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Amanda Thompson, twenty-five, had been with her current company for nearly a year and in that time, she had noticed things. Strange projects that seemed to generate a lot of attention in terms of resources and personnel, only to be never mention again weeks later, strange budget changes and she noticed the odd changes in staff. It seemed like people suddenly were just not around with little explanation, and when pressed, people either didn't know or seemed to know but were unwilling to speak.

The weirdest thing by far was the couple of times she saw an executive she had seen before and they seemed... different. The first time he seemed a little taller, more vigorous, which she initially chalked up to lifestyle changes (even seeming to be taller she assumed it was due to their posture and energy, at least at the time). However, it was the second executive, an elderly man, heavy-set man and the very brief glimpse she saw of him that solidified it in her mind. Despite it being a blink and you'll miss it look, she saw him, she saw his body, what he was wearing, and his face and head. She even saw the bracelet, something impossible to miss. It belonged to a woman she knew, one who no one seemed to know a thing about anymore.

So, she got it figured out. She had discreetly collected all the available evidence, holding back of fear and horror as she learned what they were doing.

Tonight was her last night. She would not come bac in the morning, and she'd be taking her stuff with her. It was then that she got a last minute call to the boss, which was nothing unusual at all. She wanted the weekend to make her plans and she didn't want to raise any alarms prematurely.

She walked into his office and it was nothing, just some stuff that could wait until Monday. He saw her folders and asked what those were.

"Oh, just the procurement documents for the new servers and the bids for the new network for the new office. I was going to look at those over the weekend and see if it was all in order.

"Eh, okay." He said, uninterested. "Anyway, have at least a little fun this weekend. Night."

She smiled, wished him a good night, and was in the elevator. She got down three floors and it opened and a short, heavy man and an executive got in. She moved so they could get in and all three were soon going down.

The heavy-set man then hit a button on the elevator, stopping it for a second, and then it started to go down, past the first floor and into the basement. She tried to remain calm, but when she turned slightly, she could see the executive, an old man, smiling a dark smile.

"How nice of you, Miss Thompson, to show us every loose end we have. Including you."

He got out of his car, standing up, balancing in thick heels, and looking at himself in the reflection of his car window after he shut the door. He had his umbrella, a useful way to block the view of someone if need be, but he knew he should have no need for that.

He stretched a little, quite enjoying how his new body felt. Miss Thompson had a very nice body and he enjoyed her tie-and-pantyhose style, but he made some personal changes to it with a thinner tie, a shorter skirt, and a long-sleeved shirt. Short sleeves were too low-level, skinny ties were more his style, and the short skirt, well, he just liked how Miss Thompson's former legs looked. She, like the rest of the evidence she collected had been "disposed" of and since she couldn't enjoy her new at someone else should!