Gif: DRESS FOR THE JOB (Patreon)

INT. OFFICE – MORNING

MELISSA, a curvy but rather timid brunette in a plain, modest dress, types at the front desk. Her half-eaten lunch of Chinese take-out is on the desk beside her. Her boss BRENDAN is leaning on the edge of her desk and looking her up and down critically.

BRENDAN: You know, Melissa, honey, since you’re the first thing clients see when they walk in, you might wanna wear something a little more... (He gestures vaguely toward her chest) flattering, if you know what I mean.

MELISSA freezes.

MELISSA: Sir?

BRENDAN: You know, something that shows off the goods a little. A chick's gotta use what she's got.

MELISSA stiffens, her face pink with suppressed fury. BRENDAN doesn't notice, turning and strolling into his office. MELISSA watches him go, then she leans back in her chair, grabs a fortune cookie from her lunch and crushes it in her hand.

MELISSA: Dear God, I hate that man. I wish I were the boss… and he was the secretary!

MELISSA glances down at her hand and notices the fortune from her cookie: TODAY IS THE DAY YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE. A faint shimmer ripples through the air and the fluorescent lights overhead flicker for a moment. MELISSA blinks, confused. Her clothes suddenly shift and tighten and the fabric reshapes itself into a sleek power suit. Her nails grow long and take on a glossy red sheen. Her makeup becomes bolder, her lipstick darkening by several shades. At the same time her hair lifts and twists into a glamorous and professional updo.

MELISSA stands, staring down at herself.

MELISSA: Whoa!

INT. BRENDAN’S OFFICE – SAME TIME

BRENDAN sits at his desk typing. We hear the sound of stretching fabric as his chest begins to swell and his suit jacket tightens. Buttons pop. The garment reshapes into a very low-cut purple dress, hugging his body and displaying a generous amount of cleavage.

BRENDAN is now a beautiful female version of himself, still typing away and oblivious to his transformation until his view of the keyboard is suddenly blocked by his bust. He finally realizes what's happened and looks down at himself in horror.

BRENDAN: What the..?

The door opens and MELISSA enters, looking beautiful and confident in her power suit. She sees BRENDAN and grins wickedly. BRENDAN gawks at her.

BRENDAN: Melissa?! Something’s —

MELISSA raises a hand.

MELISSA: Actually, Brenda... I believe this is my office now.

She walks over toward the desk. Before he knows what he's doing, BRENDAN has hopped up and offered her the chair.

BRENDAN: Yes, ma'am!

He gasps, covering his mouth with his hand, astonished to hear himself say the words. MELISSA settles into the chair, savoring the feel of it.

MELISSA: Mmm, nice leather. Now, be a doll and go fetch me some coffee.

BRENDAN: Yes, ma'am!

He whimpers and covers his mouth with both hands. He just can't seem to stop himself from treating MELISSA like the boss. He begins to leave, but MELISSA calls out to him.

MELISSA: Oh, and Brenda, honey?

BRENDAN freezes in his tracks and turns back to face her.

BRENDAN: Yes, ma'am?

MELISSA: Love that little dress of yours. Really shows off the goods.

BRENDAN grimaces, folding his arms over his chest, and hurries out of the room to get his new boss her coffee. MELISSA sits back behind her desk, looking utterly satisfied.

FADE OUT.