This choice: The hallway, where they saw Mike and Michelle • Go Back...Chapter #23The hallway, where they saw Mike and Michelle by: Unknown They didn't have to walk far to find their first fellow victims. Emerging from a room down the hall and being very handsy with each other was the handsome young blonde guy in the French maid outfit, and what looked to Liz like a very beautiful blonde woman in a male waiter uniform, complete with jacket, bowtie and cummerbund.
"Oh, those two," whispered Harry.
"You know them?" Liz asked.
"Of course I do," he said. "We started working here around the same time. They weren't like that then, of course."
"What were they like?"
Harry shook his head in disappointment. "Such a damn shame. The woman used to go by Michelle, and she was the sexiest fucking number any of us had ever seen. Perfect body, a soft little French accent that would drive you wild, and she was like sex on legs in those heels. Every guy here wanted to bang her, but Mike there won the race. He was a cocky little stud. I remember a lot of the female guests wanted to hook up with him, but they only had eyes for each other."
"And what happened?"
"What happened was that one day, they got called down to the boss' office together, and when they came back up, she was Mike and he was Michelle. Acted, dressed exactly like each other. I miss seeing those legs of hers."
"Do you think he did something to their minds?" Liz wondered. "They have to dress like each other like we do? Or did he just swap their bodies without letting them notice?"
"Does it really matter?" Harry asked. "Same end result."
Dr. Moriarty could have answered that question for them, and as he watched this scene played out, he called up some surveillance photos of that particular switch, which remained one of his favorites. In one picture, the pre-transformation Mike and Michelle lay flat on the tables, side by side, fully-dressed except for their shoes, and in the picture Moriarty was holding one of Michelle's lovely stocking-clad feet. The next picture was nearly identical, only the clothes had been swapped, and now it was Mike's stocking-clad foot being held and studied by Moriarty.
Those two had been so in lust with each other, and such perfect specimens of their respective genders, that he knew he would have to mix them up. When he got them on the table, though, he found he couldn't bear to change a single thing about their beautiful bodies, and so a full life swap was the way to go.
He smiled at the memory, while back up in the hallway, Liz said, "We should talk to them."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I feel like it will help me get my head around this better if we talk to some other victims."
"Wouldn't you rather go looking for your friends?" he asked.
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