I didn't know how, but I was.It had begun at the top of my body, my head. The slope of my head grew gentler, tapered down to a longer, gentler neck in...o which my Adam's apple disappeared. My cheekbones shifted configuration as my nose grew smaller and my mouth grew fuller lips. My facial hair withdrew into my face, leaving behind softer, silky skin. My shoulders seemed to collapse into themselves, becoming weaker as my entire upper torso became contracted. My nipples stretched and puffed. My. There was also elastic around the legs, near her ankles. The outfit would have been sexy, even if it had been made of denim, but the entire thing was like a see-through negligee, and Kara wasn't wearing a thing under it. As long as Bill didn't turn around everything would be fine.While Kara fussed over the coffee maker I studied her delicious tits. They were probably a large 'B' or small 'C', the perfect size for her petite body. They had no sag whatsoever and jutted out nicely from her rib. It would prove I was a fake. She'd probably call the police the moment I stepped out of the building. No, I had to ride this one out. I was going to have to do my best acting to get out of this one.I looked at her and changed my mood. I now looked at her with determination. A determination that I would win this little game and still walk out of here with my money. I confidently smiled as I strolled past her and into her office. But as the heavy door closed behind me, I felt a chill go through. Mmm it feels good Brittany." Yeah?" she was gasping. Was I really that good?"Yes ma'am."She pulled me in closer and kissed me deeply and passionately, digging her nails harder and with more force. I fucking loved it. I mean, who doesn't love a little bit of pain and pleasure? We were sweaty, we were passionate, we were in perfect rhythm. Her hips rocking forward when I thrust, and back when I pulled. At this point I felt unstoppable, and I wasn't going to finish anytime soon. We both knew.