Perfect colleague at the... perfect work place?

"I'm not 100% sure," Amy says as you both hear some of your colleagues from the early shift are starting to return to the changing rooms. "But, I was thinking someone with that gun would be a perfect job buddy," she continues in a more hushed tone as she glances around. "Because you can pretty much get rid of the annoying co-workers."

You roll your eyes but give her a smile. You admit that she's really cute and a bit geeky, which you can sympathize with. You hear the door slamming in the neighboring changing room. You get annoyed as you feel much more like making out with Amy than getting to work. Still, there's the gun and stuff to worry about. "We don't have a lot of time," You say in a hasty tone. "Did you have any wishes or should we wait until we get off our shift?"

"Um, sure!" Amy says, a bit stressed out, but afraid of losing her opportunity. "Maybe make me a bit taller and- oh, more successful! I'm tired of being broke!"

"Alright," you say with a shrug, focus on the task ahead for two seconds because you're getting a bit stressed and-

*ZAP*

Amy looks down at her taller and curvier frame and smacks her lips before glancing at a mirror. "Oh. My. Gawd! Marcy, I'm a total... bombshell!"

You have a confused look on your face. "Um, I didn't really think much about how you were to look, just taller and more successful. And you're totally taller," you say, looking up at the woman who probably ways twice as much as she did ten seconds ago.

"Yeah, but my fat lips, my fake titties, where did that come from?" Amy says as she pats her bolted on chest and testily bites her lips.

Just as you're about to say you've got, like, no idea, Jennifer from the morning shift opens the door. She gives the two of you a icy stare before rolling her eyes. She's usually cool, but she is working the morning shift because she doesn't have what you guys have... yet. She's also wearing a pretty... unconventional outfit, minishorts, a very tight top with a colorful bra bleeding through, high heels, but she doesn't rock the outfit as well as you do. "Amy, the virgins are lining up by your register to get their pocket pussies signed. What's the hold-up?"

Amy's register? pocket pussies? Didn't you guys work in a generic Walmart?

Oh, no. You're working at "Slutea," the all-in-one swedish sex store franchise that employs bimbos and bombshells to do various jobs around the various departments. And Amy is one of the franchise's big stars on this continent. Her tailor made "Amy's abyss" pocket pussies have won a lot of prices the last year. She's earning hundreds of thousands in percentages right now!

"Oh snap, I'm sorry." Amy beams in a mix of elation and panic, the sort of mood where you realize you've won the lottery but you got thirty minutes to cash the check or it'll be voided. She glances at you as she dashes past Jennifer. "Lets meet up after work and talk some more, Marcy!"

"Um, sure," you say as you feel happy for Amy's happiness. You do love making people feel nice, after all, or you wouldn't be working in Slutea, you think, but something itches in the back of your head about that.

"Oh, add me on social media so we can, like, talk. And keep me in the loop!" Amy adds through the door. "I'm abyssamy#420696969!"

"Um, sure!" you say with a smile and wave at her as she vanishes from sight. Jennifer gives you a look of confusion. "Didn't you try to hit on her three months ago and she shot you down? Why the change of heart?"

"Err, common interests? I probably choked on that first impression," you say, trying to remember the alternative past you hitting on alternative past Amy, but it doesn't immediately ring a bell.

Jennifer gives you a glance that says you failing a first impression with anyone you put your eyes on is an impossibility. "Sure, oh well. Good luck with the afternoon crowd," she says as she opens her closet and begins undressing. "No-nut-june ended today, right? Some of the guys on the morning shift were barely comprehensible. Thank god security forces them to shower and rent clothing before they enter the maze."

"Yeah, thank god for that," you say, feeling a bit of a pity for the nerds, but you love them just the same. "Damn, I better get going as well," you say as you pick up your slightly bulging gun-containing clutch purse and begin walking off. "Thanks for your work today, Jennifer! Call me if there is anything!" you smirk back at her, open for anything.

She gives you the heterosexual look that says 'I appreciate the appreciation but I currently don't swing that way,' and waves you off. "Okay! Have a nice day!"

As you begin walking down the long hallways behind the maze of the store, you get a few moments to think for yourself. You're about to go to work as a girl, your boss is a bimbo, who, to your mild frustration, is now actually pretty well suited for her job.

Wait... when did this place change into a Slutea? When you turned your boss into a blonde bimbo, this place was still a pretty average Walmart... relatively speaking. you remember a surprising amount of ditzy customers and a large female clothing apartment. Then as Amy accidentally zapped you, you were a Oh-mart, which seemed even more sexually oriented. Then as you turned Amy into a successful colleague, you ended up... here.

You stop in front of the door to your workplace in the maze. A part of you really wants you to stop and think while you have the time for yourself. But, duty calls, right?

(images for Amy: Kayla Green)