Paula laughed at how funny it was for a wealthy apartment building to change into a drug court. She wondered if the people inside had changed too and decided it was highly likely. She waved happily at the policewoman at the door and continued down the street. Now she was getting into the downtown area with high rises and crowded streets. She absentmindedly fondled with the camera, changing the awareness setting for the targets. Now people changed would remember their past life but face a strong compulsion to adhere to their new identity.
Paula decided her next target would be a Well Fargo branch so she walked in through the revolving doors and studied the lobby. She studied the room. There were about ten people inside. First, there were two tellers on duty. A skinny older woman with her hair in a tight bun and a younger man with a goatee. The both wore bright red bow ties as part of their uniform. They were each handling a customer, one was a portly middle aged man in a suit with a blue necktie, and the other was a sharply dressed elderly man wearing a fedora.
In line waiting for a teller was a college aged woman in a pink dress, a rednecky construction worker wearing a hard hat and a bright yellow vest, a middle aged woman in a skirt and a floral patterned blouse, and a hippy looking man in a tie dye shirt.
Finally, there was an angry man standing in the lobby berating a bank employee. He was wearing khaki pants and a green polo shirt. Paula could see a very expensive Rolex watch on his wrist. He was screaming at the employee who was a middle aged man in a nice suit. The employee wore a gold colored badge reading “manager.” “I need you to cash this check right now, you cocksucker!” The man was yelling at the manager.
Paula raised the camera excitedly wondering how they would change and who would be who. She snapped the camera and shook the photo waiting for it to develop.
As the picture came into view Paula’s eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped. The picture was a film set. She looked around, and her eyes darted to a gross looking older man in a track suit with a gold name badge that read “director.” The director was holding a clapboard that read “Creampie Delight scene 4.”
Paula looked around. She saw two young muscular men operating cameras. They each wore a red bow tie.
Standing near a boom mike was a sleek middle aged woman with dark hair and a slightly younger curvy Hispanic woman wearing a fedora. They were clearly the sound operators.
Further away a flamboyant looking skinny man in a pink shirt was talking to a super tall black man wearing a hard hat and a yellow vest.
Finally Paula looked at the set. In the bed was a gorgeous woman With long brown hair and large tits. She was topless but wearing tie dyed underwear and fishnet stockings and stilleto heels. She was obviously the star. In a chair near her was a pudgy man wearing a floral printed shirt. His floppy dick was enormous.
“Wait.” The man said. “Why am I man. Why...” he shook his head. “Bobby, he shouted at the director. “I’m having a hard time getting it up!”
“Ok.” The director shouted back. “Where is Tina? Tina!!! Breaks over. I’m paying you to be a fluffer not to smoke!”
A mousy woman with a flat chest rushed over to the man in the floral shirt. She was wearing a green shirt and wore a cheap wristwatch. Paula could see terror and shock in the woman’s eyes as she dropped to her knees and started blowing the man in the floral shirt. Who’s a cocksucker now, Paula thought with a giggle.