Destiny adroitly texted her boss from the giant cheap android encased in a sparkly pink case. I have god awful taste in this reality, don’t I, she thought. The text read “Code 420 Lester Center Food Court.” She got an immediate response “Team 69 dispatched epilate immediately.” She stood, feeling the heft of her boobs jiggle on her chest. The bureau could shield minds but it couldn’t revert changes. She didn’t know what she’d end up as, but she’d probably never be Danny again.
She felt her hip for her service pistol. It wasn’t there. Of course not. She stood. She’d have to think on the fly and improvise. She stormed towards the pair with the artifact. Another camera flash and she readjusted momentarily. She could feel her body, still definitely female but probably less busty.
She placed herself in front of the pair and spoke. “I’m like agent Danni of the Federal Paranormal Protection Agency, k?” She paused. Is that how I talk now? She ran her younger over her teeth. She could feel braces. I must be young.
The white man looked at the Hispanic woman and asked “who’s the tween?”
“I like told you geez I’m Danni, k?”
“Danni who” asked the Latina?
“From like the Agency, gawd” she said. Why was it so hard to talk affirmatively and confidently.
“I’m lost. What?” Said the man.
“You can tell things are changing?” Asked the Latina?
“Gawd, like yeah, so stop it, k?”
Suddenly a flash bang exploded and the room filled with smoke and screams and panicked shouts. Looks like the backup had arrived. Danni dives for the artifact as the backup team, decked out in riot gear, demanded people drop to the ground. In the chaos, the camera ended up with...