Dr. Hurchinson gets a Make Over

Dr. Hutchinson tried to enter the lab that's Dr. Cranston was in, but her badge wouldn't give her access. "What gives?" She said pulling on the handle, she was sweating profusely.

Dr. Cranston turned on the intercom, "Hello, Helen," he said, "I see Anne found you. Sorry I can't talk to you in person I've activated quarantine protocols."

Quarantine protocols meant that Dr. Cranston was stuck inside the lab and barred from leaving. It was meant to contain infected individuals, but Cranston had planned this well. The lab would be his fallout shelter to wait as the world was overtaken by his nano-plague. He had enough food for a year that he secretly transported in the week before and the lab had a bathroom, shower, and bed just in case. He knew it wouldn't be long before everyone in the world was infected.

"What have you done, Bill?" Dr. Hutchinson asked. "You've done human testing on Anne. She can sue us."

"Oh I didn't just start testing on Anne," he said with a smile, "How are you feeling?"

"You bast-"

"Shut up, Helen!" Cranston yelled, Helen cowered. Cranston laughed. "How much of our personality is just dictated by chemicals? Already you are feeling the changes taking place. I feared you... but now I have the power."

Cranston began messing with the tablet. The nanites were almost ready to reach the next milestone, but he had all he needed right now.

Helen's hair tie dissolved releasing her golden locks. Her black pants suit turned into liquid, reshaping around her. As the liquid began to take shape her clothes morphed into a mini black satin pencil skirt and violet silk blouse. Her black rimmed glasses turned into tasteful frameless glasses, no prescription as the manures had corrected her vision. Her flats rose a couple of inches as they turned into sexy black heels.

"How does it feel to be my new secretary?" Cranston gloated as Helen began to cry. The tablet chimed.