Some time later, the old man drove his car onto a parking lot, which was adjacent to a three-floor office building. It was downtown, but after lunch, so there weren't too many people around. A few might find it odd to see a man in a white lab coat entering an insurance company, but most would just see it and shrug their shoulders and then just continue on with their lives. Which was good for him, because he didn't like publicity. That's why he only advertised his services online, in discrete places.
He was still taken aback by the sudden interest in his services. That morning, as he was just passing through town on his way to a client in another county, he unexpectedly got several appointments, and all in the same day and all in the same town that he just happened to be driving through. At the time, he didn't think too much about it. A client was a client and that meant money. But now, it really started to dawn on him how peculiar it all was.
As he walked through the front doors of the insurance company, he shrugged his shoulders and put his curiosity about it all to rest, at least for the time being. He had to get ready to meet with his next client - a woman named Ricki DeGaul. She worked on the third floor, the executive level. But from what the old man knew, she wasn't an executive. She was just another cubicle-dweller.
He took the elevator up to the top floor, then exited, making his way through the office. He looked around until he spotted a woman waving him over. She was a bit stocky-looking, but still pretty, in a tomboyish way. She even had the short hair to complete that type of look. Not exactly the old man's preference, but it wasn't his place to question his clients' taste in looks. Especially when they paid him so much for his services.
"Hi," Ricki said, holding out her hand.
The old man took it and shook it. Then he sat down in a nearby chair. "So, how do want my services today?"
"I want you to change someone for me."
"Okay. Who?"
"Her," she said, pointing past him.
The old man turned and saw a very attractive woman walking down the hall in a short but presentable skirt. Her blouse was open enough to expose quite a bit of her cleavage without making herself look indecent and the heels of her shoes were high enough to present the office-goers with a good view of her long sexy legs. And the way she was talking to the couple of guys that were near her, the old man guessed that she was definitely the office flirt. It was type of woman he usually turned other women into, like he began doing to that Jane Gibson woman earlier that morning. This must have been a first for him, changing a woman who was already an office flirt ... into what? He turned his attention back to Ricki and saw a dreamy look in her eyes, and suddenly he understood.
"You're a lesbian, aren't you?" he asked.
Ricki blinked, then nodded. "Yeah. See, I love Vicky. But I know she's not interested in women. Only guys. I just thought that maybe you could ..."
"Make her a lesbian? Yeah, I can do that."
Ricki smiled.
"Do you want her to stay like she is now, personality-wise or ..."
"Yes, exactly like she is now, except that she'll only act that way towards me. Can you make that happen?"
"Yes, of course."
She smiled again. Finally she was going to have the woman she had been fantasizing about for the last ten months.
The old man stood up slightly and looked around. "Is there a quiet place for me to talk with her?"
"Oh. Yes. You can use that room over there," she said, pointing. "There aren't any meetings this afternoon, so no one will be using the conference room."
The old man nodded and smiled. Then he stood up from the chair and approached Vicky. "Excuse me," he said, grabbing her attention.
She looked oddly at him, then smiled. "Yes?"
"Could I talk with you for a moment? It's kind of important. We could use that room right there," he said, pointing to the empty conference room.
"Oh, okay." She walked into the room and waited by the table for the old man to walk in after her and close the door behind him. "This won't take long, will it? Cause, I've got a lot of stuff ..."
"No, no," the old man said, smiling. "Not long at all. In fact, to you, it'll seem like time will be flying by. Now, just take a seat and get comfortable."
Vicky shrugged, still not knowing what this was all about, and then took a seat at the conference table.
The old man put his briefcase on the table and opened it.
