Scarlette made her way to the meeting room, and just as she was about to open the door, she heard her name “Scarlette, you have a phonecall on line 801”. Scarlette sighed collectively through all of her mouths and looked at her watch; she still had some time, no one else had arrived yet.
Scarlette made her way back to her desk and picked up the phone, dialling '801' and holding the phone to the face on her right breast.
“Accounts, this is Scarlette. How can I help you?” Scarlette said. A giggling sound could be heard on the other line, normally she'd just hang up on this kind of thing, but she recognised that laugh “Skye? What's going on?”. Skye's giggling subsided a little and she said “How's work?”.
Scarlette was starting to get suspicious; Skye never called her at work like this, and the giggling simply told her something fishy was going on. “Skye I have got to go, so ill chat to you later”.
“Ok but before you go; while you were sleeping Missy and I sneaked into your apartment and shot you with the remote a few times”. Scarlette froze for a second, something was different and she didnt know what. “But why dont I feel any different?” she said, “that's because if you arent aware of the remote, you cant guard against the reality change effect, that includes sleeping”.
“Well im about to walk into a meeting!” Scarlette snapped “If something is wrong I need to know so I dont make a fool of myself!”.
“Relax Scar” Skye reassured, “Reality adjusts for the remote, no one knows any different. But for starters, you arent meant to have boobs where your eyes should be and your pussy and breast faces shouldnt be there either”. And just like that the sudden rush of memory flooded back of how she used to look, and she swung her hand over her crotch face and arm around her boob faces, collectively slapping herself three times in the process.
Scarlette was panicking; sure, no one knew any different but suddenly knowing caused a great deal of embarrassment and fear. Not even replying anymore to Skye, Scarlette placed the phone down and looked over herself in her make up mirror: A face where her pussy should be, and two more faces over her breasts, and all of them exposed with her clothes covering around it all, plus the tits where her eyes shouldve been nearly made her chuckle over how obvious it was.
Nervously Scarlette made her way to back to the meeting room. She could do this, just act like nothing is out of the ordinary. Scarlette turned the handle of the door and stepped through, all eyes were on her; she knew it wasnt because of how she looked, but it sure felt like it now. She took a seat towards the back of a long office table, trying to stay out of the line of sight as much as possible, she would make up some excuse to go home after that.
The meeting was as boring as they always were, but now, even as Scarlette read aloud account discrepancies and statistics for the week, she struggled; her sudden realisation of her change causing her to flounder, speaking sporadically through different faces, and at one point turning her head too swiftly nearly causing a head breast to slip out of her head bra.
The meeting finished uneventfully and Scarlette made her way out of the office, trying to keep her exposed parts as obscured as possible without blindly walking into things, after all her eyes only remained on her breasts and crotch.
As she made her way back to her desk she heard a voice behind her “Scarlette you have a phone call on line 801”. Scarlette pivoted to tell her to take a message, but was dumbstruck at what she saw: The receptionist who previously was a short woman of slender build and fair skin, now had jet black skin...which on closer inspection was plastic. Her clothing all but gone, her hair was nothing more than a heap of coiled telephone flexes draped over her shoulders, a red button on her left nipple indicating a phone call on hold; someone had used the remote here.
The receptionist lowered her hand and pulled the telephone away from its resting place over her crotch and handed it to Scarlette “errr thanks” Scarlette said and took the phone carefully. “Transferring you now” came from the unmoving lips of the receptionist as she pushed in the red flashing button on her breast, her eye twitching from what Scarlette believed was probably pleasure.
“hello?” Scarlette said cautiously, watching the receptionists reaction, althought her face didnt show any expression, her eyes seemed to show bliss as they lightly rolled back.
“Hello again Scar” came Skyes voice. “meeting over yet?”. Scarlette whispered into the phone “What is going on here? Why did you hit this woman with the tf remote?”. “Oh hunny that wasnt me. Missy has the remote, although im here too, somewhere, see if you can find us- if you do we'll change them back straight away. With that, Skye hung up; Scarlette cautiously handed the phone back to the receptionist, who placed the handset back, making a light moan in the process.
Scarlette turned back and said “Ok, now where are you girls hiding”.