Dave grinned while Tim, now known to everyone as Tomas the building's janitor,
continued to examine his new, hairy body with short stubby hands, mumbling to himself
all the while in a thick accent peppered with Spanish expletives.
Bill, tall and blond with his Abercrombie model looks was also rooted to the spot with fear,
as he continued to plead with the smiling Dave.
"I din' mean notin' by it y'understan?" he implored in a voice that had suddenly taken on a
distinct and incongruous Carribbean twang. In horror, Bill clutched at his throat as he felt
a sudden pressure around his neck.
Dave watched amused as he had an idea and added another line to the words he had just
written. Bill watched in consternation, prepared for the worst, anxiously staring down at
himself and relieved that nothing else seemed to have changed.
His relief was short lived however, a moment later, he felt a tingling at the tips of his
fingers and watched amazed as the neat manicure he had paid so much for degenerated
into stubby bitten off fingernails at the end of jet black fingers.
Dave and Tim/Tomas also watched as the neatly groomed executive they had both known
as Bill changed before their eyes.
The alterations at Bill's fingertips were now rapidly spreading up his arms and beneath his
white shirt is was now possible to see that the lean muscle tone was being replaced by
harder, stronger muscle encased in dark skin that showed through the material of the
expensive clothes they were stretching.
As the changes reached his shoulders, they seemed to expand outwards and the neck he
was still clutching expanded with them into a thick mass of sinew and muscle. At the
same time as his chest barrelled outwards, Bill's nose flattened and kinked as if it had
been broken and his lips ballooned, betraying his new African heritage.
By this time, Bill's fair, but tanned skin, had almost completely transformed to a rich jet
black and the only outward sign of his previous form was the blond hair on his head. In a
moment though, even this had gone, evaporating into thin air to leave a perfectly bald and
shiny scalp.
With the physical transformation almost complete, Bill's clothes also began to change and
recovering his composure somewhat he managed to blurt out "Please, Mr Dave, Sir, what
are you doin' to me now?"
Even Dave was surprised with how deep Bill's voice had become but before he could pause
to congratulate himself on the excellent changes, Bills clothing began to change as well.
The crisp white shirt and dark Italian trousers seemed to blur for a moment to be replaced
by utilitarian, cheap equivalents which Dave knew and Bill recognised as part of a uniform.
The expensive red silk tie was next, shifting slightly into a black clip on tie as security
guard patches appeared on the shoulders, a badge on the chest and a holster with a gun
on Bill's new utility belt.
Bill looked down at the gun and realised with a slight pop in his head that he was William,
one of the building's security guards. He could still recall that he had been a successful,
white executive until a few moments before but it all seemed a bit of a blur. He looked at
Tomas, feeling the heaviness of his new, heavily muscled body, and then at Dave and
noticed with some concern that Dave was writing again...