"The goal for you, is to gain the promotion fastest...."
Lindsay shrugged, not terribly interested in the game.
"Is this the best?" she asked. Eugene less than impressed with her silence before the selection was made continued on.
"So, which do you prefer?" he directed his question to Judy. "Immersive or Traditional?"
"Let's see what it can do, and push it to it's limits... Immersive." She answered, finishing with a deliberate nod of her head.
Eugene shifted the controls so that 'Immersive' was selected.
"Ready?" he asked looking around the various friends, ensuring everyone had their controller. Lindsay already looked on the verge of dropping it, and throwing the game. Peter looked like he'd have preferred a more sports based game.
He decided to start the game before any objections were raised.
Stabbing the 'Start Game', a chip-tune emerged from the games system, and it started a countdown. Eugene frowned, not expecting it needed to load any levels, or even be capable of such complexity.
But, as he looked around, he suddenly spotted his hands instead of gripping the controller were turning to dust. The various particles only loosely held in place. The murmur of panic told him, that his friends had noticed too. The next moment, the dust started to race towards the screen. Drawing more of his arm into the dusty flurry, before reaching his body. His scream was cut out, as his chest was overrun by the ... the whatever... His thoughts still jumbled and terrified. Eugene was trying to lean back, further and further to avoid this. But as it reached his face, Eugene's vision went blank.
- - - - -
Bodiless, he felt himself thrown wildly about. Ricochetting around invisible corners, or drawn down some twisting wire. The sensations stopped before he could analyse it better.
He was back in the real world... Or, if it was the game one, it was very impressive. No longer where he was, his eyes darted wildly around. Ignoring the other people, he took only a few moments to realise he was in an office... Well, the tea room. The kettle clicked off, and he spotted the four mugs sitting ready for the boiling water.
It was about this moment, as Eugene wanted as much normality as possible. He reached out to pour a mug for everyone he spotted the feminine hand reaching for the kettle. His own hand. Twisting his wrist this way and that, Eugene confirmed it was a woman's hand... and following his gaze up that arm. He found a slender shoulder, and the unmistakable bulge of his bust.
Rather disconcerting from this angle. She felt her heart race...
Pouring the water, the air filled with the unmistakable aroma of coffee.
"I'm Eugene..." he said, his voice now trilling.
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"More like Jeanie..." Another girl quipped. Her humour evaporating, as she heard her own voice...
"No... I'm Peter... I'm meant to be male.... not female ... not a woman..." Her voice quavered and shook,
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She looked like she was fighting to stop groping and mauling her own bust, in an attempt to disprove it's reality.
A smirk, and a smile, came next.
"I guess Lindsay and myself have a head start." Judy opined.
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She looked the most professional, in her pinstriped outfit.
That left only Lindsay to tug at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it lower.
"Why do I have to get the slutty skirt?" Lindsay whined.
"It's just a skirt." Judy answered impatiently, "You don't have to live down to your look..."
"Petra and Jeanie barely look any more professional..." she added. Instantly making the former guys uncomfortable.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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