“Amelia Bailey” read Dave from the driver licence he had found in the bag. “The young lawyer who has been representing Melody. We should have made a contingency plan”
“Do you know her?” asked the Director of Melody and Matt.
“I have met her several times” said Matt. He could remember flirting with her at a party at the Jones’s house last year. She was a very good looking woman but Matt’s greatest recollection was that she had a big gap between her front teeth. That was before Madeline had started with the company.
Cheryl added “She is the associate of Ted Drexler, Pedro’s lawyer. I have only met her once and that was very brief” added Cheryl.
Matt’s changes were accelerating. He had lost all muscle mass and his clothes were very baggy on him. He looked at his reflection in the small mirror Cheryl had handed him. His face was now also changing.
“Matt? Are you still willing to proceed?” the Director was talking to him.
“I guess I don’t have a choice” Matt replied. Was his voice cracking? “I can’t let Cheryl go in alone and I’m going to be a woman whether I like it or not”
“Do you think you can impersonate Amelia?”
“I have no idea”
“Keep wearing the medallion until your changes finish” suggested the doctor once more “Actually tuck it into your shirt so that you maximise skin contact with it. From what the previous owner said, I suspect that will help you pick up more of Amelia’s mannerisms”
“You had better hope you pick up her ability to walk in heels. Those shoes are pretty extreme” commented Cheryl. Matt had a good look at the shoes Amelia had arrived in. They had spiky heels at least 4 inches long.
Matt was watching his hands. They no longer resembled his own. His fingers had narrowed and his nails were longer. He felt his crotch. For the moment at least he still had his penis.
The Director who had been going through Amelia’s bag passed Matt a larger mirror. “I’ll bet your curious” then he turned to the doctor "I want photos of all the documents in the bag. Get to it"
Matt took the mirror and looked at his reflection. It wasn’t his any more. He wasn’t yet Amelia but he was definitely feminised. He had no sign of whiskers and his blonde hair was now shoulder length. He still had his own teeth.
He felt his chest “I’m growing boobs” he exclaimed on feeling small swellings “And I sound like a woman” he added. He felt his neck. He no longer felt an Adam’s apple. His hand then reached for his crotch once more. He still had a lump but it was smaller. He could feel it receding.