Yes, go to the office

Mr. Worthington has an electric blue Maserati. You could make one of your own with the remote, but it's more fun to have him give it to you as a present. You speed down the road with just one stop. A motorcycle cop felt you were going to fast.

As he stood there motionless, awaiting license and registration that would never come, it occurs to you that it would have been more fun if a female cop had pulled you over and then it dawns on you that there's no reason that couldn’t still be the case.

With just a few clicks of the remote, Officer Mack Jones becomes Officer Marci Bones. She's wearing a uniform appropriate for a porn parody that barely contains her boobs and butt. You send her off to protect and serve. Or at least serve. Your plans for changes in the office broaden.

The first person you and KiKi encounter is Lenore, the receptionist. The African-American woman in her mid-50s raised an eyebrow.

"I can't believe you dared show up, Bill!" She says. "Come to clear out your office before Karen gets back?"

"Actually, I'll be moving into Karen Frum's office, Lenore," you tell her. "I'm the boss now."

"Bullshit," the receptionist smirks. "You going through some sort of midlife crisis, blowing off your job and paying for an escort?"

"I'm Mr. Peters personal assistant, thank you very much!" KiKi clarifies. "And you should be more respectful to our boss!"

"Honey, whatever he's paying you, it's not worth it," Lenore says. "And I hope you got it up front!"

"KiKi here was Karen Frum just a few hours ago," you tell Lenore, grabbing KiKi's ass and making her squeal. "If you're lucky, you'll be mistaken for an escort soon as well, Lenore."

The receptionist scoffs, at least until you drop her age to 19 with the remote.

"OMG!" She cries. "What did you do to me?"

She looks down at her transformed body.

"I made your boobs and ass entirely too small," you confess. "Getting younger can do that, but it’s an easy fix."

And with a few clicks, Lenore is indeed bursting seams above and below. She screams in response, a bellaring bray of a scream. For a security company, one would think that would bring a guard, but only Sven from accounting responds, up until you pause him in the middle of asking what was happening. You pause Lenore as well, to keep her from screaming again.

You design a new outfit for her new exaggerated hourglass figure: a frilly little lemon yellow halter top and matching mini skirt with knee-length vynyl boots. You don’t want her screaming but you don't really want her completely mind-controled yet. You're kind of enjoying her knowing what's happening and being unable to stop it.

You have an idea and type in a few changes, then unpause Lenore.

"Billy has a thingie that he used on me, Sven!" The receptionist says to the motionless account, then "Eek!"

The eek is what she used in place of a scream, which you had swapped out. The urge to scream came from how her voice came out.

"Oh my gosh! What did you do to my voice, Billy?" She asks in the high-pitched, soft, girly voice you had given her with the remote. "I sound like a silly-silly!"

"Maybe you are a silly-silly, Lenore," you say. "Does she seem like a silly-silly to you, KiKi?"

"She's a silly-silly if you say she's a silly-silly, Mr. Peters," your loyal assistant opines.

"I'm not a silly-silly! " Lenore tries to yell but barely raises her voice. "You two are meanies! Why can't I do a swearsie? I want to do a swearsie so bad!"

"Now, now, Lenore," you chide. "Don’t be a naughty girl or I might have to punish you."

"You don't think this is a punishment?" She says, pointing to her voice box.

"Maybe," you concede. "But not compared to the other changes I made. "