Veronica looked around in the office.
Trough retroactive change the room now had always been Blutz's.
Where the desk had been covered in strewn around paper before it had now been ordered neatly.
All the work was neatly filed and all forms of that day were filled in. The new chef was a thousand times more professional.
Gone was the candy jar for Shrew's personal use. In it's stead stood a little trophy for services rendered to the city.
The wall behind her was adorned with Blutz's college degree. In general everything was cleaner and more orderly.
Veronica walked to the bookcase next to the desk. Her ass jiggled immensely and her short pants crept up her bum.
She plucked at it annoyed. She also unbuttoned the top of her shirt for pretty much no reason other than to stare content at her cleavage.
I looked at the books on the shelf. They seemed to be about psychology and law, more in-depth in the theory about law enforcement than
a cop would really have to understand. Veronica definitely didn't understand it, she let her gaze fall on the letters on the back of the books and
made a sheepish blank stare. I wondered if she was even fully literate, the complaints in the previous reality had certainly been short with
simple wording.
She looked up at the top shelf and I could see what she had really come for. The candy jar still existed, it had just been shelved out of sight.
On top of the bookcase it sat, with still some old bubble gum balls in it. Veronica had gotten a sugar low again and was trying to reach it.
She couldn't, her arms just didn't reach the higher shelves. I looked around a bit more, the entire office had been decorated by a much taller person.
Blutz was something like 6 foot 8 since I had lengthened her legs in my stage act and the entire room was meant to accommodate her.
Veronica was almost two feet shorter and would have had to stand on her tippy toes to even touch the college degree hanging of the wall.
Never mind stuff Blutz had purposefully placed high up and out of reach.
In her desperation she started jumping, a futile attempt since it must have been three feet higher than she could reach with her arm while standing.
She grunted unhappily, it made a "mwhuh" sound. This stopped her in her track completely. She seemed completely surprised by the sound of her
own voice and she forgot about the jar immediately. She tried making some more sounds. "mwuh. mwah. dwo we mwi fwa so way tea". Her thick
lips were getting in the way of her pronunciation and she had to adjust to opening her mouth slightly more to let the air come trough. She pressed
her fingers into her lips to feel the flesh and made some kissing sounds. After a bit too long of practicing she tried her hand at a sentence.
"My name is Veronica Shrew and I'm..... I'm the.... the intern at the local police office...." It still sounded shrill and unpleasant to me so I wished
her voice to become deeper and more sensual. She tried talking again, lifting her lips carefully for every word she spoke.
"I have lived in an apartment at the Kennedy lane ever since I dropped out of high school" She was looking a bit more relieved now, having found
a part of her live that hadn't been retconned and banned from her mouth. But she still looked a bit surprised at her sudden sexy voice.
Forgetting about the candy she started rummaging trough Blutz's stuff. Humming to herself in her new voice she lifted up the papers on the desk
to find something of interest. "Come on, blackmail material, come on... That bitch must have taken some bribe somewhere?" In between straining
to read papers and talking to herself she threw the odd glance at the door, afraid that somebody might enter while she was looking where she wasn't
supposed to.
I was really getting fed up with her bitchy attitude in every possible universe. There had to be some proper way of punishing her.