ding
The faded screen of the pda output some sort of text, but it wasn't particularly legible on that part of the screen through the cracked and clouded glass. What was legible looked like corrupted text. No closer to figuring out what this thing was. Julie frowned.
Jim, meanwhile, was fixated on his lower half in shock. Above the waist, he was still himself, an average guy in a dingy polo branded with the shop's logo, but below the waist, he was her. New large painted toes were attatched to feet nearly the size of his old ones, maybe a bit bigger, strapped into a strappy pair of wedges. Above that, his legs were now toned and shaved smooth. They were slightly longer than his own, but not by much. Clinging to his now athletic thighs was the girl's miniskirt: reddish purple and sequined. And finally, beneath the skirt, beneath what felt like the tightest underwear he's ever worn, he felt-
"Jim?" Julie prodded his shoulder, concerned. "You okay?"
He looked up at her, red faced. She didn't know. How could she not know? He looked across the desk at Ashley. She was completely checked out of the conversation, with Jim's hips cocked in his khaki work pants. She scrolled on her phone, slightly annoyed that this was taking so long. Couldn't these people work faster? It was bad enough that the geek squad in the department mall wouldn't look at it.
"I, I, I'll be in the bathroom," Jim managed. "Be right back."
Julie bit her lip and frowned, turning back to the customer as her coworker abandoned her. "When you've got to go, you've got to go, I guess. Don't worry, I'm sure I can figure this out," she said, her tone failing to convey anything approaching confidence in the matter. Ashley only rolled her eyes in response, and Julie couldn't blame her; this isn't the kind of service she would want if she had a broken... whatever this thing was.
In the tiny single-seater bathroom, Jim stood over the toilet, his fingers grasping at the front and sides miniskirt's waistband, frantically searching for some kind of clasp. With a click, the tightness about his waist and hips evaporated and the glittering fabric slid down his new legs to pool around his wedges on the dingy tile floor. In its place, he now saw red racy panties covering a strained, quivering bulge. Jim's mind was shorting out; he couldn't conjure thoughts, yet, somehow, through great effort, he brought his hands to the waistband of the panties. His panties, his subconscious suggested from somewhere deep in the back of his currently frantic mind. Gathering his strength, Jim pulled out on the elastic waistband of the skimpy fabric, and peered down.
There it was: a party girl penis. He had a party girl's penis. It was big, too - bigger than his own. That Ashley girl had been packing.
Ding
Julie has done it again. She only wanted to find a settings option, but she could barely see anything on the old, beat-up pda monitor. Maybe she could find hardware or software information if she could find the device settings, or maybe a serial number, since there didn't seem to be one physically printed on the casing. Instead, all she managed was to remove Jim's name from that awareness page and cue another notification sound paired with yet another unreadable text output. She scratched her balls through her work khakis.
Ashley didn't know it, but she was physically (if not fashionably) much closer to being her original self now than she had been when she first entered the shop. From the waist down, she was all girl again. Maybe the professional capris and simple flats weren't as sensational as her original skirt and wedges, but as far as she knew, she had always been business down below and party up top; that was simply her signature style.
"Look, if it doesn't work and it isn't worth anything, you guys can just keep it," Ashley finally muttered with a faint hint of a sneer. "I have places to be, y'know."
Julie supposed that meant she could give up now. "Sorry we couldn't help. I don't know if we can take this from you though, our policy says - oh you're already gone." The mixed-up girl sighed, dropping the device onto the countertop and running her hands over her face. She can quit soon, she told herself. As soon as she graduates, she can quit.
The soft clacks of Jim's wedge heels approaching gave Julie just enough notice to compose herself. "Where'd she go? Where's the customer?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as frantic as he felt.
"Gone. I doubt she'll be back."
Jim was a visage of despair. Gone, with his vagina. He was stuck with a girl's penis and, to be honest, he wasn't even sure how to work it. He could feel it now; it had worked it's way through the leg hole of his panties and was sticking against his upper thigh. He almost wanted to vomit.
"I know," Julie continued. "I really screwed this up, huh? Another customer lost thanks to Julie."
"I - What? No, you were fine." Said Jim, snapping out of it. "That device was just really weird, I've... I've never seen anything like it. It's not your fault."
"Thanks, Jim." She managed a small smile. "Hey, I know we don't really hang out outside of work, but I'm so stressed right now, I'm losing my mind. Would you, maybe, want to swing by my place tonight for a mani-pedi? Obviously, I'd be the mani and you'd be the-"
"Hey wait, is this that customer's device?" Jim cut her off, finally noticing the remote on the counter. "Did she leave it here?"
"I mean, yeah. I tried to tell her it was against policy for us to keep it, but she-"
"YES!" Jim exclaimed, holding the device in the air. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He danced victoriously, hooting and cheering to himself until, eventually, he noticed Julie's befuddlment and froze. This is probably the most active, the most lively she had ever seen him. In fact, she had probably never seen him in any state of being other than half asleep. "Right. I should probably explain."
