Not yet but probably soon if I, the author, have anything to say about it

Melissa's body was something to behold. Faith's crush had faded, but she still got off pretty regularly to thoughts of her friend. She hadn't stooped so low as to take creep shots, but her mental spank bank was chocked so full of Melissa that she couldn't remember which had really happened and which hadn't. Some were obvious, of course, like that time Mel didn't actually get up on her desk and lift her skirt, showing off those perfect hips with the obvious hip bones made for grabbing onto and pushing in. She probably also didn't offer up her pussy and demand it licked. But other times, like watching Mel change quickly in the bathroom, nothing on but that strappy black bra that barely contained her bountiful boobs. That one probably had happened. She had been getting ready for a date with Scott after all. Damn, those two deserved each other. Seriously lucky that two of the most gorgeous people Faith had ever seen managed to find each other.

"Hello?" Mel said, waving her hand in front of her boobs, pressing against the pretty blue dress. "I said there's no way I'm going to be your model, so stop sizing me up." If only she knew what thoughts were really going on in Faith's head. They involved a lot less clothes than she wanted for the meeting. "That's way too embarrassing, and besides, Scott wouldn't like it. How would it look to have the CEO's wife shown off for a crowd?"

Faith sighed. She picked up a fidget toy from the corner of Mel's desk and started playing with it while she thought. Mel had a good dozen toys around the desk, most of them little cute figurines. "You're probably right..."

"What do you mean 'probably?'"

"... But I still think you'd make for an excellent model. And besides, if I had your body I'd show it off whenever I could, and if we were dating I'd love to show you off. Doesn't Scott like showing off his sexy wife?"

The moment she asked the question, Mel's whole outfit, and her wardrobe in general, shifted. The sexpot was now wearing what amounted to a white blouse, tight enough that it almost looked tucked in to her cleavage, and thin enough to see the color of the black, sheer teddy through it and her skin tone in the gaps of the teddy's lace if you were looking close enough. Which Faith was. Frequently. The blouse was tucked into a black leather miniskirt that hugged each fabulous ass cheek individually and had to be near bursting while she sat. It must be quality stuff. If Faith had been able to see the change happen with her memories intact after her last question, she would have wondered if maybe one of those kinks Mel held secret was exhibitionism. After all, she had only changed Scott's opinion. And now (and in the past, according to everyone's memory), Mel had a habit of subtly encouraging some very specific peeking.

"Okay, fine, I'll be your model," Mel said, tossing her long, blonde, wavy tresses over one shoulder. In this new reality, she had actually been a model for the company a few times during special promotions. "But you have to actually get to work on the damn presentation. I'll help, since I need to know my queues anyway." She stands up, bending over and letting Faith see straight down her top, deep into the valley and making her mouth water. One more for the spank bank.