Boy, this had been really strange. John really wasn't sure what was going on. Granted, he never had a job before, but still, this seemed pretty strange.
With how all those men in suits were before, and how all the women are here....perhaps he was looking too far into it but something just didn't feel right.
"You alright, John?" Stacy turned back to him as they were walking.
"Huh? O-Oh it's nothing," John shook his head. "Just thinking,"
Actually, right at that moment, he happened to look down at his right hand, and something caught his attention. Where did that little cut come from? Obviously it was nothing big. Heck he probably wouldn't have noticed it otherwise. Still, he wondered how he cut himself. Well, it would likely heal up soon anyway. Should be nothing to worry about.
In any case, Stacy took him to where he had first met her: at the desk near the entrance to the building. Right as John followed her behind the desk, she turned the chair and offered it to him.
"Have a seat," she smiled.
"Uh, sure," John nodded, smiling a bit and trying to look the part.
He followed her instructions, trying to just get a hand for how working here could be. Best he be cooperative and all. He wouldn't want to explain to his parents about making a terrible first impression.
"All right, so everything in the job is here..." she motioned to the computer. "Though I bet you could already figure that. Let's set up a log in and password for you..."
John nodded, getting ready to type. Not like using a computer was anything new to him. However, as he was typing to her instructions, there was....a strange sensation in his hands, and not from typing too much. Heck he had barely even started at this point.
"What is....Huh?!" he cried out a bit louder.
Looking at his hands on the keyboard, something was happening. His hands were cracking loudly, like something was up with his bones inside. Wait....were they looking slimmer? They had to be! He could see it clear as day. They seemed to be getting smaller and softer right before his eyes! And that wasn't all, for as he turned his hands slightly in shock, his nails were starting to get longer too, going well past the tips of his fingers, seemingly getting a more manicured and feminine look in the process.
"Am I....hallucinating?" John stuttered to himself. He...had to have hit his head somewhere along the way...
"You alright John? Ready to get that log in set up?" Stacy smiled, as if nothing had happened.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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