"Everything is fine," Jean said without even thinking.
A small shift in her panties told her otherwise. It was starting to get very tight back there.
"I mean..I'm just not feeling very well at the moment." The shifting stopped. 'That was close', she thought. "Just give me a minute to get my things in order."
The man on the other end seemed satisfied and hung up. Jean quickly got dressed again. She had some trouble getting the skirt to fit right, but some adjustments
within her panties made it work. Unfortunately, it also meant that her new "appendage" was now running down her left leg. Jean's skirt was knee-length, so it was
still well-hidden.
Seeing the car once she reached the street, Jean got in the backseat and the driver pulled away.
About 15 minutes later, Jean arrived at Datacomp's headquarters, a massive 25 story building. The driver stopped in front, instructing her to go to the top floor.
A very quick elevator ride later, Jean found herself in front of the office of Datacomp's CEO, a Mr. Edward Hansen. Putting on her best "bland" face, Jean walked
in.
Hansen was sitting behind his desk, a large piece of furniture that probably could also double for a dining room table. "Doctor, welcome to Datacomp. Now tell
me, what have you found out?"