Dave's computer chimed to indicate a new e-mail. He brought his feet back down to the ground and leaned forward to read it.
It was from the company facilities department. "To All Employees," it read. "Please remember that sex rooms should not be booked for continuous periods of longer than an hour unless it is for a manager-approved team-building orgy. Thank you for your cooperation."
Sex rooms? Holy crap! Dave got up and practically raced out of his office. He stopped short when he got to the cubicle area. The walls didn't come up as high as they used to, so he could clearly see the customer service reps who sat there, talking on their phone headsets. The men looked about the same, but the women -- the women were all relatively tiny, except for their giant breasts, which were quite obvious not only due to their size, but also thanks to the skimpy, low-cut outfits that the women all wore. Dave stood right by a cubicle wall to get a closer look. He recognized the woman he was staring at as Rebecca Walters, who'd worked there for about a year, but she'd shrunk at least a foot and a half, and he'd certainly never seen her before wearing what looked like a bright pink cheerleader's uniform, complete with matching calf boots with platform heels.
He must have been staring. She said into her headset, "Could you excuse me a moment, please?", pressed the mute button, and looked up at him with a smile. "Did you want something, Mr. Jones?" she asked, and literally batted her eyelashes at him.
Dave was startled. He'd thought she was married. But that was when she was 5- foot-8 and fairly flat-chested. "Uh, no, sorry, I was just thinking of something. Uh, talk to you later." He practically ran back into his office. Rebecca shook her head, quickly adjusted the booster seat she was sitting in, and went back to the phone call.
Dave had only meant to change Janet, but somehow all the other women in the office seemed to have changed. He snatched the piece of paper he'd been writing on with the magic pen and scanned it quickly.
He soon had the answers, he thought: he'd written "Janet wears clothes just like any other woman would" and then gave her a skimpy wardrobe, so now all women dressed in skimpy clothes. And he'd said Janet would find clothes that fit her off the rack, so that meant that she was now right about average for a woman, at 4'2" and a G cup. And he'd written "it's normal for bosses to fuck their underlings"; Rebecca counted as his underling, so she must have been expecting that he was going to ask for sex.
As Dave pondered what to do, his phone rang. Almost automatically, he picked it up and said, "David Jones."