A surprise meeting

On a random Tuesday of no particular importance, you're sitting at your desk getting through your work for the day when your temp receptionist buzzes through to your intercom.

"Hey boss, there's someone here to see you." The temp says.

"Send them through." You say bluntly.

Thirty seconds later and in through your door walks one of the most stunning blonde women you've ever seen. Her hair is dyed a platinum blonde colour giving it that 'fake' look which matches her heavily make-up covered face complete with seductive eyeshadow and glossy pink lips. Her curvy figure is shown off clearly by her tight pink crop top and light grey skirt pencil skirt. Beneath the skirt she's wearing a pair of black fishnet tights which run all the way down from under her skirt to her red high heels. There's only one word that comes to mind when you look at her, 'bimbo'.

All you can hear is the clicking of her heels as she walks right up to your desk before sitting in the seat opposite you. Her appearance has immediately stripped your attention away from your work and to her instead.

"Hi there, welcome to Innovate Software Solutions. To what do I owe the pleasure." You say politely.

"You don't recognise me, do you?" Replies the blonde.

You stare at her blankly as you rack your brain desperately trying to remember where you must have met this woman before, but you can't come up with a single memory of her face. You find the fact you can't remember her surprising, given her appearance.

"I'm terribly sorry, you'll have to help me remember, what's your name?" You ask embarrassed.

"Meg." She replies.

You look at her trying to think of who you know named Meg as your brain simply can't connect the name to the face still. Then, all of a sudden it hits you. There's only a select few facial features that you can recognise, but to your shock this is Meg your old receptionist who left on paid vacation a few months ago after witnessing Diane getting gangbanged by the whole office by accident.

"Oh my god! Meg. You look so... different." You say to her, still looking her up and down as your mind tries to compute how this could possibly be the same young woman who used to sit at your office reception.

"Yeah, I figured you might say something like that." She replies with a smile.

"So what... what happened? Why do you look so... different?" You ask with disbelief.

"Why don't I start at the beginning." She replies.