Another assignment was starting, of course, without a lot of bodily changes this time. Some piercings formed in those sensitive nipples, and all along each ear, her tongue, lips, nose, and three along one eyebrow. Her hair shifted, hanging down over one eye, otherwise real short. Hot pink with black highlights. She found herself wearing a black leather jacket over some kind of bustier-leotard, fishnets, and big ol' boots. She was damn horny, and she needed a drink, so it was off to a club around the corner.
After a few stiff drinks, and a few little mystery pills the bartender passed her, she met just the hottest most mysterious guy, with mirror shades, a big black trench coat, and some high tech looking handgun the size of a cereal box. They barely said a word to each other before tumbling into a back room to make passionate love. Before they were even finished though some scary looking thug burst in, and the two had a quick hectic firefight, dragging Dan along since this mystery guy was, well, still inside her. Eventually though, he pulled away, got dressed, and booked it out of the club, hopping in a car for a high speed chase. Between the booze, the drugs, the sex, and the adrenaline pumping violence, Dan took a bit to calm down before wandering back towards a break room.
Coming back to his senses was harder for Dan than usual this time since, well, he was still pretty buzzed, and feeling loopy from whatever was in those pills. He was a bit startled when the other guy from the firefight staggered in, having a quick shot of that weird slurry to mend up some bullet wounds, and trying to avoid eye contact. Not too long after, he had an odd desire to head back to that meeting room where he'd first gone through orientation, really aware of the breeze on his thighs from this outfit really not having proper pants. Once seated, someone came in with a bunch of fat envelopes.
"Hello there everyone. We're going to be shutting the resort down for the weekend for some technical maintenance. You're all free to head home until Monday, and we'll be giving you all a salary advance for the inconvenience."
Some scrawny little teen in a ragged shirt piped up, "Wait... if we're getting time off, why aren't we going back to normal?"
"Yeah, sorry, but again, the reconfiguration system needs maintenance. Changing anyone right now would be decidedly unsafe. You'll have to head home as is. We realize that's rather inconvenient for some of you, which is why we're giving you this cash advance. Once everything's back in working order though, you're of course free to put in for proper leave time... oh and if everyone forms a line over here for photos, we'll get you some quick temporary staff IDs, which should avoid any headaches proving your identities, at least here in the city."
Dan took a few deep breaths trying not to freak out. Sure he'd been a string of sex-crazed bimbos back to back for months now, but it was a lot harder to disassociate over the whole thing when he had a subconcious script to follow. Here he really had to stumble out of here, drunk, as some kind of trashy punk chick, with nothing but the keys to his apartment and a fat wad of cash. What the hell was he supposed to do all weekend in a body like this?
For now the simplest answer was to call a cab, head home, and sleep off all these drinks... and dress back up in this same ridiculous getup, probably. Nothing in his closet was going to fit a body like this one after all.