Moriarty couldn't tolerate such a scene on the hotel's opening day. Guests were starting to come in, and while there would obviously be some unexpected responses from the staff in the future, he needed this first day to run smoothly.
He called the front desk, where Chloe was just done checking in a pair of soldiers on leave.
"Moriarty Arms," he heard Chloe's youthful but saucy voice say. "May I help you?"
"Chloe, it's Dr. Moriarty," he said. "I understand Mike's making some kind of ruckus over at the bar's lounge. Could you bring him down here to see me? Tell him I'd like to help him with whatever his problem is."
"Certainly, Doctor," she said. She arranged for another receptionist to cover for her and trotted on over to the lounge, where she did a double-take at the scene in front of her. Michelle, the hot blonde whose legs Chloe so admired (just as she had two colors in her hair, she enjoyed having two different genders in her bed) was wearing a man's tuxedo and trying very hard to pull Mike the waiter away from a woman in a French maid costume similar to Michelle's own - and as she got closer, Chloe realized that the "woman" was Roger the piano player!
"What have you done to her?!?" Mike was demanding of the cross-dressed Roger, who was sobbing in a fashion that Chloe could only describe as girlish.
"I do not understand!" he said through tears (and in what sounded like a French accent). "Why are you acting this way, sweetie?"
"Chill out, buddy!" insisted Michelle (with no trace of accent), still trying to pull Mike away.
"Everyone calm down!" Chloe yelled. She wasn't big, nor did she have a big voice, but the presence of a new party shouting so forcefully temporarily jolted everyone out of their mania.
Mike turned to her, desperate for someone to believe him. "Chloe, you're seeing this, right? Please tell me I'm not crazy here."
"Look," she said. "I don't know what's going on, but we have guests starting to arrive, and Dr. Moriarty can't have this. He told me to bring you down to see him, and that he'd try to help with whatever the problem is."
"Yeah, he's the one with the problem," Michelle said scornfully, as she lit up a cigarette and held it to her mouth in a masculine fashion.
"Do not say that, Roger!" shrieked Roger, much to Chloe's confusion.
"Enough!" Chloe insisted. "Everybody's coming down to Dr. Moriarty's office! Mike, you first."
Mike glared at Roger as he began walking towards the elevator. Roger moved quickly after him, walking remarkably well - and with a feminine sway in his hips, Chloe noticed - in those four-inch stilettos. Michelle followed, and Chloe admired how even in the man-tailored tuxedo pants, her ass looked amazing.
"That girl hit the genetic jackpot," she thought.
Moriarty watched them enter the elevator and released the gas. It was always so much easier when they came right down to him like that. He had his staff bring Roger and Michelle back upstairs and turned his attention to Mike and Chloe. Something had to be done to Mike, if only to make him stop kicking up a fuss, but what?
Chloe and Mike seemed ideal candidates to start trying some significant physical changes. (For starters, he really wanted to see her hair on a man.) On the other hand, maybe day one was time for something less overt, especially in the wake of the Roger/Michelle switch. He knew that once transformed, Mike would now treat Roger as the real Michelle - maybe he could help things along by swapping Mike's penis for Chloe's vagina? (And since he knew of Chloe's bisexuality, as well as her attraction to both Roger and Michelle, giving her a cock presented a host of possibilities.)
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