..frog" Jenkins revealed after his usual dramatic pause.
"A frog?" Christina hadn't expected that and was immediately unenthusiastic about the idea.
"A little green, amphibious creature that usually hops about in ponds or rivers" Christina's boss decided he was going to be obtuse with her, annoyingly.
"I know" Christina replied "it's just that they're so small. Couldn't I get lost or hurt?"
"Oh no, I can assure you there is no chance of that" Jenkins shook his head emphatically "Our safeguarding measures for smaller creatures in particular are immaculate. While frogs aren't one of our more commonly requested species of pet they aren't particularly unusual either, and none of my workers have ever had any problems in that form.
Christina wasn't sure whether she had any justifiable reason to protest this further, much as she disliked the idea, and before she could come up with anything Jenkins was ready to move along.
"If you could get undressed please"
Christina removed her clothes dutifully and placed them onto the chair as usual. Standing naked in front of Jenkins (which still felt almost as uncomfortable as the first time she had done it) part of Christina still felt she should find a way to back out of this.
"If you could adopt an appropriate positon for the transformation it will make things smoother for you" Jenkins encouraged his newest employee.
Christina sighed a little as she complied, lowering her naked self into a squatting position, with her legs spread apart and the palms of her hands placed flat on the ground between them and in front of her. Surely no amount of payment was worth this kind of humiliation, Christina thought to herself. There would probably be employment laws against this kind of thing if it wasn't so unusual.
"Look up at me please" Jenkins ordered and Christina instinctively did as instructed.
As the pair locked eyes Christina knew there was no going back now. She would just have to hope this assignment didn't go as badly as she feared it might.
The transformaton from human to frog was hy far the most dramatic Christina had experienced yet, mostly due to the extreme shift in size. She felt as if she was being forcefully pushed down to the floor as her surroundings quickly grew around her to frightening proportions. She immediately felt so small and vulnerable at her new size, like almost anything could hurt her or become a hazard. She was currently staring across at Jenkins huge, black shoe and couldn't shake the thought of how easily he could tread on her if he decided to or was careless. Christina's body and shape had changed far more dramatically this time as well, her skin seeming to take on a very different texture which she didn't feel comfortable with. She felt slimy, a result of the mucus keeping Christina's skin moist while she was out of water, and that wasn't a pleasant sensation to her. Her webbed, green hands appeared almost monstrous as she looked down at them. Frogs may look harmless to someone of human size, but at full size (from her current perspective) Christina felt like a big, ugly beast.
Way up above her Jenkins was speaking, but his voice was too far away and too disembodied for Christina to make out. Before long a giant hand rested in front of her palm side up and, seeing no other option, Christina leapt onto it. If nothing else she was already able to jump about quite elegantly as a frog and, should she need to evade anyone or anything, she felt she would be quite tricky to catch.
But for now she was sat subserviently in Jenkins giant hand, feeling more like a toy for him to play with than a valued employee. Soon she was dropped into a relatively small, glass enclosure. Christina realised she had been placed in a jar like a bug that was being kept as a pet by a school child. It was probsbly just as well she couldn't see the white label with her name scrawled on it that had been stuck way above her head on the outside of the glass by Jenkins in preparation for her visit. This humble pickle jar, which still smelled strongly and unpleasantly of it's original contents, was to be Christina's residence for the day.
As the young woman turned frog came to terms with just how little she could do in her present situation, Jenkins giant, distorted face lowered itself so it was in line with the amphibian and addressed Christina directly.
"Ok in there?" Jenkins asked from outside the glass. Christina responded with a croaking noise that came out much louder than she had expected and reverberated around her glass prison.
"Good, good!" Jenkins smiled, deciding to interpret that as a positive response "Your owner for today has been a little delayed but please be patient, they shouldn't be too much longer"
Christina could do little else but sit and wait as she wondered what kind of person would want a frog with human intelligence to be placed in a jar for them. As it turned out it was ..