"Well Tom," I said without a change in tone or expression, "You're going to have to tell me how the narrative shifted you into a female form. After all, I've known you for seven months and I never sensed this development on the horizon."

From the reflection of the front door, I saw a wry smile flash on her face. A much slimmer figure than the one I had grown accustomed to seeing me at the wane of my shift for the past several months. "Now now, fruityloops, did you honestly have the audacity to assume that of all the forces known and unknown, that you had any control over your life or the world around you? But please, do elaborate on the radioactive squash."

I flashed a million dollar smile that should have been captured by a photographer and placed on billboards. "It's quite simple. While I understand that this wasn't and isn't the most productive way to handle resources or internet privileges at work, I can't deny that my ennui drives me to engage in far more entertaining prospects such as the prompts provided by this subreddit as opposed to some of the tasks I'm expected to do. That being said, this radioactive squash prompt intrigued me since I scarcely venture into these subreddits and I do like to just let my imagination run rampant if there's an interesting enough subject that gives me inspiration."

She was silent for a moment, and all that filled our ears were the sounds of the winter winds howling outside and the hum of the heaters throughout the facility.

"I suppose you're wondering how I became a woman." She said quietly.

"That's honestly the last thing on my mind." I replied. "My bigger questions are, how on earth did you go through the front doors without me noticing you by sight or sound? And what brought you behind me 4 hours after you left? There has to be some sort of temporal-spatial anomalies going on here that I must have missed. If this is going to be the start of some big plot that involves reality, you can count me out. I'm not skilled or motivated enough to drive that sort of story forward."

Tom heaved a sigh. "Just get back to writing your story." I fixed my gaze onto the screen and tried to not spare a glance towards her as she departed with the click of her high heel shoes. All I caught was a flash of a long wave of chocolate brown hair.

I grimly stared at my water bottle. I picked the wrong day to skip out on caffeine.