Roy gazed into the bathroom mirror of his hotel suite with a kind of manic glee. The waxy sheen on Topaz's face filled him with dark satisfaction and this was just the beginning. The idea had come to him as he had been sitting at the hotel bar on that first night contemplating how he would avenge his non-binary colleague once he got his body back at the end of the weekend. Mulling over the implied lesson of understanding what it meant for your outside appearance not to match who you were inside, it had struck him like a bolt of lightning. What if he didn't have to wait until he got his body back? He was at the biggest nutrition and cosmetic supplement convention in the country – he could make the body he had right now into whatever he wanted, and Topaz would have to live with it when he returned it.
The beauty stalls had been his first port of call. There had been countless stands performing procedures and giving out samples and within hours, Topaz's lips had been injected with filler to practically bursting point and their face contained more botox than a Hollywood retirement home. He even found a stall offering collagen butt injections – not even bothering to go into the privacy area, he hiked up his dress for the blushing nurse to pump a bumper dose of the fluid into his loaner ass. The best part was that the treatment boasted to increase in volume over a matter of months, meaning Topaz's ass would keep growing and they would never understand why.
Once Roy had Topaz's body looking considerably more slutty, he went in search of other ways to ruin their life. Unexpectedly, he found it in a section of the main hall dedicated to helping women going through menopause. Libidox was a brand new treatment that worked similarly to a birth control implant in that once injected into the patient's arm, it released regular micro-doses of hormones that in the case of Libidox increased the recipient's sex drive. It didn't matter that Topaz was not menopausal since Libidox operated on such a tiny dose that it only had a minor impact. However, Roy was able to find three separate stands offering the implant as a trial, and once the reps occupying the stalls swapped shifts, he went round again. It was only once he had 18 implants in various spots in his arms that he decided it might be unsafe to continue. He didn't want to kill Topaz after all – just release the slut from within. The best part, the micro-doses wouldn't kick in for around 24 hours, by which time he would have long vacated the bitch's body.
Roy knew he ought to feel ridiculous – bleach barely having left his hair and the spray tan hardly dry on his glassy stiff skin, but revenge was too sweet. It was the morning of the final day of the convention and he was about to introduce the world to new and improved Topaz. The outfit he had picked out from a stall selling alternative fitness wear was the final touch – shiny black spandex of the leggings squeezing Topaz's freshly enlarged ass like a ripe piece of fruit. In around 12 hours the hormone implants would start to kick in and the transformation to whore would be complete. By then, Roy would have his co-worker's body well on the way to being drunk to ensure whoever was wearing the 'Topaz' nametag was going to have a night for the ages – and it damn well wasn't going to be him...
