Lay Low

The girl passed Chuck without acknowledging him. Chuck went into his apartment. All he had was a recliner, an end table a love seat and two bar stools by the island in the kitchen. The bedroom had a queen-sized bed and dresser. He sat in his recliner and wondered about his new powers. He thought about his first two "victims." He thought of the 40 something blonde he had turned into a nerd. He wondered about her life. Before her transformation, was she married with children, and afterwards was she still married with children except their wife and mother was now a nerd who dressed in stereotypical nerd dress and was the younger girl a professional clown now instead of what she was before her outfit changed?

Chuck spent the rest of the weekend pondering his new gift and did not leave his apartment except to do some grocery shopping.

Monday morning, he went to work. He went into the office building and headed for the elevators when a businesswoman rushed past him into the elevator car. Chuck had seen her a couple of times. She nodded at him when they passed, but nothing else. She was on the phone and complaining to someone about a deal gone wrong.

Chuck decided to hell with his moral quandaries and decided to have some fun: Happy, silly business bunny woman

"Yeah, don't worry about it," said the now cheerful woman.

Chuck stifled a laugh at what his thought produced: a combination of fetish bunny, furry, and businesswoman. He got on the elevator car and the woman smiled at him. She was giggling and happy for the rest of her call.

Chuck got off on his floor and walked into the office. He saw Brooklyn Sanders, the boss's secretary, and from what he overheard, the boss's fucktoy.

"Hey, Clark," she said.

"Chuck."

"Oh, whatever." She just stood there and smiled.

Chuck thought.