"Yeah, I just got off of the elevator. I'll be at your room in a moment."

"I can't wait!" John said, sounding excited. "How does she look?"

"I think I look great. I know how you like your women, a bit older, well dressed, bright colors, heels and pantyhose and all that. You're going to love this."

"God, just knock when you get here."

"Okay, bye." He said, ending the call.

He looked at his smartphone, then slid it into a pocket of his blazer, one that was too small for it to really work, but it was the best he could do. He hadn't thought about a purse, he had been in too much of a rush.

He still couldn't believe that woman. She really thought she had gotten away with something, didn't she? She seemed so confident that she was getting the better of it, running off and laughing after using that weird device on the two of them. He watched her go, laughing and talking herself up, feeling her new masculine arms and chiseled chest.

The best part for him? She, in his mind, had gotten the worst part of that exchange. She could have all that, and he was baffled as to why she'd give up such an amazing body.

He got to the room and knocked lightly. His friend, who undoubtedly was waiting at the door, opened it quickly and ushered him inside. When both of them got in, they closed and locked the door and immediately kissed. There was no point in wasting time on pleasantries. Both of them knew what they wanted to do.