Douglas was not always the big, fat, stereotypical sysadmin with a fabulous appearance and constant stubble. It happened somehow gradually and with age. Especially when he started working in this company and spent almost all his working time next to the server room in a separate office. But despite all this, he had a high opinion of himself as a specialist and considered himself a very intelligent person. He considered his colleagues who worked at this company stupid, especially the girls from the accounting department.
He was terribly angry every time another dumb, in his opinion, accountant or secretary called him to fix her computer. Usually the fix came down to the fact that he just a few simple steps or just plugging back the cable from the keyboard or mouse with a smart look.
His opinion has long been negative towards women and especially towards Gloria, who constantly challenged him with stupid requests, laughed at his appearance and made fun of him, even when he helped her.
This case was no exception. He came with an important look, looking with a displeased look at her sweet smiling face and listened to her problem, which was that "she did something and then everything turned off." Looking down, he saw that the power light on the system unit did not work and knelt down with a dignified look, cursing Gloria. It was not so easy for him to crawl under the table every time to plug the computer back in because of his fat. He didn’t want her to see how awkward it was for him to crawl under the table, so he asked her every time to go to another room, under the pretext that he “needed to figure it out and so that no one would distract him.”
Of course it was the power cable. Gloria once again moving her legs under the table pulled the cable out of the socket and the computer turned off. Swearing inside himself, he took the cable and for some reason decided to raise his head a little because of what he hit his head on the lower part of the table and spilled mycoramia spores, which were hidden by someone and glued in a bag to the lower part of Gloria's table.
Clutching his head in pain and shaking off some powder (as it seemed to him), he looked at the cable and wanted to continue his "very difficult" work. Pulling the plug to the outlet, he suddenly realized that he didn’t know what to do. It was strange, but he really didn’t understand what to do next, although just now this task seemed to him the simplest.
In front of him was just an extension cord with three sockets, in which the power cable from the monitor was plugged in and there were two more empty sockets, but he was at a loss. He did not know where to plug the plug from the computer's power supply.
A lot of thoughts were at that moment and emotions in his head, which it was strange to think about, but he took it all seriously. For example, he was frightened by the thought that he would stick this element in the wrong place. And he suddenly thought why it was necessary to stick this thing, which was in his hands exactly here, and not in another place. He even forgot the name of what he was holding in his hands. He brought this thing closer and smiled a little at what a quality manicure was on his hands. Only after a few seconds did he realize that he shouldn't have a manicure! Immediately forgetting about this difficult task with this thing in his hands, he began to examine his small palms with a beautiful pink manicure on his nails, feeling his heart begin to beat faster and realizing that something was completely wrong
- Ahem. Gloria? Why did you go there? Isn't this job for ...
It was the voice of Karl, Gloria's boss, and Douglas recognized him. While Karl was talking, he climbed out from under the table and stared at him.
- Isn't this a job for Doug ... Oh .. Who are you?
Douglas sat on his knees and looked down at Carlos, still not noticing all the changes that had occurred to him due to the spores of mycoramia. And Karl stared at him, not understanding who this girl with a cute face and why she was under Gloria's table.
It was like this for almost a few seconds until Douglas slowly realized that something was clearly not right. He looked Karl straight in the eye, not understanding why he did not recognize him.
He didn’t notice that he was no longer a fat system administrator 1 meter 85 centimeters tall with stubble in an inconspicuous sweater and jeans. Now everyone saw in him a tiny girl 1 meter 55 centimeters in a skirt and a black top with a very cute face. Only the strange pressure of the bra straps on his shoulders was unusual for him, because the weight of his new breasts was much less than his fat man's boobs.
In the meantime, the computer was still "broken".
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