Somehow, the shape-shifter made Sarah change shape, because she was no longer a young somewhat attractive thin blond woman anymore. Instead, she was a big-breasted voluptuous curvaceous bimbo. At least, that's what Sarah saw when she looked in one of the laboratory's mirrors. She didn't even recognize herself. Even her blond hair seemed blonder. And her face was definitely not her own. It was like she really was someone else.
She whipped around and glared at the shape-shifter. "What did you do to me?" she asked. Her eyes went wide, hearing her breathy sex-filled voice. It was a voice that belonged to some other person.
"I just changed your shape. And might I add, for the better. You've got one fucking hot body," she said, leering at Sarah. The young agent had never seen that particular look on her own face before. But she had seen it many times on the faces of guys. It was safe to say that the shape-shifter (while maybe sometimes looking like a woman) was definitely male.
"I don't look like myself anymore," Sarah breathed.
"Of course not. I needed a little diversion and I figured giving you this shape would be perfect. I used a memory of this whore I knew once. Man, you look exactly like her. Even your clothes are ..."
"My clothes?" Sarah asked. "What about them?" The more she talked, the more she sounded like an empty-headed bimbo. But she was anything but empty-headed.
"Look down," the shape-shifter said.
Sarah looked down and was shocked. Her professional-looking outfit had changed into the type of mini-dress that hookers favored. When she looked back up at the fake Sarah, she was about to ask her why she was doing all this, but the shape-shifter wasn't there. She turned and saw her standing near the door.
"Hey!" the fake Sarah yelled out into the hall. "Someone come quick! The shape-shifter is here! She's in the lab!"
"What are you doing?!" Sarah breathed.
"Using you as a diversion. While everyone's busy with you, I'll ..."
