This is really neato, Steven thought as his hands roamed over the copy of Natalie's body that he currently had. His eyes followed them through the mirror as he turned this way and that while cupping the large breasts noticing how the sharp cutting pain in his shoulders lessened when he lifted them.
Never knew that these things could actually be so uncomfortable to hoist about, he thought as he let go and reached inside the blouse to adjust the straps. Watching in the mirror he noticed how his actions looked so much like what he had seen women do in the movies when they fixed themselves, and it made him smile. Of course the fact that he reset the strap perfectly to alleviate the aching caused also made him happy. It was like he instinctively knew just how to do it.
A sudden sharp rapping on the men's room door jarred Steven from his revelry as he heard Becky's voice call as if she was standing right next to him.
"Steven? You still in there?"
"Ah, y-yes," he stammered in Natalie's voice quickly catching himself and coughing.
Oh, crap! Did she hear me? What am I going to do? She can't see me like this, raced through his head in a panic as he held his forearms up shaking his hands at the wrist and looking around. Fortunately, it only took a few seconds for his brain to re-engage and cause his voice to become his own again.
*cough* "Yes, Becky. What is it?"
"Liz wants us downstairs for a huddle to discuss what's up for tonight and confirm assignments."
"OK, I'll be right there."
"Don't dawdle, dearie. Liz seems in a mood this eve."
"Yes. Righto. Right away."
Steven could hear Becky's footsteps fade as she left the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief while looking back into the mirror and admiring Natalie's form with sight and feel. It felt so exciting, new, different, and ever so intriguing. He just wanted to waltz down and be her, at least for a while.
Then he thought it would be rather odd for two of them to be on the floor at the same time. He was a little unsure if he could pretend to be her well enough to convince the others that the real Natalie was a fake. That would be so fun though. This thought made a rather sinister and partly sexy, seductive smirk come across his face. Oh, he can have so much fun with this power.
"I can be just about anyone," he giggled as he thought of all his other coworkers. "Well, not just about. I can be anyone I want to be, even their relatives or spouses." That's when he thought of Eric, Liz's husband and how great it would be to prank Liz by being him.
Better yet, maybe if I was Liz ... he sniggered to himself. Imagining her all flustered as he mimicked her every move and expression. He was very well acquainted with his good friend and felt comfortable about impersonating her. In fact, he had morphed into her body without trying. Just the thought must have done it. Now he was in her pants and blouse with her very ample boobs holstered securely, and prominently, under it. He was so excited that he felt his nipples extending and pushing out.
When he caught a glimpse of himself, or rather Liz's body that he had, in the mirror, he couldn't control himself with laughing. "What big boomers I've got there now," he swaggered in Liz's voice shifting his chest up and down from one side to the other making the mammoths alternatingly bounce sending further thrills through him.
"Steven! We're all here waiting," came the crackling sound of Liz's impatient voice over the in-house speakers.
Steven panicked and ran out the door not wanting to upset Liz any further. She would probably give him double duty if he didn't hurry no matter what powers that old guy gave him.
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