This choice: Swaps Bodies/Lives With Tom • Go Back... Tanya’s eyes glowed preternaturally, and a wind suddenly swirled around her windowless office. Tom’s heart pounded in his ears and he tried to run for the door, but he found that try as he might, he couldn’t even move his pinky. “Wha… what’s going on!? Tanya, is this some sort of trick?” he stammered out. “No, Tom, this isn’t a trick. You messed with the wrong girl for the very last time. Now you will see the world from a Very different perspective and you will know the pain and anguish you have caused others,” she said, walking around her desk towards Tom, as the lights flickered and dimmed.
“I have powers you can scarcely imagine, you miserable letch,” she said, blue lightning escaping her fingers over everything she touched. “Please, Tanya, I said I’m sorry, I truly am. I was drunk, I was fool, I didn’t mean to embarrass you! I swear!” Tom pleaded hysterically. Tanya laugh with pure contempt, “Even if I believed you, I’m tired of men like you thinking they can treat me like you have some right to my body! If you want it so badly, you can have it!”
“What?! What do you …” Tom started to say, but before he could finish lightning poured from Tanya’s fingers and hit him square in the chest. The world went dark and Tom felt and indescribably strange sensation, like something within him was being pulled and stretched and somehow squeezed at the same time.
At first Tom just heard a muffled voice that he couldn’t understand, then he felt a hand smacking his cheeks, “Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty!” said a strangely familiar voice. “Whu… what? Huh?” he said, fighting to open his eyes. What he saw startled him awake, it was himself somehow standing over him. “Am I dead?” he asked, noticing for the first time how off his voice sounded. “No, you’re not dead, in fact you could say you have a new lease on life,” said his doppelganger. Tom looked around and noticed that he was in Tanya Huff’s office, suddenly the memory of what he’d seen before blacking out came rushing in and he jolted up, instantly feeling extremely strange. He looked down and was horrified to see a pair of bountiful breast jostling inside the same exact skirt suit top Tanya had been wearing. “What have you done to me?!” he asked, his hands flying all over his new body.
“It should be obvious, even for a halfwit like you. I’ve swapped our bodies. Our bodies and lives to be precise. You are now Tanya Huff, and I am Tom Sylar, soon to be head of this company,” she, now he, explained with a Cheshire-grin. “But, but, you can’t, this is not possible! How …?” he stammered, looking around as if somehow he would find a way to get out of his predicament in sparse office décor. “How? I’m a witch, well a warlock now, to be fair. Now you will be the one who will deal with men leering at you, of everyone whispering stories about some fantasized dalliance with the boss to get ahead. Although, to be fair, it’s up to you if you want to be the office slut, it’s your life now.”
Tom’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his new blonde head. “Now, …”
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