James and Nicola materialised in an office, but not the one they actually worked in. It seemed more like some sort of police station from what they could make out. They were stood opposite the desk of an officious looking, late middle aged man who was eyeing them sternly.
“Ah, so glad the two of you finally made it here. This agency is in great need of your unique talents. I shall be putting you both to work immediately!”
“Who are you?” Nicola asked angrily.
“Where is this?” James added.
“Hmm, I suppose in your line of work it is not surprising your memories can become a little fuzzy at times. All that transforming must become quite disorientating.”
“Are you a lunatic?” Nicola responded rudely.
“I suppose I should refresh your memories” the senior official brushed off her disrespectful tone “You are our two very best undercover detectives. To help you with your operations, the British Government has implanted special DNA reprogramming chips in you which will automatically and temporarily transform you into anything that your handlers think will help you to complete your assignments.”
“Handlers? Missions?” James repeated in disbelief.
“Yes, you are being watched at all times by the special agents assigned to you. They can alter your form in any way they wish at the stroke of a few keys on their laptops. Don’t worry though, they are top professionals and will not abuse this power. They will only transform you as they best see fit to assist your missions.”
“I don’t understand any of this” James sighed.
“What’s to understand? He’s either some kind of crazy freak or he is trying to wind us up. Either way, I am leaving!” Nicola snapped.
“Perhaps a demonstration would be helpful” the chief cleared his throat “Oh dear, I seem to have mislaid my stapler and I need it rather urgently!”
Nicola made a brief gasping noise before seemingly disappearing, leaving a pile of her clothes with a small, black, regular looking stapler sat on top of it.
“Can you pass her to me please?”
James looked down in shock as he knelt down and picked up the mundane piece of office stationery sitting in his friends place.
“Is that really Nicola?” he asked as he picked the stapler up, wondering how Nicola was feeling as he wrapped his hand around her.
“Indeed it is, but don’t worry, I won’t need her like that for long”
The chief took hold of Nicola, used her to staple some papers together and placed them into a file. He then set the stapler down on the desk next to him and watched with amusement as if morphed back into a big busted, naked young South Asian woman.
“What the fuck!” Nicola squealed with embarrassment as she leapt off the table and began scrambling to put her clothes back on “Stop gawping at me you two!”
“Oh, there is no need to be so modest. Nudity is inevitable between transformations so you had both better get used to it.”
“So how does Nicola turning into a stapler help fight crime?”
“That was merely a quick demonstration. Think of all the forms you can take to blend in practically anywhere without being noticed. Or the endless array of objects one of you could become to be used by the other. The possibilities are limitless! And you will be paid very well, of course.”
“And what if we refuse?” Nicola asked tetchily as she pulled up her skirt.
“I’m afraid with the money spent on the technology being used to transform you that isn’t an option” the chief sighed “I don’t mean to sound threatening, but your handlers can turn you both into anything. Any insubordination would have to be punished appropriately.”
James and Nicola just looked at each other in disbelief.
“Anyway, enough talking. It is time for your first assignment!”