Change of plans. Or rather, back to the original plan.

As you emerge from the bathroom, Georgia is typing rapidly at her computer. A news report can be heard.

"...unsure what may have caused it. But the reports that we are able to get from reliable sources and partners around the world confirm this is a global, widespread phenomenon. Please remain calm. Our local authorities are doing their best to organize despite the confusion, but it will take time."

At your appearance, Georgia looks up at you and the stained clothing. "Put those down; you're not going anywhere I can't keep an eye on you. It's pandemonium out there and you're basically useless by yourself. You'd get my body kidnapped or something for sure."

Kidnapped? If this was happening to the whole world, then things are probably really unstable. Anyone could be anyone? Yes, that is cause for concern. "O-oh. Okay." Your head is still feeling from the absurdity of the fact that people are all changing bodies, but Georgia's steadfast and determined personality is helping you to remain calm. As annoying as you've always found her—now him—he really is a natural leader. "So... what are we going to do?" You wish you didn't sound so unsure of yourself, but considering the whole world was in chaos, you decide it's a reasonable response.

He barely spares you a glance. "You're going to prep the conference room just like your schedule says. Don't forget; today is the big launch and I am not going to let something like this get in the way. So get to work. And stand up straight, John, you're making me look like a slob."

You adjust your posture, strangely aware of the position of your breasts as you straighten up. You feel much more "on display," but a quick look at the mirror proves that you really do just look more professional. You can't really help it that your chest has breasts on it, after all.

"Better. Don't make me remind you again, woman." Gorgia says dismissively as he turns back to his computer screen.

So you return to the tasks of the day as if nothing happened. Nevermind you're now doing it in four inch stilettos and stockings. The process of checking the teleconference equipment, prepping the coffee machines, and stocking the room with fresh water, snacks, and office supplies is a fairly mindless one, so your thoughts are free to focus on just how bizarre it is to be in a woman's body. Every movement feels very different. Every brush of your thighs against one another, or your arms against your breasts reminds you that things are quite different.

But even so, within an hour your brain adjusts enough to lend a sense of normalcy. You're still the assistant intern, still doing mundane assistant intern things.

Michael shows up, briefly confusing you for Georgia before vanishing into the latter's office. Only one other engineer manages to make it to the office at all, and you start to wonder if there's really even any point to pretending you can actually have a normal business day with everything else going on.

Georgia puts you in charge of reception to vet anyone else who shows up. Anyone could be anyone, after all. Even an apparent child wandering through the doors could be one of the company's senior engineers, and Georgia wants everyone she can get.