"Okay. Let's head to the front of the store. It's almost 6, theoretically, he should be here soon." Mike sighed.
Wren balled her new hand up into fists and stomped the ground. "He'd better be. And he'd better have an explanation for...for THIS!" She spat, gesturing down to her lovely new dark-skinned body.
The pair headed out of the backroom and strode down the main aisle towards the front of the building. Their boots' stiletto heels clicked with each stride, their long, smooth legs scissoring back and forth as their cute new tushes and hips swayed with each step.
"You're doing good on those heels, Mike. Hell, I think you're doing better navigating around on them than I am, and I've actually worn heels before!" Wren remarked. Looking down at her white boots tips, she continued, "Granted, only at wedding receptions and such, and never anything this stupidly tall!"
Mike sighed. "Yeah. I don't think I can take credit though. I'm pretty sure that's the body's doing. I don't move like this...you know...gracefully...agile and such...And what with us being along for the ride with all of that dancing about shit, I tend to think that muscle memory or something is doing the heavy lifting here."
As the pair of newly minted NBA dancers approached the front of the store, they could see a pair of headlights pulling into the lot. Sure enough, it was Kyle's little econobox of a car. "There he is!!!" Wren practically snarled, unlocking the door and marching out front, with Mike following closely behind.
From across the lot, they could see Kyle climbing out of the driver's side door. He did not look happy. His face wore an expression of embarrassment and shame. He kept looking down as he pulled a large bag out of the back seat and started walking toward the store.
Even from across the lot, Wren and Mike could tell that Kyle was just as out of sorts as they were. His young male head, now sporting a pair of big hoop earrings like them, was sitting atop the body of one of the gorgeous cheerleading dancers from the video as well.
Struggling to carry the big bag, he too dainty, mincing steps on his own now-stiletto booted feet. Having emerged from the passenger door, a figure in a red suit walked next to him. The young man was unfamiliar to Mike and Wren.
Young, probably not even in his 20s yet, the young man had a broad, handsome smile, vibrant blue eyes, and stylishly cut blond hair. He was indeed wearing a dark red tailored suit, and a black button-up shirt under the jacket. He was wearing a necktie made of the same red material as his suit.
Wren and Mike closed the distance between them. "Kyle!!! What in the fuck is going on here?!?! How did this happen!?!? What did you do to us with that stupid video?!?!" Wren barked.
Kyle looked sad. "I'm sorry! He made me do it! I didn't want to, but this...this stupid body does whatever he tells it to!" Kyle sounded genuinely upset.
"So you're responsible for this?!?!" Mike took a step towards the young man in the red suit.
The young man chuckled. "Guilty as charged. Although Kyle deserves a lot of the credit, even if he didn't want to do so."
Wren closed the gap and grabbed the young man's collars, her face wearing a furious expression. "Well, undo it, NOW!"
"I don't think so. You're in no position to make demands." The young man snapped his fingers, causing Mike and Wren's new bodies to relax, going into forcibly at-attention stances, their feet slightly apart, their new hands on their new hips.
"Stop it! You don't have the right to..." Ren scowled as the man cut her off.
"I have every right. You 3 belong to me now...just as every employee of this particular PetZaar does." the young man proclaimed. "You'd think you'd be grateful. Leaving those old, boring, out-of-shape bodies behind. I've given you young, fit, powerful, incredibly sexy replacements."
"Grateful?!?! I'm a freak!!!" Mike bellowed.
"Oh hush." the young man said, causing Mike to go silent despite his wishes to the contrary. "Now, be a good little squad and follow me. We have a lot to discuss and prepare for" the young man led the way, with Mike, Wren, and Kyle's dance-team bodies dutifully following him.
Walking in the front door, the young man looked around the store, taking it in. "Yes...yes. This will do nicely." Clapping his hands a bit, the young man looked over the clearly upset faces of the trio. "Now, I have a LOT to do today, team. And you're going to help me do it to the best of your ability, whether you want to or not!" he chuckled.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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