Twirling the pen, Dave thought about his next move. With the magic of the pen, the possibilities were endless...and as he watched his new, sexy intern approaching with the file he'd requested, a throbbing tightness in his pants steered him towards lustier thoughts.
<Man, would I love a piece of that,> Dave thought to himself, eyeing the intern's young, virile body. Putting the pen to paper, he quickly scribbled [I am able to touch Janet's body whenever I want to and in any way I want to without anyone finding it strange.] The ink shimmered on the page for a moment...and without warning Dave blacked out.
It took a while for Dave to come to, especially since when he finally did he couldn't see; something was covering his eyes. He moved a hand up to brush it off his face, then suddenly froze. Two things - well, more than two things, but two immediate things - were wrong: the thing he was pushing back was in fact long locks of silky brown hair, and he was pushing it back with a slender, feminine hand that was definitely not his own. He jumped to his feet, almost falling over in the process on his unstable heels. That, the hair, the hand, and the distinct free feeling in his legs as air brushed freely across him led Dave to one conclusion: he was in a woman's body!
As Dave looked around and found himself surrounded by copying machines, he realized it wasn't just any woman's body - it was Janet's! When he glance down, he even saw the short black skirt and low-cut white blouse she had been wearing, complete with an impressive view of her sizeable cleavage. <How the hell did I get like this,> Dave wondered, <and what the hell do I do now?>