Jill walked down the corridor to the meeting room with extra dread this morning. All week her coworkers had been acting strange and to make matters worse she was sure she was going mad. Yesterday she could have swore her friends Michelle and Clare looked different, like physically different.
Bracing herself Jill put on a smile and walked into the office.
As she entered the room her jaw dropped. There at the conference table was Michelle and Clare, or at least what sort of looked like them.
‘Oh my god guys what’s wrong what’s happened to you?’ Jill spurted out.
‘Wrong?’ Said Michelle ‘there is nothing wrong with us’
‘Indeed. Did you not get your complementary pair of pantyhose last week?’ Clare followed ‘they feel so good. Like I don’t have a care in the world’
Jill composesed herself. And tried to remain calm. She needed a plan to get out of here. These people who looked like enhanced versions of themselves could not be trusted.
‘No I’m more of a trousers woman’ she said edging towards the door.
Michelle face changed ‘oh no we are a pantyhose company now. You’ll understand soon’
As she said that Michelle and Clare raised their feet to the table. ‘Just look’ they said together
‘Hose gone on brains goes off’ they said
‘Hose gone on brains goes off’
‘Hose gone on brains goes off’
‘Hose gone on brains goes off’
Jill tried to look away but she caught a glimpse of her coworkers feet. She stared and stared and stared all the while her brain absorbed messages.
‘Come with me’ said Michelle ‘let’s get you some hose’
Jill just nodded. Returning to the office sometime later she thought, or as much as she could think, that hose really did look better than trousers. She was so silly to have resisted for that week especially now she looked so different, so good, after all…
