Rachele jumps off the chair and starts looking frantically at the shelves of various potions. "Fuck, damn this weird language! Don't just stand there laughing, this isn't funny, get over here and help me traslate these labels!" Rachele yells at Greg in her new deep manly voice. Greg suddenly stops laughing and he comes closer, giving the new male a slap on the back of his shaved head. "Woah woah woah, hold your horses there, Rachele! You can't raise your voice at me like that, I'm your employer remember? Show some respect and professionality, this is a work ambient." Rachele still looks pretty pissed, and as the tall well built man she now was, she was a bit intimidating. Greg didn't flinch though, he knew who this big man was on the inside. "Are we clear?" Greg insists. Rachele silently nods. "But sir, we got to fix this horrible problem, look at me, I'm a man, I can't be a man!!"
Greg smiled and just grabbed her muscular shoulder with his enchanted calming glove. "Listen...Rachele. I think it's normal that you're shocked by it, but just relax ok? You don't look so horrible to me, you actually changed into a pretty handsome guy!" And he smiled warmly. "But, but I don't care, handsome or not, I don't want to be a man! I didn't ask for a sex change, dammit!" "Rachele, why are you making such a big deal about your gender? It's kind of silly" "What? Greg come on, please, don't you want to help me? Didn't you think I was attractive when I walked in the shop? Wouldn't you preffer that beautiful girl to THIS?" And she gestures to her naked manly body. Greg chuckles. "I actually think you were very pretty Rachele, and you shouldn't panic like this, we can and shall get you changed back! But that can wait, frankly. There are more important things to do around the shop right now, like you actually getting to work! It's time for potential customers to start walking in around this time, and you have to be there at the desk, ready to welcome them and chat them up a bit. By the way that's one of the things I expect you to do, other than helping me sort out the paper work and cleaning the place."
Rachele answers him with a resigned "Yes, sir." Greg gives the ex girl a friendly pat on the strong hairy arm. "Good, but first of all we better get you dressed decently. Avad should still have some working attire in the attic, from previous employees."
Up in the attic, Greg found a uniform of the right size and hands it to Rachele along with a pair of men's boxers, spacious enough so it will be comfortable for her new large cock and balls. Rachele reluctantly dressed her virile body in the men's shoes, black pants and white shirt, then Greg helped her tie a simple black tie around the neck. Now Rachele was dressed the same way as Greg, with one thing missing. Greg takes out a little name tag and a pen. "Now Rachele, one last thing. This will be your name tag. Avad insists his employees wear one. Oh, and you better learn to tie a tie ok? Avad frowns upon clip-ons. Okay, listen, I'm gonna write your name down as Ray rather than Rachele, ok? This will be your name until we solve that little potion problem." "All right I guess..." Rachele/Ray answers half hartedly.
"All right then! Off you go Ray, to the front desk with you, a customer could pop up any minute now!"
And with absurdly perfect timing, as soon as Ray got behind the desk, the door bells tingle with their mysterious chimes and someone comes inside from the street. A gourgeous, young blonde woman, it would appear! Ray swallows hard, then putting on a serious, professional voice he greets the customer. "Hello and welcome to Avad's Mysteries. I'm Ray, how can I help you?"
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