Grace's turn again

Her boss didn't last long and soon her belly was full once again. He complimented her work ethic as he pulled his pants up and left like it was totally normal.

She shook her head, this was so weird. She stood up and brushed herself off...and suddenly felt so out of place. She had to dress more conservatively for work. She just had to. Also...she couldn't take off this outfit.

She charged out of the conference room and kept going until she saw Stacy. "Stacy can I borrow a sweater?"

Stacy looked at her and nodded slowly. She actually took the sweater she was wearing off and passed it to Grace, "Ya...I think you need it more than I do."

"Thanks! I'll bring it back tomorrow ok?" Stacy nodded dumbly.

She still felt not entirely appropriate but at least she felt like she could work now.

With the...business...of the past day forgotten her boss sent her another report to analyze. She was happy to throw herself into work.

It wasn't until early afternoon that she remembered to check on Eva, and only because her own timer was close to zero. Eva had lucked out with a relatively minor change. An affinity for pink clothes, which she didn't have to worry about now since she was home, and naked.

At least her trade with Eva was working. She was having a normal day as if she wasn't the property of Grace. She wasn't looking forward to going home to deal with that again.

Finally though it was her time to pick again.

She immediately discounted the pig. She didn't even want to know. Based on Raj she was pretty sure the playing card would give her some kind of raceplay fetish. That might be innocent enough...but it kind of grossed her out. She'd been fetishized enough herself, she didn't want to live that.

That left the doll. A rare one too.

Doll (Rare)

Permanent Smile

Permanent smile? Like a doll. Of course. She turned on her selfie camera to check. Yep. She was smiling. She tried to frown, or make any other expression. It was impossible. All she could do is smile.

"Fuck." Grace almost never swore. You might think her other changes were enough to cause her to curse but somehow it was this **** expression that did it for her. Now she just looked...brainless. She hated it, even if it didn't look that way.

She shook her head. She'd get rid of this. Eventually. To looked back to her computer, back to work.