"Hey, Venus," said Dennis, once enough people had gone.
"No, I'm not turning you back," she said. "You'll find your coworkers will have forgotten your male self, your family and non-work friends will take your change in stride, and there will be updated IDs on the table when you get home."
"That wasn't what I worried about," she said, "although it is kind of worrying you apparently know where we live. I was more worried about this dress - I mean, your assistant."
"Oh, her?" said Venus. "Don't worry about her - she knew what she was getting into."
"She... knew you were going to turn her into a dress?" Dennis asked.
"She knew I was going to turn her into something after what she did."
"That... sounds like she didn't exactly volunteer."
"Oh, trust me, she did. She just didn't realize she was doing it. After what she did, she doesn't deserve an iota of your sympathy."
"I don't think I can keep this," said Dennis.
"So I suppose you're going to go home naked?" asked Venus.
"Well, if you could give me a place to send her..."
"No."