As always, fantastic art by  Amara_Burrger

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JuPrerre smiled wide, as she carefully placed the contract into a drawer.
“Excellent. I’m glad to have you aboard. I’ve been in need of a decoy for a while.”

Remmy paused.
“I’m sorry? I thought this was a bodyguard position.”
”I already have two bodyguards. No, that’s not what I need you for.”

Remmy frowned.
“What kind of a decoy are you talking about?”
”The personal kind. You’ll make sure that anybody who wants to make an attempt on my life will be targeting you, instead of me.”

He blinked.
“.…but I don’t look anything like you,” he said, the words slipping out in an English accent.

JuPrerre grinned devilishly at him.
“That won’t be a problem in a minute.”

Remmy blinked, not noticing yet that he’d grown shorter, or that his clothes were becoming baggy. His hair was growing out much longer, and turning into feathers. More feathers of a similar color were now spreading all across his body.
“Wait, am I talking in an accent?”
”Yes, mine. That was included in your contract, which you apparently didn't fully read.”

“WHAT was included?!” he demanded, his voice now sounding much more feminine.
“You mean besides having to match my physical appearance? Well, your contract also includes a number of charms to ensure you behave correctly. Including one that makes you speak as I do.”

Remmy reached for his holster, but remembered that the doorman had taken his gun off of him before letting him inside. He suddenly noticed that his hand had gotten much more slender, and his fingers were like a bird’s talons. On top of that, his arm seemed shorter and too slender to fit his sleeve anymore. He gulped.

JuPrerre giggled, her eyes glimmering a little in the morning light.
“Even if you were armed, my charms compel you to ensure my safety. You wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger, even if you wanted to.”

The changes were happening faster than he could see them. His ears seemingly disappeared underneath his feathers, and a new hairstyle suddenly fell over the left side of his face. His butt expanded, making his belt feel a lot tighter around his hips. His legs grew slightly shorter, lifting his shoes slightly off the floor. They slipped off of him, and his socks were suddenly ripped by the growing talons on his new bird feet.

A sharp pain stung him just above his right eye, and he flinched and clutched his face.
“Ow!”

His fingers felt something sticking out of his eyebrow. He tugged at it a little, but it was stuck pretty firmly in place.
“What the hell?!”

JuPrerre giggled again.
“That’s your piercing. I’d leave it alone.”
”I have a…. wait, what’s happening?"

He suddenly realized his junk felt different, but when he instinctively gazed down, his view was blocked by his own chest. His rack was visibly huge, despite how baggy his shirt and jacket were now.

They weren’t the biggest breasts he’d ever seen, but they were big enough to strain against his otherwise loose top. He felt a dull aching in his nipples for the first time, as they rubbed against the fabric.

He was breathing heavily, overwhelmed by all of the new sensations. His hands shook as they rested on his unexpectedly soft thighs. JuPrerre smiled, gazing upon her newest employee and identical twin.

Remmy gaped, his new beak hanging open as he tried to find the words.
“I’m… everything is… I’ve got-”
”A voluptuous new elven figure,” JuPrerre interrupted as she stood up.

She walked to the coat rack in the corner, which was decorated with several coats and hats. She sifted through them for a moment. Remmy paused, taking in her words.
“Wait, you’re an elf?” Remmy blurted out, now sounding exactly like her.

“As are you, now,” she answered, “Welcome to immortality.”

She took a coat hangar off the rack, with an outfit wrapped in plastic. It unfolded as she pulled it free, revealing a skirt suit just like hers.

She approached his chair and offered it to him.
“You'll be dressed exactly the same as me, starting today. You'll find the underwear and jewelry included here. It’s tailored to my sizes - sorry, our sizes - so you’ll find it perfectly comfortable. Will you need assistance getting changed?”

Operating off of new reflexes that were now a part of him, he instinctively took the coat hangar from her without even looking at it. He blushed intensely,staring down at himself, not wanting to look at the outfit or her.
“...no, ma’am. I can manage.”

“Good. The bathroom is down the hall. Meet me in the waiting room once you’re ready.”
“Yes ma’am.” The words slipped out of him on reflex.

Nervously keeping his head down, he stood up and moved for the door.

To Be Continued