Gemma, The Timid Hotel Employee

Gulping, Gemma took every step as cautiously as she could. Being yelled at by Kim for being late for stocking clean towels was one thing. Being fired for peeping on a guest was even worse. But, she knew she had to do this. A simple act of putting a towel on the empty towel rack. Easy. No complaints to the staff, no firing happening.

Hearing an eep from Emily, Gemma practically jumped out of her skin. Her heart raced, waiting for the shower curtain to pull back, see someone screaming in terror. But it didn't happen. "Why'd it suddenly get so cold?!" Gemma heard Emily ask before cranking the right knob.

Sighing in relief, Gemma finished her small steps to the rack by the sink. As if defusing a bomb, she very carefully slithered the towel in, making sure it was secure. With the hard part done, Gemma turned around and prepared to leave, much in the same quiet manner.

Emily groaned. Now the water was too hot! "Damn water..." Emily grumbled as she bent down. Turning the right knob back to the left, Emily stood back, taking a step away to watch the water fall down from the shower head. However, Emily felt her leg give out on her suddenly, as she gripped the shower curtain in vain. Airborne, wet and wrapped by the shower curtain, Emily's last thoughts were "Who the Hell is that?"

Emily woke up, in a room that clearly wasn't hers. Everything in the room was wrong. The bed, the walls, the sheets, everything wasn't correct. She heard a grunt beside her as the bed shifted. "Hey babe." A woman said with a smile.

Emily felt her heart flutter at the woman's words and smile. Her cheeks turned red. "Hey..." She Emily answered. Except, she didn't sound like herself. And she didn't do it, her mouth did it on its own!

"I wasn't too rough last night, was I?" The woman asked before pecking Emily on the cheek. "Hearing you scream my name just got me into it."

Emily felt her privates twitch at that. "It was..." Emily heard and felt herself say as her head turned away, her face getting even redder.

"Shhh. You don't have to say it." The woman interrupted, patting Emily on the head. "Let's get dressed and I'll drive you to work, okay?"

Emily felt her head nod before the rest of her rolled out of bed and stood in front of a mirror. The reflection definitely wasn't her! For starters, she was short, probably not even 5 foot even. She was chunky, with a pretty similar figure to Nicole, but a bit less endowed in some spots. Her blonde hair was a similar color to Emily's, but in a bob instead, adorned with a black hairband, decorated with a panda charm.

"Wear the glasses again." Emily heard the woman from earlier say before appearing beside her. "They look cuuute on you!"

Emily felt her face heat up again. "O-Okay Val..." her body's voice answered, grabbing a pair of frameless glasses and putting them on.

The woman, named Val, was the polar opposite of whoever Emily was right now. Skinny, almost to an unhealthy degree, with almost no curves to speak of. Although based on her bra, she had beaten Emily on that front, just by a smidge. She had already gotten dressed, wearing almost all black and purple, with her makeup and hair done in all black done to scream "Punk". The small mole under her left eye was a direct contrast to this look.

"Right eye or left eye today?" Val asked, raising an eyebrow at Emily. Getting only a response in the form of Emily's body fidgeting, she sighed. "Right eye, right? You like the mole." She said, brushing her short black hair to cover her right eye before curling upwards slightly.

Emily felt her face smile as Val turned back to her. She towered over Emily at the moment, Val was probably 6 and a half feet, if not more. Val, grinning, bent over and whispered something inside Emily's ear.

Emily moaned as her eyes bolted open. Panting, she lifted her hands up, staring at them, her mind racing. She knew this feeling. Subconsciously, her body had... Pleasured itself while she slept. It wasn't the first time.

Emily, taking a deep breath, struggled to sit up. Her clothes were wet? She wasn't wearing any clothes. And the dampness was from the inside, the outside of them were dry. And, these definitely weren't her size. And... This wasn't her body!

Feeling her heart race, Emily shot up and stared in the mirror. She was the woman from her dream! Same hotel polo, waaay too short skirt, thigh high socks. Except, her face was definitely Emily's. And she had lost weight maybe? She wasn't 1 to 1 as Emily dreamed of her.

As Emily thought of any explanation, she felt a searing heat in her chest. As Emily gripped it, she felt something growing out of it. Gasping, she watched her reflection as the necklace from earlier slowly emerged from her skin, the chain popping out around her neck, the glowing green stone sitting gently between her new, much larger breasts. The pain was gone, with no injury where the necklace popped out from.

Emily was panicking now more than ever, unable to find out what happened. She didn't even know who she was, if she was even herself anymore! "I want to me be again! I want to be myself!" Emily shouted at her reflection.

On queue, her stomach gurgled as her body felt incredibly strange. Emily felt herself being pushed as suddenly, everything went black and then quickly back to normal. Except, she couldn't move. Emily screamed, realizing only her head and shoulders had emerged, everything else of her trapped inside whoever this person was.

"Get. Get back in me!" Emily heard the voice from her dream groan. "GET BACK IN ME!" She suddenly shouted, grabbing Emily's head.

"NO! I WANT TO ME MYSELF!" Emily shouted back, feeling caught in the woman's body.

"I NEED your confidence! You... You can take control again! I CAN'T be myself! I can't just be Gemma!" The woman shouted, pulling Emily back inside of her.

Emily looked at her reflection as Gemma's mind entangled with hers. In Gemma's 19 years, this was the first time, ever, that Gemma had demanded something, stuck up for herself. And when she shouted she "needed" Emily, she just wanted to be back in the passenger seat for her life, more than content to give Emily full control.

Emily bit her bottom lip as she thought. If she stayed like this, as this... Emma, she'd have a figure finally. She had envied her sister's and mother's for so long, it only seemed natural to keep Gemma's for herself. But, would Emily really like this? Would she want to spend her life as this?