She looked weird, a pair of giant ballooning sweatpants below a woman's sweater. She slipped the sweater over her head, revealing her bra, which she unhooked and put neatly on the bed before slipping on a Star Trek t-shirt. "Watch this...." she said, making her voice sound a bit squeakier.
Suddenly, her proportions seemed to expand to fill the t-shirt and the pants...as if she was wearing some kind of fat suit... "Surprise," she laughed with a Leonard-like snort.
"Stop that," Leonard said, pained.
"Sorry," she said. She stopped snorting, but she still was sounding like she was imitating him. He didn't appreciate her making fun of his allergies. "You'd better get changed, you have a lot to do..."
"Changed into what?" He said, his sinuses draining. He sounded a lot less nasal as a result. His sweat pants and briefs suddenly fell down and he felt...light. He stepped out of them, confused, looking down to see his stomach was...gone. He reached up to feel the suddenly flat area above his waist.
"Your clothes, Mrs. Gibson..." Linda told him.
"You mean your clothes...I'm not putting on your...." he trailed off as his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, slipping into her undergarments, then skirt. Finally, removing the now tent-like shirt, and fitting her bra around his man-boobs...which had remained despite the loss of his oversized gut and flabby thighs.
"I'll tell my mother you stopped by..." Linda said. "I guess you have to be going. I mean, you probably have to get started on dinner."
Elsewhere, Roger drove his old Camry over to the ritzier side of town where his boss and her daughter resided. The Hopkirks weren't uber rich, but they were firmly upper middle class, just as the Gibsons were lower. He pulled into the neighborhood of Meadowbrooke Estates and parked in front of the Hopkirk home. He'd been there a few times.
He didn't resent working for a woman, or one who was younger than he was. He did resent a bit working for the company for years and when the previous head of Finance had retired, that they'd brought in an outsider. With his previous boss, he'd been his right hand man...they'd had a great relationship, and he'd been something of a mentor to Roger. He'd gone from being something akin to an assistant manager to a lot less. When Lisa Hopkirk had taken over, she'd switched him from supervising other accountants to working on projects...and as she didn't take any work away from the younger members of the team...he got either the things no one wanted or new things as they came up...it felt like a demotion...and he had a family to support.
It was also the first year he hadn't gotten a bonus, something he counted on. While he was still paid as a Senior Accountant, he wasn't exactly happy. And Lisa Hopkirk just kept piling on work. It felt as if she was trying to drive him out and replace him with a younger employee. He'd met Bethany Hopkirk at the office on Take Your Daughter to Work Day. She was a spoiled brat who seemed annoyed to be there, found everything boring, and when his mother had gone off to a meeting, had sat around on her phone mostly. One Hopkirk was bad enough, but dealing with two of them...
On the other hand, game or not, he'd never been such a young person before...he wasn't sure how it would work. He headed toward the house, not wanting to look like some sort of pervert, looking for a young girl as he was.
