“I’m doing it.” Gina quickly started working on the computer.
“Doing what?” Debra rushed to the other side of the desk and watched over her shoulder.
Gina entered Marti’s information and the screen produced a 3D rendering of the young receptionist. Gina set “female” to “male” and the image was replaced by a skinny guy with hair draped over his eyes, wearing skin tight black clothing.
“Eew!” Gina moaned. “No thank you!”
“Yeah,” Debra said a little relieved. “Marti’s a bit more emo than punk. It was a nice thought though.”
“Please! Like that’s going to stop me.” Gina began fiddling with the image. After a few minutes she leaned back with satisfaction. “I’m good,” she gloated.
“You’re crazy.” Debra moaned.
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Marti sighed. She hated her job. All the women in the office were so uptight and corporate. The only reason she stayed there is it helped her support her boyfriend, who was struggling to be a great musician.
She walked into the large supply room to get another ream of paper for the copy machine. Suddenly a wave of pleasurable dizziness washed over her. “What the…” Another wave hit and she dropped the paper. “Oh GOD!” She was suddenly naked, and her body was alive with sensations that overwhelmed every one of her senses.
She felt intense pleasure from between her legs as she realized a large cock and matching balls were appearing from her dark bush. Her stomach and torso expanded and squared off as her thin, smooth figure widened out to a stocky muscular build. Her small breasts became heavy pecs, which lead up to broad, square, muscular shoulders. Her legs grew out into thick trunks leading to strong feet. Her face also widen, taken on more masculine features. An above-average athletic man had replaced the pale, thin Goth girl.
The changes didn’t stop, however. He shot up to 5’ 10” from her previous 5’ 2”. His square frame tightened as her body fat melted away, leaving tight rippling muscles behind. His skin stayed pale, but the various tattoos began to shift and change. Ornate butterflies became dragons, flowers became flames, and tribal symbols circled his wrists and biceps.
The changes slowly finished as hair appeared on his arms and legs. It crawled up his tight abs and out onto his full chest. A tight goatee grew out about 3 inches from his chin, crowned by a mustache over his square lips. His hair pulled into a tight buzz cut and his sideburns turned at a 45 degree angle from his ears into two dagger-like shapes.
The new receptionist was wearing a tight white wife-beater under a black bowling shirt with bright turquoise flames up one side, black dickies, and black Vans. A long wallet chain drooped out of his pocket. Martin picked up the ream of paper and headed back out to his desk.