Both Jennifer and Amanda looked Greg up and down and then at each other before shaking their heads. "I don't think so. You look the same as you did when you came to sit down next to us earlier." Amanda replies.
And Jennifer takes a moment to get a better look at what Greg's wearing. "In fact, now that I'm looking I have to say you have better fashion sense than any man I know. I actually kind of like your outfit." she says to him before her phone rings again.
Greg felt himself blush a bit as well as slight fluttering in his stomach hearing those compliments come from Jennifer when he shakes his head, realizing just what it was she complimented him on. 'Why would I care what she thinks about my fashion sense?' he thinks to himself as there's a slight feeling growing, welling up inside of him that started to admire the two sexy receptionists. 'Why am I feeling this way?' he thinks further, unable to process these alien feelings flowing through him.
The sound of his phone ringing snapped him out of that funk as he almost instinctively reached down to answer it. "Yothers and Mawnk this is Kreg, I mean Greg speaking how may I direct your call?" he answers and is stunned when he added the name of the firm as well as introducing himself and even doing that wrong. Once he figured out where to transfer the call, he did that and sat there stunned. "What is going on with me?" he asks quietly to himself as he looks down at his body.
If he would have taken a moment and glanced out in front of him, he'd see that the once blank nameplate that was placed in front of him now read Greg Smith before shifting over to Kreg Simth as his name was slowly beginning to shift now. He happened to also catch a glimpse of himself in the reflective surface of the computer and his face definitely seemed a bit softer, the hairs that were growing in were completely gone, leaving his face smooth. Even the shape of his skull seemed to be more ovalish while his cheekbones were higher on his face.
"Something's definitely not right." he says to himself and once Amanda and Jennifer are free, he decides to excuse himself. "Where's the restroom at?" he asks them and they both glance at each other with confusion, almost as if that's a question Kreg should know the answer to already but Amanda points him over toward where it's at and he gets up and immediately notices his balance is off, not yet realizing the changes that have happened to his shoes as he goes to take a step forward, managing to balance himself as he thinks it's something behind the desk causing that.
Once he's out from behind the desk, he starts walking toward the bathroom, brushing more hair away from his face as it's now down past his chin, tickling his neck and starting to darken to a dirty blonde, light brown color. Along the way he happens to notice how he keeps hearing a click clack that's in time with every step he takes and it starts to get louder and sharper suddenly as the heels on his shoes shoot up to 3" tall, causing him to stumble and have to grab a hold of the wall to keep from falling over.
"What is happening to me?" he asks aloud, now starting to get worried as this is clearly not normal as he finally arrives in the mens room and when he gets a look at himself, his eyes go wide. "There's no way, am I changing?" he asks aloud as he sees his altered reflection for the first time. "It almost looks like I'm turning into a girl." he sputters as the results of his changes so far are unmistakeable.
Remembering that Kevin is on this floor too, Kreg then gets his phone out of his pocket just as those vanish and quickly pulls up Kevin's number and sends the picture to him. "Kevin, something's happening to me. I think I'm turning into a girl." he adds as he sends it to him before deciding to return to the desk with Jennifer and Amanda, taking smaller, more precise steps as he walks so he doesn't trip and fall in his still changing heels.
Kevin was still enjoying the view, not yet aware of the few changes he had gone through himself when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, reaching back and pulling that out along with his wallet that was getting uncomfortable, setting that down under his chair much like Kreg had earlier, not even looking at his though otherwise he would have seen it seal up and a zipper form at the top of it, as well as it start to get larger as air filled it as it began turning a shade of purple.
He was about to say something to Lisa when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, causing him to reach down and pull it out to see the message he got from Kreg and even he was confused as that was how the phone spelled his name. "Why is Greg's name spelled like that?" he quietly asks aloud.
Just as he was about to read what it said, he noticed something very off with his hands and fingers and shook his head in shock. "No way." he mutters as he sees the fresh, perfect French manicured nails topping his fingers.
The ladies heard him mutter that and whirled around to see that. However instead of questioning why he has a French manicure, they're instead interested to know more. "Oh those look wonderful, where did you get those done at?" Rachel asks, gushing over his nails.
Kevin had no idea how to respond to this, his mouth stammering in shock as he tried to put together a response. "I....I..." he sputters, and his shock even grows as a vague memory of actually visiting a nail salon starts to form in his mind, providing a nice distraction from other physical changes happening to him with his shoes starting to compress tighter on his feet at the toes and heel as part of the material started snaking its way up his ankle, forming a strap around it as the heel started to push upward an inch. The shoes themselves were beginning to turn purple as his socks started to grow up his legs, tightening on them while also darkening.
