Dr. Freeman looked up at the warden, then reached into his other pocket and brought out a small gas mask. He then put it on.
"Hey, what the hell is that for?" the warden asked, standing up from his desk. But before he could make any kind of move towards the doctor (was he a doctor?), Dr. Freeman grabbed a small canister from his pocket and tossed it onto the warden's desk. Within seconds, a pale red gas sprayed out from within it, filling the immediate area with a pale red fog.
The warden stumbled towards his office door, coughing. He yelled out for help, then collapsed onto the floor. A moment later, the door opened and in rushed the warden's secretary Miss Jennifer Gale. Upon entering the room, she too began to cough uncontrollably and then collapse on the floor.
Dr. Freeman stood there and waited. He waited for the gas to dissipate and he waited for the change - the inevitable metamorphosis that the gas always put into motion.
The middle-aged warden's graying hair turned blond and then began to grow longer and longer; his face softened as it became more feminized; his angular male frame changed, becoming more and more that of a very curvy woman. Any other changes were hard to notice, thanks to his bulky office attire. But his new breasts were hard to miss. They ballooned until they stretched his shirt to its limit. What laid across the floor was now an incredibly hot woman. But more importantly, she was an incredibly dumb woman.
Dr. Freeman turned and looked at the secretary. She now also resembled the stereotypical bimbo. Her former brown hair was now platinum blond and her breasts seemed to have inflated from C-cups to DD-cups.
The former warden began to stir awake. She groaned, then opened her eyes. "Like, what happened?" she asked. As usual, the gas had an effect on the subjects mind as well as body. Any memories that they had of their previous life would either be hard to remember or gone completely ... just like their intelligence.
