereas I was... In between jobs right now. I was living at home, and telling the parents I was on the job hunt, but really, I had no intention of taking a nametag job. I'd much rather make the extra push for my proper career and spend the extra time enjoying life before things got too mental. I wouldn't want to be spending those precious days working a menial job, as Joey was doing- BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. And was about to head off to now as her phone alarm sounded. "Ah lame! Guess I'll just have to whoop your ass some more tomorrow before work, Steve." She grabbed her hoody and threw it on over her red work polo shirt, complete with gold letting around the cinema's name on one breast. She reached into her bag, making sure she had her square nametag that would be pinned over the other breast. It was a weird habit she had, not leaving it on unless she was working. Black slacks that hugged her hips and plain black shoes rounded out the uniform. Standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder, she stretched, working her muscles after the last few hours of gaming. We spent a lot of time together gaming, and a lot of people wondered if we were hooking up. To this point, we hadn't. We were just extremely close friends. More like two halves of a whole. I eyed her up and down, wondering should I have had the thought of hitting that run through my mind. Why hadn't we ever tried getting it on? I stood up to let her out. Though shorter than me, Joey looked quite tall owing to her slightly lanky body frame. Her hips were quite narrow and her breasts were B-cups at the best. Not that I should be judging anyone based on looks. I wasn't bad looking, per se, but after quitting sports after high school, I had gained a good bit of mass around my midsection in my ensuing college years. I kept the computer nerd aesthetic alive with floppy hair and a beard, but I tried to keep it more Silicon Valley geek than Gamergate basement dweller. More and more during these long days spent gaming instead of studying, I had increasingly found myself thinking of her and what she might look like under that uniform, but I always found myself coming back to remembering that she was in fact one of my oldest and closest friends and I didn't think of her that way. Or did I...? Man, you could go crazy wondering these things! It's got to be possible for a guy and girl to be friends without needing it to be sexual, right? "You up for grabbing a few beers in the student bar tonight once you're done, Joey?" "Na, afraid I'm on till closing." "Jeez, really? That's the third time this week. They're really running you ragged, man." "What can I say? I'm married to my job." "Well, give it a few months, and we will both be clear of this 'serving on the public' stuff." "That's the dream, Steve. That's the dream. Right, I gotta go. You want some advice? Go play some matches online and get some practise in. I'm still going to whoop you tomorrow, but at least you might think you've got a shot." We high fived and gave each other a hug as she laid in to me with her terrible smack talk. One day I would get the better over her at these games, I swear. She left for work, leaving me to my own devices. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped back down in front of my consoles to continue playing. A few minutes past, where I did my best to beat some people in an online multiplayer match, unsuccessfully. Putting my controller down in frustration, I noticed something red sticking out from between the cushions of the seat Joey had been in. It was her red work hat. I groaned. Apparently work were sticklers for the uniform, and if she showed up without her hat, she could get in big trouble. I groaned at the coming effort to reunite her and her hat. First things first, I tried calling her, hoping to catch her before she was too far away, but she didn't answer. She walked to work, so I wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't feel the phone vibrating. I threw the hat back on the couch and put my hands up. What was I supposed to do? She shouldn't have forgot the hat. It wasn't my fault, and it wasn't my problem. ... Except the guilt at leaving a friend high and dry like that was pummelling my conscience. I threw the controller down, grabbed my jacket, and grabbed the hat. Looks like I was making an unexpected side quest to deliver this very important piece of her uniform. *** Walking into the mall towards the cinema, the place was buzzing with activity. Tuesdays were student night, so all the students not in working on projects were out living it up. I could only imagine how busy Joey would be in work tonight. I reached the multiplex and entered it. It was a nice place, newly done up, red carpet, black and gold colour scheme, and bright light boxes advertising the food combo offers (as well as the cinema listings, but those were a bit less clear to see. Clever marketing). Popcorn filled my nostrils and the sound of it popping, along with the unmistakable fizz of soda being pumped from a dispenser filled my ears. The foyer was packed, with queues snaking around the room. I was glad I wasn't going to be there too long. Hopefully the student bar wouldn't be nearly as swarmed. I looked around, trying to spot Joey. I kept thinking I had located her, but it was always fellow employees in their matching red shirts. Eventually I spotted her behind the counter, black apron on as she poured more popcorn kernels into the machine. I headed over. "Hey, Joey!" She looked up, caught off guard. "Oh, hey, Steve. How are you doing? How may I help you?" That was weirdly polite. "Sorry to be bugging you in work. I actually thought I'd catch you before you started your shift." "We like to start early here, if we can help it. A prepared employee is a good employee." "Em... Ok, Stepford Wives. Whatever. I just wanted to bring you this. You left it at mine." I pulled the hat out from my jacket pocket. She was already wearing another hat. So a wasted trip for me. Oh well. "That's so considerate of you. I really appreciate it." "You're... Welcome?" I reached out with the hat, wanting to pass it off and get out of there. She was really acting strange. Not at all like the woman who had been talking smack to me not an hour ago. She reached out to take the hat when- "Joey, what seems to be the problem here?" A large middle-aged man in a striped shirt and red tie walked up to us. His mousy brown hair was thinning on top. It seemed to me like it had actually just migrated down to the bushy moustache above his upper lip. He had a nametag of his own on, identifying him as Mr Williams, Manager. "No problem here, Mr. Williams. My friend, Steve, was just returning my hat to me." "Returning your hat?" "Yes, sir. I seem to have accidentally forgot it at his." I ping-ponged back and forth between the two. This conversation seemed so unnatural that it belonged in a David Lynch film. "You know our policy on our uniforms, miss Haider." "Yes, sir. It is the image we want to put forward of ourselves as representatives of the company, and therefore we must strive to keep it as perfect as we wish to portray ourselves." "Very good. I'll take it this was a once-off." They seemed to have forgot I was standing there, arm still outstretched. This was my chance to make my exit. "I'd better get going. I can see you guys are real busy here tonight. Joey, here's your hat-" Mr. Williams cut me off, putting his hand on my shoulder. I stared at him, taken aback with the forthrightness. He looked me up and down. "We ARE real busy here tonight. Steve, was it? Can I ask you, have you ever considered working for the entertainment industry?" Was he for real? Packing popcorn and pulling ticket stubs was not my definition of the entertainment industry! "I can't say I have-" "Well, son," he cut me off again. "You seem like a well together lad, and someone who would be up for the challenge a career like this would bring." I looked to Joey with disbelief. She was still smiling like she would at any customer, but I could see worry in her eyes. I'd better bail before this escalates much further. "That's very nice of you, sir," I politely tried to shut the conversation down. "But to be honest with you, I'm finishing up my degree in computer science and am dedicating my free time to that." He grinned a mischievous grin. "Oh, I don't think we need to worry about that." He raised his other hand and started whispering into it. "I'd really better be go-" A blinding light filled my vision, stopping me mid-sentence. What the heck was that? I blinked to try clear the remaining dazzlers from my eyes. The first thing I could see was Joey's smile faltering, and then an even bigger one beneath the hairy caterpillar on Mr Williams' face. "Welcome to the team, kiddo." He pulled the hat out of my hand and slapped it on my head. I reached a hand up to it and went to say something, but found no words would come out. "Now, those lines aren't getting any shorter. Hop on till 3 and let's get things moving, Steve." "Yes, sir, Mr Williams," came from my mouth. But I hadn't meant to say it. It was like autopilot, as was my legs starting to move, directing me behind the counters and towards the tills. I looked to the side, behind the candy and novelty cup holders, at the mirrored wall, and stopped. There I was staring back, decked out in the red shirt and nametag of the cinema uniform. Chapter 2 I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. I found myself pressing buttons on the screen of the till, logging on using details I couldn't know. What was going on?! The system greeted me in text by name: Hello, Steve. I straightened out my shirt and pulled the bill of my hat down. I never wore hats. I really didn't have a hat head. But here we were. I was standing behind the till in a busy cinema, decked out in full uniform, and, worst of all, I could feel the compulsion growing in me to yell out, "Next customer, please." How were these words coming out of my mouth?! I definitely wasn't wanting to say them. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there. Instead, a young couple, probably not out of their teens, and showing off their young love in as public a way as possible, approached. "Good evening. How can I help you?" I could feel myself smiling a big fake smile. Looks like this was happening one way or the other. "Uh, yeah, can we get, uh, two to Jurassic World?" the guy mumbled out, not making eye contact, but gazing around the signs for food deals behind my head. "Of course, sir." Sir? Ugh. "And where would you like to sit? Front, middle, or back?" I was hitting all the right buttons on the screen, securing their order. It was like I had done this a million times before. I could even feel my posture straightening. This was so weird. "Baby, definitely the back," the lady chimed in, grinning devilishly. No doubt about what they were planning on getting up to. "Yeah, back," he parroted back to me. "Sure thing. And can I interest you in any drinks or popcorn this evening?" Holy shit, not only was I sorting out the tickets for these horn-dogs, I was up selling them as well. I remembered back in high school when I worked in a supermarket and they kept talking about the importance of the up sell, and I could just never bring myself to do it. It always felt so... Dirty. But now, here I was, against my will, doing it like a pro. "Large popcorn. Large Coke." No please. No thank you. Nice. I turned and placed a cup under the dispenser, and while it filled, I turned and scooped popcorn into its box. The smell was overwhelming, and I knew it was something that was permeating not just my uniform, but my hair too. Great. I passed the popcorn and the drink across to the couple and hit a few more buttons, guessing I was near the end of this transaction. "That'll be 42.35, please," I said in an uncharacteristically chirpy tone. "Man, did you not, like, do the student rate?" he gawked at me, furrowing his brow. "No, sir." Ugh, got to stop calling him sir! "My apologies. We don't automatically offer that rate unless asked. If you have some valid student ID, I'd be happy to correct that for you." I felt like a textbook come to life. How the hell did I know anything about what 'we' did here? And could I not say 'we'? This wasn't a 'we' I wanted to be involved in. The kid and his girlfriend fished out their student IDs, and I set about changing their ticket types. This was more complex work on the till, and I was kind of impressed I was managing through it. Well, about as impressed as someone who was finding themselves in the most messed up situation of their life. The couple, still without having made any eye contact, paid their bill and walked off. Like a dope, I called after; "Thank you very much and enjoy the film!" How humiliating. I was acting like a model employee, regardless of how lame I looked. This was madness. I had to get out of there before I got stuck with another customer. I just had to make my feet turn and walk away... No... Nothing. I looked around the room in desperation. I could see Joey across the room still in her apron working away on making the popcorn, oblivious to me. Then my gaze found Mr Williams, staring right back at me. A huge smirk crossed his face. This was his fault. He did this to me. That does it! Time to take care of this! Time to- "Next customer, please." Damn it. *** I spent the next two hours stuck in a loop of asking people what films they wanted to see, and slinging popcorn for them. It was exhausting. My cheeks hurt from the near constant smiling, and I could feel a twinge in my back from all the twisting and turning while staying on my feet. The heat off the popcorn machine made me feel sticky and gross, and I could feel sweat soaking into the band of my cap, but I couldn't remove it. I couldn't break free from what I was doing. Anyone looking on at my situation wouldn't see anything but a well-trained employee going about their business. The crowds died down as it grew later in the evening. Checking the schedule, I could see there were only a couple more screenings left to start, and I figured it'd probably just be the odd person here and there popping out for more popcorn or chocolate or whatever. I sighed deeply. I couldn't go on like this... There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face Joey. "Hey, we can take a quick break now that things have quietened down. Come on." She turned and started away. I looked down at my feet to see if they'd move. I felt like I had to will them on, but they followed my command and I was getting my ass away from that till. I followed Joey through a door marked 'Staff Only' that led down a concrete corridor. We passed trollies of cleaning supplies and bin bags piled to the side. She led me into a storage room, peppered with several boxes of candy and unprepared popcorn. She turned and stared at me wild-eyed. "Steve, are you in there?" I didn't feel anything stopping the words from coming out now, and I wasn't going to hesitate. "What the fuck is going on, Joey?!" "Oh, thank god. You're able to talk!" "Yeah, but I couldn't out there. Well, like, I couldn't say what I wanted to say. It was like some company manual spilling out of my mouth and I couldn't stop it. What the fuck is happening?" I could see the sympathy well in her eyes. She looked like she was edging towards the verge of tears. I'd never seen Joey look so emotional. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have forgot my hat. Then you never would have come down here and got caught up in all this." "Caught up in what? I walk in to drop the hat off one second, and the next I'm in a uniform pulling soda for the entire damn town. What happened to me?" "It's hard to explain but..." "It was Mr Williams, wasn't it?" "... Yeah..." "How did he do it?" "This is going to sound crazy..." Try me, Joey. Today has not exactly been an example of sanity. "... But he used magic." I couldn't find any words, except this time it wasn't because of any weird compulsion. I looked at her sideways. Magic? "I'm serious, Steve. He has... Powers. Abilities. He can change anything he likes. Warp reality, like." I struggled, but I found my voice again. "That's a bit of a stretch, isn't it? I mean, this is fucked up beyond all recognition, but it's some sort of mind game. He hypnotised me or something. Got me to change my clothes and act like an employee and I just blacked out during all those bits." "No, it's not hypnosis. It's nothing like that." "Well, man, it's not magic." "No, it is." "Why do you think that?" "I don't think it. I know it. Because..." Her eyes stared down at the floor, unable to meet mine. She struggled to get the end of her sentence out, and once she said it, I knew why: "I used to be a man." Chapter 3 I stared at her, my mouth agape. She looked up at me. All I could do was shake my head. It didn't make any sense. I'd known her most of my life. We had history. I could remember it all. For her to say that she used to be a he... No, I couldn't buy it. But she looked so sincere about it... I couldn't believe it. "Trippy, right?" She forced a smile. I let out an incredulous laugh. "That's definitely a way to describe it." "So..." "So what?" "So what do you think?" "It's, um... It's tough news to swallow." She turned away from me, laughing in frustration and grabbing her head. "You don't believe me either. Fuck sake. You are literally standing in front of me in a uniform working on automatic out there, and you still won't believe me." She had a point, and she was getting so worked up. It was hard not to believe her on some level, but almost more than anything, I didn't want to believe her. "It's just... You know how insane that sounds, right?" "Of course I know how insane it sounds! I'm not gone in the head, you know? I know people don't up and change gender every day. Or at least I didn't think they did." "I don't remember you ever being a..." "Dude? No, you wouldn't. No one does. Not even my parents. As far as everyone is concerned, I've always been scrawny outcast woman Joey. No one remembers the version of reality where I didn't work here, and I had a dick. That's how his magic works. Mr Williams. He can screw up things to the way he likes it, and he gets away with it because no one knows any different." It was all so crazy, but as I ran my hand over my name badge, I knew it was true. I didn't black out or get hypnotised. As hard as it was to believe, Mr Williams had performed some sort of magic on me. But as I looked at my sobbing best friend, a mixture of anger and disappointment in her eyes, I knew I had it easy in comparison. Imagine having your life turned upside down like that. It must have been so scary for her. "I have so many memories of us..." "Some of them are right, but some of them have been... Feminised. You remember when I was fifteen, showing up, balling my eyes out over Trevor Noels, and we cuddled up and you comforted me and we fell asleep watching some chick flicks?" How could I forget? She'd gone to surprise her kind-of-boyfriend Trevor down in the park, only to discover he already had a girlfriend and was cheating on her. She was absolutely devastated. "Yeah, I remember." "Never happened." "What?!" "What really happened is I did go down to the park, but I went down to try pick up this girl Kristen that was going out with Trevor, which I did, and we hooked up behind some trees while he went to get her some takeout. I scarpered when he came back, went to you to brag about it, and we like high fived and had some beers and watched some action flicks." This was hard to deal with. She was telling me that literally the one thing I trusted, my memory, was completely manipulated. "Fucking rough, right?" She was playing the tough girl with all this, but I could see this was something that had built up inside of her, and she was relieved to be getting it out. "How long have you been like this? Why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't. Whenever I'd try to talk to anyone out of here, I couldn't help but say I am Joey, short for Josephine, tomboy, but unmistakably not a boy. My clothes all changed to chick clothes, and I have periods and everything. Man, the first one of those was absolutely terrifying. And no one knew why I was freaking out so much. As far as they knew, I'd been having them since I was eleven. But I've only been this way for about six months now." "Six months!" "Yeah. Hey, there are people in here who have been changed that have been that way for over a year." "There's others?" "Oh, hell yeah. Pretty much all the staff in one way or another. None of us have sick days. None of us ever say a word out of line to the customer. We are script perfect automatons. At least when we aren't working, we have some sort of free will again, but we are proper Stepford Wives when we're here in the red shirts." "Fuck me. Geez, I bet you never would have gone for the job if you'd had any idea this kind of thing would happen." "Ha! Go for the job?! That's funny." "What?" She was really making me feel left out of the loop with the way she was telling me this stuff. "Sorry. It's just... I didn't apply for the job. This is... Kind of embarrassing, but that story about Trevor Noels and his girlfriend? That's the kind of guy I was. I really tried to sleaze on a lot of girls. One night, I was here at the cinema. You'd cancelled, but I wasn't going to miss the flick, so I went on my own. While I was in the screen, there was this group of hot girls from college on a night out, and I just did my usual thing of walking by and passing comments. It's so stupid when I think of what I did now. I was being so obnoxious in my hitting on them. They blew it off for the most part, until I ran in to one of them outside while heading to the restroom. "I made some lame remark of her wanting me and that we could go into a stall or something idiotic like that. Anyway, Mr Williams happened to be nearby, came over, asked the girl if everything was ok. She wasn't ok though. I'd freaked her out, and she decided to book with her friends. "Williams held me there for a 'chat', to let me know it wasn't ok to be treating women that way, that they were humans too, and that they were just at the cinema to have some fun, like I had been, but I had ruined it for them. He said I needed to think of these things from different perspectives, and that I needed to be making sure people were having their lives enriched by my actions. Before I knew it, he whispered into something in his hands, there was a big flash of light, and I was standing there with a new uniform, set of breasts, and no dick. I was just like you, I couldn't control myself, but when I finished the shift, I figured I'd be able to go home and try figure out a plan of action with my..." Her words got caught in her throat. "My parents. When I got home though, my dad called me sweetie and gave me a kiss on the cheek. They couldn't see the difference. No one could. Not even you." She stopped, taking a deep breath and letting it out. She put her hand up to her face. "Sorry, this is all so much. You're the first person who knew me as me before this that I've been able to talk to. It's kind of overwhelming." She was covering her face but I could see her body begin to shake. She was having a hard time controlling her tears. My heart cried out for my friend. I reach out and grabbed her in a big bear hug. Joey buried her face against my shoulder. I could feel the wet of her tears seeping through my polo shirt. I squeezed harder. "It's ok, Joey. I'm here now. We will figure something out." "Oh God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for someone to say that!" She squeezed back hard, then looked up into my eyes. Hers were glistening. They were almost calling to me. "I've really missed being able to be open with someone. Especially someone I care so much about." These words stopped me. I stared back. We'd always been close friends, but never did anything more. But now... I pushed my lips against Joeys, passionately kissing her. And she kissed back. Never before had we been so intimate, but now I was running my hands over her modest curved, hers passing through my hair that was sticking out the side of my cap. As if we were one, both our breathing was getting heavy. Moments ago, my best friend had told me that our entire history had been skewed in my memory, and that she used to be a guy, but I couldn't stop myself. In that moment, it didn't matter. She was the closest person to me, and this was feeling so right. I passionately kissed her neck, causing her to thrust her chest forward in ecstasy. My hand made a move under her shirt. She shivered as I stroked her bare skin. My hand moved its way up, snaking around her body, until it reach her lace bra. I peeked my eyes open to make sure we were on the same page, and lo and behold, Joey's eyes were shut tight as she enjoyed the pleasure of my touch. I smiled to myself; good job, man! But no time to stop. I slid my hand under her bra, cupping her entire breast in my hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze. Joey moaned. I sucked on her neck more vigorously, and gently flicked her nipple. She let out a yelp of pleasure. Using my other hand, I pulled her close to me, hips gyrating together, so she could feel my hard cock pressing against my work slacks. Her eyes opened wide and she looked at me with surprise. I gave her a bashful grin. "No?" She gave me a grin back, then her hand started to do the moving. Before I knew it, my zip on my fly was down, the button was popped open, and the belt fell to the side as Joey reached in and grabbed me by the shaft. My breath caught in my throat. I wasn't quite as ready for that as I thought! And I definitely wasn't ready for her to begin stroking it like she did. I shivered with pleasure as her hand moved back and forth. I couldn't concentrate on kissing her neck anymore, but I could and did keep rubbing her breast, and gave her ass a firm squeeze for good measure. Then she dropped to her knees. I genuinely couldn't believe it. I stopped and looked as she turned her cap to the side and prepared to put my cock in her mouth. She caught me out of the corner of her eye and looked up, eyes looking massive and inviting. "Just relax and enjoy this." "Oh God, don't stop." She put her lips around my dick and began to suck. Her head bobbed up and down and I gently moved my hips back and forward in rhythm with her. My hands stroked the sides of her hair and around her neck. My eyes were shut tight. It felt exquisite. A masterful blowjob. I could feel myself getting closer and closer with every suck. Against my will, I let out a moan of pleasure, with was responded to by a moan of her own from Joey's full mouth. Her hands were now squeezing my ass. My cock was pulsating as I struggled not to explode in her. But I was close. So close. She sped up. Faster. Faster. Oh God, it was coming... I was coming... I was about to climax when- The door burst open. Joey immediately recoiled to the side, covering her mouth, getting a view of who had burst in, red embarrassment filling her cheeks. I tried to cover my raging erection with one hand and pull my slacks up with the other. Mr Williams stood there, glaring at us. Anger was boiling across his face. "What the bloody hell is going on in here?!" Joey immediately tried to explain. "Mr Williams, it's not what it looks like, I swear!" "Oh I know exactly what it is, missy." "Please, sir. I can explain-" He cut her off. I didn't know what to say. My eyes bounced between the two. "I thought you were better than this, Joey. I guess you haven't learned your lessons yet. I'm so disappointed." She looked down in silence. Defeat crossed her face. Then Mr Williams looked towards me, as I finished closing my slacks. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, son?" A rush of anger came to me. "Actually, yes, I have a lot to say. First off, who the hell are you to do what you did to Joey and me? You think you can get away with this? It's disgusting and unethical and-" "And here's me thinking you were such a nice young man," he loudly interrupted me. "Well, I can see I was wrong. But if you leave the cat in with the mouse, you shouldn't be shocked if you find feathers everywhere." "What are you-" "Please, Mr Williams. Don't," Joey pleaded. Something was going on I didn't fully get. "The easy answer is to take away the cat. Or in this case, to take away the mouse, and add in another pussy." "What does that mean?" Worry was coming over me. Mr Williams raised something to his hand and whispered something I couldn't hear. Joey put her hands over her eyes, and a split second later I knew why. The blinding light from before struck again. I struggled to regain focus, my balance felt off. "There. Now, I trust we won't have any more of these... incidents, will we, ladies?" Ladies? I blinked several times, the room getting clear. But something was different. The perspective was off. Before, I had been eye level with Mr Williams, but now, I was definitely looking up to meet his eye line. It dawned on me. I slowly looked down to see them. Two large mounts sticking out from my chest. My eyes widened as I realised what had happened. I reached up to confirm it; these breasts were my very own. I flipped the name tag sticking out from one of them to read a name- My new name- Stephanie. To be continued...