You spot a petite Japanese woman, she's dressed in a professional business manner. Thankfully, lacking the intimidating curves of the more western women. However, the skirt cling revealingly, and tightly to her flat ass.
There's an appeal to those subtle curves, but the idea of giving up so much height in intimidating. A sudden noise from some of your equipment startles her. As you watch, you see how timid she is herself.
You nod determinedly to yourself. Feeling your skin prickle as the nanites start their work. Rubbing your forearm, even those short hairs are standing on end. You see the Japanese secretary copy your gesture, it's a good sign. Obviously, she can't tell anything through her suit.
Next the dizziness grips, and a sense of disorientation makes you stumble. Your vision blurring, as you seem to be two places at once. Instinctually, you turn, and spot yourself hiding in the machinery.
Gesturing cautiously, you invite her to approach. However, its her arm that moves at your command, and him who emerged from behind the equipment. As he starts to appear the dizziness vanishes with a sickening speed, as you find yourself in your target body.
You feel as petite, weak and womanly as you expected. Your former body approaches a smile spreading across his features. It widens even more, as he realises how much he towers over you now.
Standing over a foot taller than you, he glories in those extra inches, to look around, as if expecting to see a different room.
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