"I knew something was up when you were waiting with the rental all packed up." Said a 6 ft 2 in 220 lb Caucasian 30 year old man named Sam. He wasn't fat but he'd never been trim. Athletic but it'd been a while since he'd played any sports. The job made that difficult to do. Out of college he'd taken the first one that came his way and now he spent half his year in one spot or another somewhere across America training employees on how to do tasks so easy he'd be out of a job if they had a basic understanding of technology. He looked between the suitcase and the woman in front of him. She was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat. That grin. That fuckin grin always came out when she was up to no good. That grin was currently attached to woman named Jordan in her early 30's. She had long brown hair that framed her cute face that was hidden behind the glasses that she always wore. She was wearing a smart business blouse and pants that did well to hide her figure. They had met recently when they had been assigned on the same project. They worked well together, so well their boss had continued to schedule them together more often then not. Neither of them minded that much at all. In Sam's case it was better than having a trip with one of the old guys in the group that just wanted to drink the second after work in the closest bar. And for Jordan it was the same except moreso and it had led to them becoming fast friends.
Then came that fateful day not even a month ago. It had been a Monday just like today with both of them pulling into a hotel in Anaheim when Jordan had spotted something glimmering in the bushes on the way to check in. Thinking nothing of it she had put it in her pocket and finished settling it. Then when Sam came to get her for dinner she had quickly opened the door and pulled him inside her room. As he collected himself he noticed that Jordan seemed smaller. Much smaller. The usually 5 ft 7in woman was standing before him probably pushing just above 5 ft. They later would find out that the medallion was the cause as she had tried to clean it with a free shirt from the company that was a couple sizes to small for her. That first night had been a panic but eventually they found the reason and Jordan showed that smile. They had always joked about how bad the security was for their company and how since nobody had pictures on their e-mail nobody really knew what anyone looked like till they met in person. Hell even their badges didn't have a picture. From what she had told him Jordan had been experimenting and figured out how to use the medallion. The last trip she had him bring any set of clothes he wanted and he has spent the week training with the body that would rival an Olympic swimmer. It had been exhilarating!
But with everything going on he didn't realize he was he was getting into when he made that bet. Jordan had turned herself into a stunning athletic blonde, and though he hated to admit it, Sam had been very distracted. She had presented a bet that whoever had the better performance by the end of the week got to choose the forms for the next time they had a trip, and between the beers Sam had had and Jordan's teasing with her new... assets he had agreed. But she never brought it up again since outside of her little victory lap when they got the results. He saw now that hadn't been the end of it.
"What's even in here?"