Focusing on the bodyguard you suddenly find yourself standing across the lounge from the janitor. Looking down at your new body you are amazed at your size. Just standing there you can feel the supreme strength held within your gigantic muscles. You then feel a tap on your shoulder.
"Gaston? Are you listening to me?" asks the whinny teen-aged girl beside you.
Turning your enormous neck you look down at her.
When you had been the janitor, you had admired the rich teen-ager for her beauty as well as her height. From your guess, she was at least six feet tall. In your current body you were surprised by just how much shorter she was than yourself.
"Of course I am," you say in a deep, rumbling voice.
"I don't believe you!" sneers the young woman, "If you were listening then you'd know what I just said!"
"You just asked if I was listening to you," you reply, enjoying the timbre and strength of your voice.
"Oh. I guess you were listening!" says the teenager before continuing on on a rant about why she thinks that she should have been allowed to take the family jet instead of the regular commuter airlines.
Turning to face forwards again you chuckle, your deep voice reverberating around the room.
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