With a screech of tires, Phoebe's bright purple, hatchback car quickly pulled onto the loading bay of Wilkos, narrowly avoiding hitting Liz's parked Peugeot 208. "Ooh shit!" Phoebe winced, peering through her windshield. "That was close!" Phoebe was in a rush today since she was running late, and another mark on her report card wouldn't look too good. She had a perfectly good reason for being late though..
In Phoebe's fleece jacket pocket was her new 'toy'. The 'Genticular Moleculizer' of all things. Yes - it was a real thing, despite it's ridiculous name. A prototype device that could actually exchange people's genitals. And only the person/s wielding it would be aware of anything out of the ordinary. How Phoebe had gotten a hold of this amazing piece of technology was a long story. It involved the father of a friend's friend, who had been fired from a top secret research lab, and who had made off with the device on his way out.
Phoebe still wondered if they had ever caught up with the guy. Whatever the case was, she now possessed the device, and she had already been experimented with it a little bit on a couple of people around her neighborhood.
Snapping herself from her always frantic thought patterns, Phoebe glanced at her watch and then jumped out of her car, before heading into work. "Cutting it fine Phoebe." Liz said from behind the help desk, tapping her watch.
"I know, sorry." Phoebe apologized with a groan. "Been a bitch of a day."
"Watch your language! The store is still open for another hour." Liz admonished her.
Phoebe couldn't catch a break. "Sorry - again!" she rolled her eyes, while pushing her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"Oh... and pick a color, hmm?" Liz sighed, gesturing to Phoebe's multi-colored hair, which was in it's usual 'twin pigtail' style. Phoebe knew not a lot of people liked her unique sense of style. Pink and purple hair, make up a little on the heavy side, a couple of piercings in her face. There was nothing with it, she thought. As long as it was a color associated with the company though, Phoebe could dye her hair whatever color she liked.
"Victimization much?" Phoebe grumbled to herself as she went up the two flights of stairs. Her voice echoed considerably in the space. She knew Liz was only being herself, was doing her job, so she didn't hold too much ill-will against her supervisor. Liz was 13 years her senior after all, and more 'serious' than she was.
As she emerged into the hallway at the top of the stairs, Phoebe was greeted with a familar face. "Oh... hey, you lurking there or something?" Phoebe asked wide-eyed, staring at Rebekah.
"Just finished a phone call, it was too noisy in there." Rebekah mumbled, holding her phone up and gesturing into the crowded tea room, where most of the rest of the staff were assembled, chatting amongst themselves.
"The Admin office is usually empty, why not go there?" Phoebe suggested.
"Er... Elizabeth is in there with the new assistant manager, showing him the ropes." Rebekah answered with a mumble.
"Ooh, is he cute?" Phoebe asked, grinning a little as she reached into her pocket to check that her device was still there.
Rebekah looked indecisive. "Hmm, not bad, but... I don't think he 'swings' that way, if you get my meaning. His name's Jonathan I think." Their little chat was then briefly interrupted when Elizabeth and the new assistant manager appeared from down the hallway. Phoebe got her first glimpse of Jonathan. He was fairly tall (5' 11"), with short, dusty blonde hair, he was wearing grey trousers, a white shirt and brown loafers. There was nothing special about his appearance, quite average really. And Phoebe could tell almost immediately as Elizabeth introduced him, that Jonathan was gay.
"Pleased to meet you." Phoebe smiled, shaking the assistant manager's hand, before he and Elizabeth went down to the shop floor.
"You're right, he does swing that way." Phoebe smirked at Rebekah.
"Not that there's anything wrong with that, some of my friends in college were gay." she said.
"Mine too." Rebekah smiled. "It was nice to have male friends who didn't want to get into my knickers all the time." she chuckled.
"Right, I've got to pee, see you downstairs." Phoebe brought their little chat to an abrupt end, before disappearing into the ladies toilets. Phoebe smiled at her reflection for a moment in the mirror, then got her device out of her pocket. "You and me are going to have some fun." she chuckled to herself...
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