Dave pulled out a clean sheet of paper and began to write on it with the gold pen “Pete just got a promotion.” Then sat the pen down and waited.
Ten minutes went by and nothing. Dave thought maybe it was all about him then, so he wrote “ Dave has very long hair.” And nothing happened.
Three different pages and nothing happened.
Bzzzzzz! The phone page went off and Dave picked up. “This is Dave…”
It’s Pete and he sounds worried, “Dave, listen up quick. I overheard Donna telling someone that she has old man Mr. Daniels and the Walters account in her pocket, and she’s dropping the bomb at the meeting!”
Dave sat there, knowing that Donna was sure to get his promotion if she pulled it off. “Oh come on Pete, she has no skill in sales and couldn’t manage an ant farm!” Dave blasted back to Pete.
Pete began to whisper “that doesn’t matter man, she’s a woman and can use her sluttly little nature on the client Mr. Walters. As for Mr. Daniels, well if you haven’t noticed she dyed her hair a fake red and he’s a sucker for redheads.”
“But come on, she’s not very pretty and kinda overweight.” Dave interjected.
Pete laughed and added “Well, she must be stuffing her bra too cause she used to be about a C cup now a D, and it’s real obvious Mr. Daniels likes big boobs!”
“I think you have it all wrong Pete, I earned this position with long hard work , that’s something she couldn’t do.”
There was silence for a moment and Dave’s eyes dropped to his desktop, staring at the personnel form he had partially filled out. “Lemme call you back.” He said to Pete
“Ok, but there really isn’t enough time, the meeting starts in fifteen minutes.” Pete said and hung up.
Dave picked up a regular pencil and wrote red in the hair color slot and looked at his reflection in the glass as his hair turned deep red. “Oh my god!” he breathed and filled more slots. Eyes green, weight 120 and height five foot eleven. In less than a second all of those had come true and more as he continued to change reality with each entry. Single check, smoker uncheck and drinker, hell yes and big check, he continued to fill in the blanks until he came to gender, paused giggled and thought of Donna and then his job. “She’s a real slut!” he whispered angrily and checked the F box.
As he marked the box the pencil fell from his hand and he lunged back in his chair in pain as his body changed in the wink of an eye.
There lying back in his chair was everything he had entered on that magic form. Just like the business proper and neat way he had always dressed, so now was he as a woman. Red hair tied back in a bun, business blouse and restricting bra cloaking a nice pair of DD orbs, and black silk panties covering her fuzzy red mound. Over that was a short yet proper black skirt and black heels to match.
Dave found it hard to believe this was really happening and he filled out a more appropriate name and address at the top of the form. For lack of time and a better idea, Dave wrote Debbie Nash, age 28, single and then thought of that cool apartment with the view of down town square and the lease of more than he made in three months,, and wrote that address in.
All the while reality was reshaping for him, changing and meshing with the words and answers he wrote down.