"Mr. Adams," the attractive young lady addressed the man who opened the door, "You are in violation of your contract with Franklin Electronics. You are late on your payments and I have come to repossess the assets." She looked up from her paper and gave the disheveled man a small smile. He looked at her tiny form and laughed, "I'd like to see you try! Not like there's anything to take, that stuff was stripped and sold weeks ago!" "So you do not have the original assets? Then in clause 13, you gave us the right to take anything of equal value, and I'd say your manhood is pretty valuable to you, right?" He looked at her, utterly confused at what she was getting at. She removed a strange gun from her bag and pointed it at the crotch of the man before pulling the trigger.
The man keeled over as the gun took effect, changing his body as it drained him of all testosterone. His hair grew from a buzz cut to a cute bob as his eyes widened. His face grew feminine and his nose crunched leaving the head of a girl atop a man's body, but not for long. The changes shifted to his torso, forcing his waist to pull in and his chest to push out. He pawed at a growing set of perky breasts, gasping in his new voice as he did so. His hips expanded and fat began to pad onto his thighs and ass giving him curves on top of his shrinking frame causing his improperly fitting pants to fall around his ankles. He lost nearly a foot in height until he was shorter than the repo woman, forced to look up at her as she changed him. With a final, audible slurp, his member receded leaving him as a full-on woman.
"Great," the woman said as she pulled a canister full of blue liquid off the top of the gun before waving it in front of him, "This'll do." "What the fuck did you do?!" Ms. Adams squealed, pulling down her shirt to cover herself, "And what the hell is that?!" "You're manhood, of course. I'll be holding onto it until you pay your outstanding balance of..." she checked the paper, "$1,302,628.93." "How is it so high! I only had like five things!" "Taxes, fees, etcetera etcetera. But there is a way to get this back!" She said, swirling the canister. She passed the man a card for Franklin Electronics with a number under the logo. "If you work as a repossession agent, you should be back to your old male self in a couple of years." "YEARS?!" "Yep, now I'd hate to be rude, but I have a few more accounts to settle and really must go." That being said, she turned around and walked away, leaving Ms. Adams to make her choice.