Trouble at the workplace. (Sanquin / Sarpedon)

[Sanquin]

Name: Chris Harrison
Age: 29
Appearance:
Before:
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/20..._by_denkyo.jpg
After:
http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/...le-d4nq9af.jpg

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Chris sighed as he stared out the window of his car. Another day of work had passed, which also meant another evening of standing in a traffic jam. In the morning he left half an hour early because of this, yet still he was a bit late every now and then. Today hadn't been one of those days, but still. Traffic jams sucked. It took him another 40 minutes to get home, a trip that could have taken only 20 minutes now having taken just under an hour. "It's just not my lucky day..." He muttered as the man opened his car and stepped out. "Oh well, at least I got two more sales in today, which once again puts me on top of the 'most sold cars' list." He chuckled at that, being reminded of his sworn rival. The two of them were the top salesmen at the car business, only the boss himself being above them. Not that Chris cared much for the rivalry. But he couldn't help but be swept up in it a little bit considering how his rival had been determined to beat him as much as possible, in whatever field. But when it came to selling new or used cars, charms towards the ladies, and even such things as the price of their houses, Chris always came out on top for some reason.

The man walked inside of his house. A family home in a nice neighborhood. It was meant for a family of 3, or even 4 if you did it right. But he was single for a long time now, his ex having broken up with him because of some stupid reasons that didn't make sense to him. Now he could relax for the rest of the evening though. And since it was Friday he thought of hitting the bar. A drink or two while chatting with some ladies and male friends couldn't hurt. But first he wanted to take a shower. He did those in the evening since he didn't have the time in the morning. After that, of course, dinner. A simple curry should do. Or rather just some vegetables, rice, chicken and sauce mixed together in a single pan. But hey, food was food.

[Sarpedon]

Name: Leroy Anderson
Age: 27
Appearance: Leroy was just barely above average in appearance. He was just above the average height for people his age, he was just above average weight, thanks to his workout routine, and he had just a little bit more than average charm. He kept his darker-than-average blond hair shorter than an average he had decided on, and he dressed slightly better than another made-up average. His slightly-bluer-than-average eyes were bright and cheerful most of the time, which helped in most cases, and his angular features made him seem slightly more inviting than average. But being only slightly better than average meant he had to work a lot harder to keep up with people who excelled naturally. (still don't have a pic for him...)

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Leroy was walking home happily, now that the day was over. Now he had three whole days and the rest of the evening to himself, and he didn't have to deal with Chris until Tuesday. He was planning on taking Monday off because he needed to use up his sick days before they reset next month. On his walk home, the used car salesman thought he saw his rival stuck in traffic, and he thrust a middle finger in the man's direction, "Eat it!" he shouted, drawing a couple of odd looks. He didn't care though, Chris was an asshole and any chance to rip on him was welcome. Unfortunately the bastard had managed to pull of an extra sale at the last minute, putting him further behind. He shoved those thoughts away for the moment though, instead focusing on his long weekend on his way home. It wasn't too far. He was home in fifteen minutes, plus the time it took to sprint up three flights of stairs. But then, once he got home and started changing, thoughts of work inevitably returned. He hated Chris. The man was an asshole. He wanted to punch him in the face at least once every day. How did that man live with himself? He had no idea, but however he did it, it was only helping the bastard be insufferable.

"Couldn't he at least not be a guy?" he wondered out loud, "I mean, if he had tits and a hot ass I could live with it, 'cuz women are bitches, just like him, but at least they are attractive..." He chuckled and shook his head as he said that, "No wonder you're single, no one wants to put up with your misogynistic crap..." he reprimanded himself, before turning on his stereo. The disk picked up where it had left off, partway through Amon Amarth's latest album. He headbanged to the music for a moment before stopping, suddenly struck by an idea. "You know..." he addressed his couch, "I think I'd be willing to give up my soul to see Chris as a woman. He'd probably make a pretty hot chick..." he laughed at the notion and shook his head, going to the fridge to find something to eat. He was looking forward to a weekend filled with relaxation, and had downloaded several movies to that effect. While he prepared his meal he growled along to the song, having almost memorized the lyrics...

[Sanquin]

Unbeknownst to humans eyes were always watching. The eyes of thousands of doomed souls, having been sent back to earth to do the devil's dirty work. And Leroy was in the sights of one of those souls right now. Sure, he said it jokingly. But there was a hint of seriousness. The man grinned. Good, this would make his 93rd soul. Another 7 after this, and he would be free. Free of the devil's clutches and finally able to get that second chance he wanted. Every doomed soul got a choice. Get 100 souls for the devil and get a second chance for 10 years after that, to prove yourself worthy for heaven. That, or burn in hell right away. Most souls that got this option went for the former. Sadly, he was still mostly human even like this. So he had to be careful. But there were a few options he could try. One was to call in an associate. The associate would in turn call Leroy, and ask him to partake in a survey. "Given the option, would there be any wish you'd give your soul for?" Would be the question. Not that directly of course, but still. And then there was the other option... One that was a lot more fun as it would use human stupidity. Or rather, a human's tendency to just 'do' things they were familiar with without paying real attention.

In the mean time Chris was going out to the bar. He walked across the street and towards the local store area. A few simple stores, a bar, a hotel...it was all close together in one area to make things easier. He stepped inside, right away greeting his friends and joining them. They usually met on Friday evening, and this one was no different. "So, that Leroy guy...still as pissed at you as ever?" One friend asked. Chris chuckled and nodded. "Of course. I once again sold more cars than him this week, so I bet he isn't happy. That's his problem though. I'm just doing what I'm good at." Chris had never understood that grudge of Leroy, and he probably never would either.

At Leroy's the doorbell suddenly rang. At the door would be a pizza delivery guy, holding out a pizza for him. That, and a notepad with some official looking papers on it. The guy would say "Pizza delivery for a...Leroy Anderson? Some guy named 'Chris' told us to deliver this here and to tell you 'Treat's on me, to celebrate me getting salesman of the week again this month'. I'll need you to sign this to indicate you recevied the pizza." Hopefully in his anger at that statement he would just sign the paper without even looking at it. The paper looked mostly like what you'd expect anyway. A legal document stating that the person who signed it received the item. But then there was the fine print at the bottom, talking about his wish. That it would come true, and that his soul would be the devil's after his death. After all, who read the fine print for a pizza delivery, right?

[Sarpedon]

Leroy was initially puzzled when his doorbell rang, he wasn't expecting any guests. Maybe the hot girl who lived next door had locked herself out again. He opened the door, and much to his confusion, was a pizza delivery man. When the situation was explained, the car salesman immediately began plotting Chris' horrible, horrible death. "That stuck-up son of a bitch!" he shouted, punching a hole in the wall next to the door, "I'm gunna kill him!" he informed the delivery guy, who had taken a step back, but still looked eager to turn over the pizza. He accepted the pizza, with every intention of throwing it out, and scribbled some nonsense on the line. "If you see Chris tell him to go die in a hole!" Leroy encouraged the delivery man, who was looking rather pleased with himself as he walked away. "Bastard..." the man grumbled, dumping the pizza straight into the garbage. He hated Chris even more now. "You know what, just kill the son of a bitch." he told his couch, changing his mind from earlier. He had no way of knowing that he didn't get to change his mind now that he had signed the contract. He considered just killing Chris himself, but he had yet to decide on a method that would be gruesome enough for the object of all of his hatred. And, that method also had to be clean enough that he didn't get caught, because he wasn't so sure that Chris was worth going to jail over.

After a little while he managed to forget the whole incident, and he finished preparing his dinner. Then he turned on the television and sat down to eat. Partway through, the hot girl who lived next door knocked on his door, she had locked herself out again, and between profuse apologies, Leroy managed to get in a few words saying he would help her get back into her apartment again. She thanked him, also profusely, before heading back to her door to wait for him. With a sigh, the salesman climbed out one of his windows, onto the fire escape, and then had to climb in through the window of the neighboring apartment to go unlock and open her door. For some reason, she was incapable of getting the window open herself. She was probably just lazy, but whatever the reason, it meant that he had to help her whenever she got stuck. Despite all this, he couldn't remember her name, which was strange, considering how much she owed him. "You'd be homeless without me." Leroy declared with a laugh as he opened her door. She giggled and thanked him again and added yet another "one" to the many she owed him. "I'm gunna cash in someday..." he warned, and she seemed kind of nervous at that. The salesman chuckled as he returned to his apartment, looking forward to a weekend that should now continue uninterrupted.

[Sanquin]

Chris had to excuse himself for a bit as he needed to use the bathroom. Alcohol tended to do that to you. Especially when you were already on your third beer in about 40 minutes. Usually he only drank maybe 4 or 5 beers in an evening, but as things were going now he would have at least 7 it seemed. And then it happened... As Chris was about to unzip his jeans he started feeling weird. Really weird. His entire body felt like it was moving on it's own. He frowned, buttoning up again and looking at himself. That's when he saw it. Something was...growing...? Growing on his chest?! What the hell was this?! "Shit, what the hell? I'm not drunk yet am I?!" He exclaimed, feeling what the hell was going on. And even worse...much, much worse. Something else was noticeably changing. Or rather, something was...missing all of a sudden? "Oh no...hell no! Don't you do this to me!" He exclaimed, his voice now sounding weird as well. And as he felt between his legs indeed his greatest fear appeared to be true. It was gone...his package was gone! "Shit shit shit shit!" He exclaimed, rushing out of the stall and looking in the mirror. But he couldn't even recognize himself any more. His hair had grown, his face...his chest, his entire body! Was this even himself? What he saw in the mirror was...a woman! "No way...this can't be real...this can't be real!" He spoke. Or rather...she spoke. His voice had fully changed now, into that of a woman's!

Panic started to set in rather quickly. Yet at the same time on the outside he remained quite...calm? Chris was actually superstitious. She believed in the supernatural. Witchcraft, voodoo, demons, angels. She believed that all of that was real. And that was the only 'rational' explanation her mind could come up with to explain what was going on. And right after that her mind focused on only one single person that could have done this. Panic could wait for later. Right now she had a score to settle with a certain man named Leroy... Chris burst out of the bathroom, running right through the bar muttering 'He'll fucking pay for this' as she went. Her friends, whom apparently still recognized her for some reason, looked surprised, but laughed and joked among each other about her sudden action. She didn't stay to hear what they had to say though.

Right away Chris ran home. There she grabbed a coke to get some caffeine in herself to counter the alcohol effects a little. Right after that she grabbed her car keys and rushed out, getting into her car. She drove off, not paying much attention to her speed, right to Leroy's apartment. She arrived about 10 minutes later, traffic being almost non-existent at this hour. It was already 8:40 pm after all. And on a Friday, people were already in bars and clubs by now in this area. Chris decided to take the stairs, since it was faster. And finally, while a bit out of breath, she slammed on Lreoy's apartment door. "Open up you asshole! I'm gonna fucking kill you for doing this to me!" She screamed. Not that it sounded threatening even with those words...her new voice made it really hard to actually do that it seemed.

[Sarpedon]

Leroy had been relaxing, and he was just about to start his second movie of the evening, when there was knocking at his door. Or rather a pounding. A female someone was beating on his door and threatening to kill him. Leroy was not the kind of person who made enemies that desired to kill him, and he had never borrowed money from anyone. But, just to be on the safe side, he pulled the loose leg off of his step-stool on his way to the door. The chain was in place, so he unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door, "Can I help you, miss?" he asked politely, "Do you need something?" He was feeling good right now, and was willing to give whoever this woman was, the benefit of the doubt, maybe she had the wrong floor or something. But, if necessary, he was willing to knock her over the head. She seemed vaguely familiar, in an odd way, and the salesman wondered if maybe Chris had sent a relative of his to knock him around. Sending a woman seemed odd, but maybe she knew some obscure martial art that was good for beating the shit out of people.

That thought got his fight or flight response pumping, and he was now ready to do more than just knock this woman over the head if she kept screaming and threatening him. This wasn't the worst neighborhood in the city, but you still took death-threats seriously, or you wound up dead. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, was the rest of Leroy, the sane parts of him that were not interested in beating the crap out of this woman who reminded him vaguely of his hated co-worker. Maybe it was his sister. I wonder how made Chris would be if I fucked his sister? he thought, and it was all he could do to suppress a laugh, despite his state. She was rather attractive too, so he really wouldn't mind, especially if it pissed off Chris. Maybe it would throw him off his game, let Leroy take the lead for once...

[Sanquin]

"Help me? Help me?! It was you wasn't it! What kind of witchcraft or deal with the devil did you do?!" Chris screamed at Leroy. Now other people were starting to get interested. One of which was the same neighbor he had helped into her apartment a few hours earlier. She didn't open the door more than just on the chain either though, as to her at least, Chris was a bit scary the way she was ranting and raving towards Leroy. "You're going to pay for this one way or another! I'll make you suffer for turning me into a girl!" At that the neighbor rolled her eyes. Right...so this person wasn't just angry, but had also smoked something really bad. As she didn't exactly look drunk. What had Leroy gotten himself into this time?

Right now Leroy was very lucky that Chris couldn't hear his thoughts. As if she had the woman really would have tried to kill the man that had done this to her. Well...she wasn't 100% sure of course, but who else could it be? There was no one else that disliked or hated him in such a way that they'd actually go as far as to switch his genders, or an equal punishment. Wait...was there something just as bad? Probably, though right now Chris couldn't think of anything.

(Short, but I really didn't know what else to post. ^^;; )

[Sarpedon]

Leroy was very confused now, and his neighbors were starting to poke their heads out. He decided if he was going to get horribly murdered, he might as well have it done quietly. "What?" he said, shaking his head, "I didn't do anything to you! And I certainly didn't determine your gender!" he insisted. He quickly closed the door and unchained it, before opening it and letting his potential assailant in. Her words had brought his statement from earlier to mind, but he hadn't signed anything for that. And he had amended his desire anyway. He had no desire to hurt this woman, whoever she was, and even if he had, he had to sign his soul away, didn't he? If there were higher powers, they weren't allowed to just take his soul, or so he had been led to believe. "I swear to God, I didn't do anything!" He insisted again, just in case. Or did I? He thought suddenly. No pizza place ever made him sign anything. Was that it? And the pizza guy hadn't looked much like a pizza guy. It took more than a uniform to do that. Did I turn Chris into a woman? he wondered briefly. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he didn't know if this was Chris or not. It was probably his sister messing with him, his rival had had enough and wanted him to stop. This was an odd way to get back at him though.

Whoever this woman was, she needed to calm down before she got beaned with a stool leg. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything to her, unless it really was Chris, and he really had turned into a woman. If this really was the female version of Chris, life at work would be easier, but he'd probably still be stuck in second place. If it wasn't, then he would probably end up braining this crazy woman and letting the alley out back sort her out for threatening him.

((mine's not much better...))

[Sanquin]

Leroy finally opened the door. It was about time! The man denied everything. But like hell Chris was going to believe him that easily. He must have done something. If not some kind of satanic ritual then...well...then something else! It wasn't like she was an expert at that kind of thing. As soon as the door was open Chris rushed in, grabbing Taylor and pushing him against the wall. Not much of a push as she wasn't as strong as before, but still. Luckily for him the door automatically kind of closed behind them, so the neighbors would go on about their own thing as well. "Didn't do anything?! I'm just using the restroom like a normal guy and before I know it I'm a woman! Tell me, tell me who else could possibly even think of doing something like that to me!" Slowly that anger of Chris was subsiding though. That panic that hadn't taken effect before was now starting to seep in. She wasn't about to calm down any time soon. Not with what had happened to her, but her determination to strangle Taylor to death was wavering now.

"I hate you, you fucking asshole!" The woman yelled, tears starting to form in her eyes now. Really, her life couldn't get much worse any more. Everything had been so good and right, before this man decided to flip all of that on it's head and, as it felt now, ruin her life entirely. After a bit of shaking and more screaming at him that didn't make much sense any more Chris finally let go. That was the second thing she wasn't used to at all...the emotions. Even when it wasn't 'that time of the month' a woman experienced emotions quite differently than a man it seemed. She covered her face, for some reason now wanting to show the tears to Taylor as she sunk to the ground. Chris was a complete mess now. The panic and shock that should have come before had finally set in, and she really didn't know what to do any more. Even keeping to her feet seemed difficult now. How did normal women ever cope with things like this? Being a man was so much easier...

[Sarpedon]

((stop calling him taylor! XD lol, that's his new nickname now.))

Leroy pushed back when his uninvited guest pushed him, she didn't get him anywhere near the wall, and he was taller than her, so any intimidation she was trying to convey was, if not lost, then severely hampered. She accused him of managing to turn her into a woman, claiming that she had been a man, using the bathroom, when it happened. That would be awkward. Having your gender switch while in the middle of using the bathroom would be, if nothing else, terrifying, and quite possibly messy. But he wasn't too focused on that, the salesman was more focused on keeping aggression down between them. As much as he might like to whack Chris over the head and throw him or her, whatever his gender was now, into the back alley, when he didn't show up for work, who would be to blame? Leroy. Everyone knew Leroy hated Chris, so the day Chris doesn't show up, is the day after Leroy snapped and killed him. But after some screaming, and what he was pretty sure was at least one racially insensitive comment, the woman who appeared to the female equivalent of Chris started crying and kind of collapsed in on herself.

Not knowing what else to do, Leroy guided his rival over to the couch, pulled a six-pack out of the nearby mini-fridge, and offered a beer to the person next to him. He didn't know how to think of Chris now, was it still Chris, the guy, the one he hated, or was this Chris, the woman, who used to be Chris as a guy. He didn't understand, and figured he should leave the issue of gender alone. "I'm very positive that I didn't do anything to you." he declared as he cracked open his beer. "But let's say I did. Let's say I turned you into a woman. We're fully aware that I don't like you, so why turn you into a hot woman? You'll just make even more sales now, assuming you go to work..." he wasn't sure where he was going with this, but away from him was a good idea, "I don't even know how I'd go about turning someone into a woman. I'd have to like, kidnap them and have a plastic surgeon switch their genders... That takes forever, even with lots of money..." it was pretty clear that Leroy didn't have a lot of money. "On the plus side, Chris is pretty gender neutral, so it's not like you have to find a new name..." positive things were good, right? But now he wasn't sure. This person seemed to have female emotions, so it wasn't just surgery, someone or something had created the female equivalent of Chris, which meant that he was dealing with a woman, and Leroy didn't get women. He was looking for a patient one who wouldn't make him guess what she wanted for her birthday. Chris did not seem to be that kind of woman, so he kept the stool leg handy...