“Oh my GOD! Is that Richard?” Gina laughed at the picture of a short, fat, balding man with terrible acne.
“Yeah! Isn’t it great! I was thinking I should make him a woman… give him a taste of his own medicine.”
“No, that’s not fun. There are too many women in this office. Just make him gay, so he stops hitting on all of us.”
“Oooo, good idea!” She shifted the “sexual orientation” toggle to “homosexual.” The stats on the personality portion changed with stereotypically gay traits, but the image stayed the same.
“Well, that’s boring,” Gina grumbled. “Change the personality to something less cliché! That set-up would just replace the sexist comments with wardrobe critiques. And you might as well make him hot so we have something nice to look at.”
Debra played with the options until they were looking at a hot, gay adonis with an athletic build and model’s face.
“That’s hot,” Gina smirked. “Too bad it’s not real. Come on… save it and let’s go. We have a staff meeting.”
Debra sighed. “Okay.” She hit the save button, and walked away.
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Richard Tawny was washing his hands in the men’s bathroom. With the exception of some security guards and the janitor, Richard was the only guy who worked in the building, so he often referred to it as his fortress of solitude. He admired himself in the mirror. He didn’t understand why the ladies didn’t respond to his advances. He was good looking, rich, confident. “Oh well,” he thought. “Their loss.”
He was about to turn away from the mirror when he was hit by a bit of a dizzy spell. “That’s weird.” He had barely steadied himself when another wave hit. It was almost like the first waves or pleasure he experienced during foreplay. “God, what’s happening.” Suddenly his entire body heaved with orgasmic pleasure. He opened his eyes and could see in the wall-length mirror that he was completely naked. He tried to cry out, but wave upon wave of lustful pleasure surged through his body.
His body stretched taller, arms and legs lengthening until he stood about 6’ 4,” a good 6 inches taller than he had been. He watched as his cock expanded out and began to inflate, tripling in length and girth. His stomach expanded out, but not with fat, but solid cobblestone muscle. His butt flexed and became firm and strong. The muscle growth spread in both directions, up to his chest and back, which exploded out in all directions, and down his legs which corded with powerfully chiseled flesh. His biceps and triceps fought to dominate his arms, which hung like pillars under large bowling ball shoulders.
Once his body stopped growing, it started to refine itself. The hair on his body disappeared, no longer concealing his now smooth, tanned skin. His new paw, like hands grasped at his face as his features shifted from mediocrity to that of a god. A thick, strong neck, tapering into traps like mountains, supported his solid steel jaw.
His car salesman hair styled itself into something more metrosexual and his muddy brown eyes took on an almost amber quality. He was suddenly dressed in a tight black t-shirt and gray dress slacks, with a matching jacket appearing on the stall door behind him. A gold chain appeared around his neck, and a diamond stud found its way to each ear.
For the slightest moment, he marveled at what he had become, but almost as soon as the thought entered his mind, it was replaced by the day he had ahead of him. He was running late for the staff meeting. He hoped it wouldn’t go too late, he had planned on meeting some friends for football later.
The man who had entered the bathroom Richard Tawny, chauvinistic prick, left Richie, the gorgeous gay jock.