He starts with her tits.

As Rebecca stalked through the office she was looking for trouble, mainly getting people into it. She popped around the corner to Sean's desk, her grin falling from her face faster than an anvil in a cartoon. He was working hard as always. She sighed and headed to her desk. Before she had taken more than a few steps however, and with no one else within ear or eye-shot, Sean had turned around and asked, "Ms. Thomas: Would you rather have a nice set of E-cup breasts that are real and everyone else thinks are fake, or have them be fake and everyone think they are real?"

This was it! She had finally caught him! She turned around with a huge smile on her face and opened her mouth to admonish her arch-rival, "I'd rather have the fake ones everyone thinks are real. My reputation is too important!" Her hands clasped over her mouth as her chest and outfit began to morph. Her tits grew larger, perkier, and very well made. If he hadn't known the question she just answered, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Rebecca opened her mouth to speak again, this time more cautiously, "What did you just say you filthy little pervert?" The older woman's voice was shrill, but still quiet.

Sean didn't miss a beat and grinned, "I asked you how you were doing this morning and asked if we were still on for our pre-conference meeting at 10:30?" She stood up to her full height and motioned to her breasts, "What about these?! Do you think they just popped into existence out of nothing?" The handsome sales manager shrugged and did his best to blush, answering, "I'm sure I don't want to make a comment on your breasts Ms. Thomas." He shook his head and got back to work.

Walking slowly backwards from Sean, Rebecca frowned and began doubting her own reality. Perhaps the swelling in her chest wasn't as much as she thought. Her outfits were always so restrictive, and she had been indugling in a bit too much sushi with Raina (her girlfriend) lately. As she backed away, getting ready to turn around and head back to her office, Sean asked one last question for now, "Would you rather be a bisexual nympho who will fuck anything on two legs as long as they show even the most remote interest in your, or remain a lesbian except for your **** sexual arousal at how I would perform in bed?"

Shaking her head and trying to deny the impossible changes, and almost ignoring the question because of how ludicrous it was, she answered, "I would rather have some self control and not become a nympho," Rebecca's eyes popped open and she went to her office trying to get away from the whole unreal situation. Sean grinned as he begin working on the conference meeting slides.