Eyeing the dripping pink mess, Joan crouches down to look at the damage. A lot of the substance had spilled into her bag containing nylons and pantyhose. With a sigh, she sets the bag to the side and grabs a few of the loose pairs that seemed dry. Taking the hose she starts soaking up and cleaning the mess, and to her surprise it seems to be working well enough. It only takes a minute as she finishes getting the last of the mess with a silvery pair. Looking over the silver pair in her hand, almost miraculously the pair had seemed to already dry up.
"This champagne isn't very good." Al states. Staring him down for a minute, Joan becomes disappointed as nothing seems to happen. The other glass is still on the counter bubbling.
"Can you drink the other glass too?" Joan asks forcing a smile.
"Nah, I don't think so. It was pretty bad."
Frustrated, Joan throws the silver hose at him. "Just get out of here. This isn't working out."
Realizing now that he may be making some mistakes on this date, Al changes his tone. "Oh come on, don't be like that. Do you want me to help you with this?" he says waving the silver pantyhose. "Uhh, do you want me to clean or help you change outfits?" he continues while edging an eyebrow up.
"You can put them on for all I care." Joan replies coldly. That silver pair as well as all the others are probably ruined anyways. Although that may be reason enough to go shopping for some new pairs. The thought at least lightens Joan's mood. To her surprise Al had taken off his pants and underwear and was in the process of actually putting on the hose.
"What. Oh? Oh!" mumbled Al, in incoherent sentences as he fell to the floor. Joan scrambles around the corner and her jaw drops as she witnesses what is happening.
On the floor, Al writhes and lets out a moan as his frame shrinks. The silver sheen of the hose on his legs smoothed and slimmed into a more feminine appearance. The transformation continues for another minute as his form become that of a woman. Al let out another moan, this one decidedly a higher pitch and 'she' seemed to be enjoying the process. Licking her lips a hand moves under her now baggy shirt to reach for a breast. With wide eyes and a smile Joan continued to watch as she realized she would get another data point on her research.
