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Chapter #4
"Colleen" waits for "Mike" to arrive
by: Unknown
Fortunately, being a McDonald's manager isn't that tasking of a calling. I'd worked part-time at the restaurant long enough to know most of what Colleen and the other managers did. I figured I could easily bluff my way through things … at least until Colleen showed up in my body. Then the two of us could put our heads together and figure out some way of tracking down the crazy old witch that laid this transforming curse on me in the first place.
I took a deep sigh and leaned my back against the wall outside the men's room door. The restaurant was fairly quiet at the moment. That meant not too much to do. That also meant I had time to take stock of my new situation. Even in a McDonald's manager's uniform, my corpulent belly, hefty breasts, and elephantine hips and ass were unmistakable. And standing still for a moment breathing a sigh seemed to trigger an urgent craving for a cigarette.
Shit, I thought. Because of one stupid mistake with a mean old witch, I had lost 25 years of my life, gained about a hundred pounds (mostly in my breasts, butt, and thighs), and become addicted to tobacco.
Just then, I spotted my old body walking in the door.
“Let's get this over with,” I whispered to myself with Colleen's husky, contralto voice. “Uh … Mike? Mike Thatcher? Can I, uh, have a word with you in the back office please?”
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