Meanwhile Jackson Barker started heating up and tingling his facial hair pulled in as his hair turned a distinctive red color and grew down aging slightly already I’m his 30’s his throat felt hoarse as he let out a weak “help me.” In a rapidly changing voice
But there was no one in the office other than the janitor because he showed up early and was immediately regretting it as he developed a nosebleed his brain was changing his facial bones painfully snapping and morphing into a feminine oval his waist pulled in as his ass expanded his chest heaved into piling mounds until they reached perky Ds his penis slurping into his body with testicles in tow as now her voice reaches Gillian’s former breathy tone. The now exact copy of Gillian Larson was in Jackson Barker’s baggy lab coat and office attire she cracked her neck muffling Jackson’s internal screams as she poured over his system knowledge.
Scrambling to the monitor letting her pant and boxers slide down exposing her vagina she began typing away “good they haven’t opened it!”
Lock them out for now- typing away on her profile she changed her name and reassumed her singular identity keeping her clones rogue variables deleted lawyer and typed in CEO of transdem labs. It read warning.exe executive override needed knowing programming from the suppressed Jackson screaming in her head she spent a few minutes programming a backdoor crossing her fingers and hitting enter. Suddenly reality warped and she was in the top floor executive office her baggy clothes were changed to a smart blazer button up shirt, stockings and mini skirt combo. Her expensive computer had all sorts of top tier options
“ time to learn a hard lesson little Jakie.”