Follow Myrna

"Finished for the day, love?"

The friendly voice causes Myrna to turn around. Mr. Jenkins, the security guard at the Department is giving her a toothy grin. He is an elderly man, perhaps nearing retirement age. A bit of a harmless pervert too, Myrna thinks as she feels Mr. Jenkins' eyes rest on her bosom.

"I'm having some guests over," Myrna smiles as she continues clocking herself out on the system. "My nieces are here to spend the weekend"

***

Myrna turns to face herself on the full body mirror in her room. Her hands slowly unclasps the bra that supports the weight of her mounds. She runs her hands over the globes, admiring them. She still looks well preserved. On a good day, she could probably pass for a woman half her age. She tugs at a bit of fat around her hips, a sign that she should be more disciplined with her workout routine.

Myrna grabs an ornate looking black pen and points it towards herself. A quiet hum resonates in the room as a beam of light hits her. A slit opens up on the nape of her neck. Her fingers pry at it until the slit opens wider. Myrna's face begins to lose its shape as something struggles to burst out of her nape.

A head bursts out from Myrna's nape as her face now deflates and lays on her mounds. The head that appear is distinctively female, with high cheekbones and pointed chin. Short jet black hair complements her somewhat attractive features, those typical of someone of a Japanese descent.

A smirk breaks on the woman's face as she examines the contrasting view of her head seated atop Myrna's more generous body. "I shouldn't, she says in a slightly accented English and draws her hands away from the insides of her thighs. There's a lot of things that she needs to do and the last thing she wants is to be mocked by Cecil and Natalie. Especially Natalie.