8 Chapter 8

The transformation was completed just in time. The elevator came to rest and the doors slid open. Emma flounced out, an indignant expression on her features. She headed straight for the reception desk.

The clerk gawped at her exposed tits, as he was supposed to. She slapped her hand on the counter and deployed her best imitation of a Brooklyn accent.

“The jerk stiffed me, then he tries to rough me up. Big mistake on his part. He’s gonna have a sore head the next coupla days.” She leaned forward, so her breasts were swinging mere inches from the clerk’s bugged-out eyes. “Here, lemme see that register. I need to know the guy’s name—for future reference, if youse know what I mean.”