“Show them what?” Tabitha challenged. “Say, “Hi, I used to be your colleague but now I’m a busty, gorgeous nymph?” All of them laughed at Tabitha’s comment. They knew they all were borderline nymphomaniacs. Somehow, that was another effect of their change.
“No, of course not,” Ricki said. “But why don’t we share our change with them.” She shook her hips a little while grinning seductively.
“You mean…” Brenda said, “Change them?”
“Exactly,” Ricki said. “Let’s make more people like us.”
Tabitha corrected her. “You mean ‘more women like us,’ right?”
“Well I don’t think we’re going to change people into men by fucking them,” Ricki giggled. “That’s not what happened to Brenda.”
“Sure isn’t,” Brenda said.
“So come on, let’s do it,” Ricki said.
“Just a second,” Tabitha said. “Don’t you think someone might notice what we’re doing? Like the police or something?”
“Yea, but what can they do about it?” Ricki asked. “Arrest us? For what? We’re not going to prostitute ourselves to people.”
“She has a point,” Brenda said. “And, remember, that smoke changed her.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Ricki asked.
“Simple,” Brenda said. “You must have something down in that lab where we can bottle it or can it. If someone gives us trouble, we let them have a whiff of it, and that achieves our same goal.” Ricki smiled out of one side of her mouth. Brenda’s idea was too perfect to ignore.
“I do,” she said. “In fact, “I’ve got one of those old fashioned Flits sprayers. That would be the best thing to use.” Brenda nodded in agreement. They looked at Tabitha. “So come on, are you in?” Ricki begged.
Tabitha quickly thought about everything that had happened. She remembered what her life had been like up until she returned home. She had a husband and a son who hated each other, and it was slowly driving her mad. Now that they weren’t males anymore, their problems and arguments had seemingly evaporated. It was as if the elimination of their maleness also eliminated all of their tension.
And besides, she thought, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she didn’t feel this good in years. She felt young, healthy, vital, and sexy again. She felt like she could do anything she wanted to do. And Ricki was right. How could someone legally hold them for some kind of wrongdoing? She used to study law, and couldn’t remember anything that might get them in trouble now. This idea was too good.
“Yea, let’s do it,” she grinned. “Let’s make the world a happier place.” The other two laughed and jumped for joy. “But first, we need some clothes. Follow me.” The three beautiful, bountiful women left what was Brendon’s room and headed down the hall. Brendon was no more. Who else would be made no more in the near future?