Arriving at Work.

The morning traffic was awful, same as usual. As George finally pulled into the parking lot, groaning at the idea of working in his current state, a realization hit him.

He could swap Tara and Jennifer back today.

With a bit of guilt, he realized he’d not even really thought about either of them since Saturday when he’d failed to swap them back last time. Honestly, if he’d called out today, like he’d thought about doing, he might not have remembered to swap them back at all.

God, this is the last thing I need right now, George thought to himself. The argument with Jordan still irritated him. He had done something wrong to her, even if she didn’t realize it. He knew he shouldn’t blame her for that, but it was still annoying. Apparently the people he changed wouldn’t realize that something had **** them to change, and wouldn’t react well if he tried to point that out.

What if they were being outright **** to act like their stereotypes? What if they were trapped in their bodies, seeing themselves act in a way they never would have?

A wave of cold dread hit George at the thought. Way to always think of the worst things, he thought.

There was no proof of that idea, at least anymore proof than the other ideas he had come up with. But the idea was disturbing enough by itself.

George pulled out his phone to make the swap for Tara, but hesitated before opening the app. He was being **** to use it. He would have to use the app to make a swap again, or perhaps something worse once he leveled up more. He needed to figure out how this worked and prove his worst fears wrong, for his own sanity as much as anything else.

In order to do that, he needed to see how Tara and Jennifer had changed. He would have to talk to them, try to get a picture for what had gone through their minds like he’d witnessed with Jordan. Only after that would he swap them back, then watch them closely to see how they perceive the swap back.

How would they rationalize such a quick swap? George realized he probably wouldn’t be able to do that to Jordan now, considering how much the change seemed to have meant to her.

What if Tara viewed her change positively as well? Would he not swap them back if that was the case?

No, George thought. It wouldn’t be an issue. Tara had been turned into a bimbo, and a smart one at that. Jordan’s transformation seemed like it would be pretty similar personality wise, and had added more positive aspects to her. Being transformed into a bimbo was… bad, George believed. Tara would not have enjoyed such a radical change as that, and was likely distraught during the process. Hopefully she was well enough to be at work today.

And if Jennifer viewed her swap positively, well, that was too bad for her. As hypocritical as it may have sounded, George wasn’t going to let her steal Tara’s personality for her own benefit.

“Fuck,” George muttered as he looked at the clock. After all that rushing, he was late because he couldn’t stop thinking about the app.

After clocking in and getting an earful from his supervisor (not Anna’s mother thankfully, who was more like the department head), George finally got a chance to look around the office for Tara or Jennifer. Neither of them were visible.

Jennifer might’ve been at her desk, but usually she was loud enough that he would have been able to hear her. That might have changed though, but he didn’t want to stand up in order to look over the cubicle walls to check. He could see Tara’s chair from his desk though, and she wasn’t there. Was she out sick today, George asked himself. Did the stress get to her?

Not wanting to get in trouble again, George decided to keep his head down and work hard until lunch. If Tara was here, she would show up eventually. If she wasn’t, then he could track down Jennifer during his lunch.

After multiple mind numbing calls, George was about to go on break when he heard footsteps behind him, and a quiet knock on the plastic desk.

George gaped as he looked up and saw Tara standing there, smiling brightly at him. Her hair was pretty much the same, perhaps a bit sleeker but still black and wavy. She had more makeup on, but not enough to change her look substantially.

But everything else was different. Instead of her normal, conservative button down shirts, she was wearing a tight, pink t-shirt with a singing Jigglypuff on it. The shirt clearly didn’t fit, her large breasts stretching the material and showing off a deep valley of dark cleavage. It was obvious, George realized, that Tara’s boobs were even larger than he’d imagined.

Instead of her usual work pants, she was wearing light blue jean shorts, which were likely just long enough to get away with here. Her thick, caramel colored thighs stood out against the light coloring of her pants, and George felt himself getting hard as he realized he’d never seen her as hot as this before.

Looking up at her face again, Tara was smiling brightly, having clearly caught him ogling her. They stared at each other for a moment, then Tara broke the silence.

“Hi!”