A young woman in a professional-looking grey pantsuit was hurriedly walking down the street. Roy thought she might be an interesting subject and quickly pointed the device, pressed the buttons and was quickly blinded by a flash of light. The light only lasted a moment, but when Roy regained his vision again he found that he was no longer in the apartment. He was on the sidewalk, somehow having moved a great distance in the blink of an eye. Incredibly, that wasn’t the most impressive feat of the device had managed. “This is insane!” Roy marveled as he looked down at the clothes that now encased his body. He was not only wearing the same grey pantsuit the woman had been wearing, but he could taste lipstick on his lips and more incredibly, “are those boobs?!”
In order to fill the woman’s role the device must have decided that Roy needed to become a woman. Roy was both impressed and scared by the device his alternate-self had handed him. He noticed a few people staring at him oddly as he tried to check what else had changed so he hurried to a nearby store and went straight for the bathroom in the back.
Roy made sure no one else was in the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He stepped over to he mirror and stared in amazement at the person staring back. He could recognize his face to be sure, but his features were much softer, his lips were noticeably larger and there was a perfectly applied layer of makeup on it that he would have never had imagined he’d see on it before. Looking further down he was awestruck by how the pantsuit followed the new curves of his body. A quick check between his legs cemented what he had already felt with every step he had taken, his old friend had been replaced by it’s female counterpart.
Roy wasn’t sure what to do next, but the ringing phone in his inherited purse decided for him. He fished it out of, taking note that the device had also popped into the purse, and saw a reminder for a meeting in 30 minutes. Suddenly a memory of a job interview pops into Roy’s mind and before he can really think about he was bolting out the door and on his way to the meeting.
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