Pink Note - TG

Zach slumped in his chair, playing with the pen they'd given him with a yawn. It was inlaid with gold, he noticed, a tiny grunt of disgust escaping from his lips. It was probably worth more than the entire paycheck he'd be getting from this thing.

He blinked in surprise when the paper was pushed towards him, a tight lipped blonde smiling in a way that was no doubt meant to be friendly as she tapped the contract. "Sign, initial, and date if you don't mine? Then we can get on with the testing."

"Which is just listening to some tunes, right?" he demanded, squeezing down on the pen. It vibrated in his hands, skittering out of his slackening grip as he stared at it in surprise. It vibrated across the table as Ms. Bryants sighs, clicking it off before handing it back.

"Tones, Mr. Thomson, and you don't have to click it to make the pen come out. That's just to make sure we don't get tendonitis from all the paperwork we have to work with, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't run down the battery on a single signature." She smiled again, the friendly meme slipping a little as their hands brushed against each other

"You get five hundred for going through the test," she continued, banishing any last doubts from him as he began to scrawl his name out. "Five hundred thousand if you prove to be a viable test subject." The pen nearly slipped out of his fingers as he put down the last figures, his breath coming a bit faster now as the woman leaned over to take it back, giving him a generous look at her cleavage as she did so. Her bra was white, he noticed with satisfaction.

"Now, Mr. Thomson," she smiled, pushing her chair back as she got up. "We will begin. We only ask that you stand still, and listen as we try to pinpoint the proper note."

"Proper note?" he demanded, confusion tingeing his words as he blinked at her retreating back. "What the hell's a proper note supposed to mean?"

The clack of her high heels against the tile paused for a moment, a slight hesitation creeping into her voice. "Do you know what the brown note is?" she asked after a moment, sighing when he failed to respond. "It's a note that can supposedly make any human being excrete uncontrollably upon rendition."

"So… you're gonna make me shit my pants?" he demanded, blinking in surprise.

"Something like that, yeah," she shrugged, the swaying of her hips holding nothing but efficiency as she strode out of the room. She didn't' hesitate again as she closed the door behind her, though a slight hint of worry had begun to work its way into Zach's shoulder blades. He shrugged it off a moment later, doing his best to put aside the tension for the time being.

"For five hundred thousand dollars, I'll deal with a bit of embarrassment…" He shrugged again, glancing towards the mirror wall behind which the other would be waiting. He heard the first tone as soon as he turned to it, the sound vibrating through him for a moment before passing by. He glanced down at his pants, wiggling in the hard plastic chair before deciding that there was nothing messed up with his bowels.

He glanced at vacated chair of Ms. Bryant as the tone heightened, wincing a little at the noise before deciding a switch wasn't worth it. They'd probably take it out of his paycheck if they were successful, or find some loophole not to pay him. He sighed at the thought, his breath catching in his throat as something in the tone shifted, inaudible yet undeniably present.

It shivered through his body, making him gasp as his skin began to hum. He felt it vibrating against his flesh, tiny whimpers emerging in counterpoint from his lips as something in his bottom began to push out. He wondered for a moment if it was the brown note, his bottom emerging a series of popping noises as it bubbled out. He gasped, the sound emerging in a single short burst as his butt swelled, the sudden padding moving him upwards in his seat and driving his pants into his groin. This was definitely not the brown note.

Another noise burst from his throat, a loud whine that vibrated up from his groin as something began to pull. He felt it like a line running up to his groin, the sound pulling its way out of him as something else pushed its way in. It intensified as his body began to vibrate, a flash of pain between his groin replaced with pleasure as his too tight jeans groined into what was now relatively empty space.

His breath was coming in pants now, rhythmically moving with the shape of his body as his skin let free another hum. It bounced around inside his head, the ever present tone moving through him even as he placed his hands against his ears. It pushed through flesh and bone, his body shaking the further he pressed it in. He could feel his hands shrinking, the skin prickling as the body hair dissolved. His fingernails were growing, now, digging into his temples until he let go with a gasp, the whine emerging from his lips louder this time as the transformation took hold.

His entire body vibrated with it, pleasure moving through his system. He could feel his hips cracking outwards, vibrating their way into new placements as they pushed the pants down his body. His bones shaking themselves apart as his body moved in on itself, the shoulders shrinking down as his muscle mass shook itself from its places, sliding down his body instead. It gathered in his thighs, the flesh thickening as his calves became slender, They trembled against the ground, the pitch intensifying as th sound continued, drowning out his moans as the feeling moved its way up to his chest.

He felt like he was burning up, his nipples aflame as the vibrations tore through them. The sensation intensified, the flesh beginning to bulge with subtle pops that mixed with the hums to override his moans. He arched his back a little as he felt the flesh gather, tender mounds pressing against his shirt and softly vibrating with the rest of him.

He screamed against the feel of it, the moans coating his entire body, growing loud enough to muffle the hum that vibrated through his flesh. He gasped a little, rolling across the ground to squash his breasts against the ground as the vibrations began to fade away, pleasure replaced by soreness as he pushed his way up on hands and knees, glancing at his new female form, a final gasp coming from her lips as her head gave off one final burst of sound before the cascades of hair poured across her body, her face burning.

Carefully, her breath coming soft and breathy pants, the new girl  crawled forward. Her pants caught on a tile as she moved, hairy legs slipping free, a byproduct of the transformation. She ignored it, letting them create a coating between her and the cold tile as she moved towards the glass. She paused when she was face to face with it, new, larger, eyes blinking at the small nosed cute faced beauty before her.

She pushed it from her mind after a moment thought, rapping on the glass a moment later. "I'm ready to be turned back now," she whispered, too tired and scared to be angry for the time being. She'd seek revenge later. She'd sue them, and call lawyers with her money, and demand that they pay extra… later. For now, she just wanted to be back.

The mirror flickered to plain glass, the smiling Ms. Bryant's face showing itself. "What do you mean, Miss. Thompson?" she whispered ,moving her head a little to the side. "Why would we be turning you back?"

A trickle of panic seared its way into her soul as she stared, eyes widening as her heart beat without rhythm. "You… I completed the experiment. I did what you wanted me to do, right? You've got to turn me back!"

"I'm terribly sorry Miss Thompson," the woman smiled, any traces of guilt she felt well hidden, "but we've only just discovered the pink note. I'm afraid it'll be months yet before we stumble across the blue note… never fear, though. The contract you signed allows us to test on you exclusively for the next several months, if you prove to be a fertile test subject. Which, if your scans come back the way I think they will, will prove true in more than one way."

She stared at the mirror, numbness piercing her She couldn't find the energy to rail against it, the willpower to smash against the glass with her tiny little fist and make a dent.

"Don't worry," added Ms. Bryant, smiling at her captive's helplessness. "Security's already on its way to help you with your new dorm…" she hesitated a moment, before letting her smile widen into a grin. "I'll tell them to bring you the vibrator-pen you loved so much, too." she added. "It'll come in handy during our search for the purple note, don't you think?"