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Brent was confused when Mr. Fullerton came over to his desk, telling him he spelled his name wrong when he clocked in. Brent could've sworn he spelled it right, but when he saw "Mirent Fitzkelley" on the document, he felt embarrassed. Maybe he was thinking of Michele and her name slipped into his mind while writing his own name. He was left scratching his head in confusion while Mr. Fullerton left his desk. He finished his morning without any glaring issues. Brent went to the break room for lunch, where Michele shortly joined him. She sat next to him, Brent's heart, like clockwork, starting beating faster than a crazed drummer.

"Hey, I really enjoyed last night, thank you so much" Michele said, her kind smile infectious.

"No thank you, I appreciate you joining me" Brent replied, looking at her gorgeous eyes.

"I saw your clock in document, it's sweet that you think of me that much that you accidentally put "Fitz" in your last name" Michele laughed, making light of the situation.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I should focus on work when I'm at work" Brent said quietly, not sure what to respond with.

"I thought it was cute, personally"

"Really? Okay, thank you so much Michele, if I'm being honest, I was a little embarrassed" Brent smirked, laughing at himself.

"So, when's date number two?" Michele asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How's about the end of the work week, it's a long weekend this week, so how's about Thursday?"

"For sure, I kind of have no life right now, nothing going on, so that works for me" Michele said.

"Awesome, it's locked then" affirmed Brent, giving Michele a little cheek kiss, part of the reason being to see if he could feel the magic he felt that first kiss. But it just felt like a regular kiss.

Brent continued the rest of his day like normal. When he drove home, he thought of his date on Thursday. As he slept, thoughts intruded into his brain about his date, Michele, these thoughts just stuck in his mind, like the world's most powerful tape.

When Brent woke up on Wednesday, he went through his morning routine as usual. He went through his work day, his only slip up was catching his clock in error, after he wrote "Michent Fitzgerey" on the document, but he corrected it. After work, his only plan was to get ready for tomorrow's date. He stopped at the local shoe store, and picked up a pair of women's Air Force sneakers. It was almost like his brain was on auto-pilot, he didn't even notice he bought women's shoes. When he did get in the car, he saw that he bought women's shoes, but he didn't have time, stores were going to close soon, so he went to the rest of his stops. He bought a cute black sweater and some nicer jeans than the ones he already owned.

The next day, Brent went through his routine like he did every day, but today he noticed something. His blonde hair was way darker than it usually was, it was brown now. Brent's eyes widened, it was a drastic change, but he didn't have time to think about it. Today was the day for his second date with Michele. He arrived at work, when he got out of his car, he noticed he didn't have to lower his head to get out, almost like he shrank a couple inches. This was starting to get freaky. He rushed into the office and straight to Michele. He asked her if she could do his clock in document, because he was really struggling with it. She obliged, and Brent went to his desk. As he typed, he noticed his hands getting smaller and more feminine, he had heard about "office hands", where your hands get smoother due to working in an office environment, but he was sure this was something completely different.

At lunch, he shared his concerns with Michele, but she comforted him.

"I'm sure you're just nervous about something, we can sort it out tonight at the restaurant tonight, I sure am excited for it" Michele patted his back, her hands feeling identical to the ones Brent currently had.

"Okay, I guess you're right, thank you Michele"

"No problem" she beamed at him, everything felt right.

At the end of the day, Brent changed into his new clothes and shoes. He thought he looked great, a little girlish, but he didn't notice it too much. He hopped in his car and made his way to the restaurant. He arrived before Michele once again, so he got them a table and sat there, once again in anticipation. When Michele arrived, he felt a weird sensation... she was dressed in a cute black sweater, nice jeans and her white Air Force sneakers. They were dressed identically. Brent was floored at this coincidence. She sat down and giggled a bit.

"Hey, did you steal my shoes?" she teased.

"I guess I stole your whole wardrobe today" Brent said, still wildly shocked at what had happened.

The waiter came over to take their order. Brent surprised Michele by blurting out that he'd be having the spaghetti. Michele followed up by also ordering her favourite, the spaghetti.

"Wow, you're really copying me tonight" she said, still smiling.

"I guess so, I've just really been craving spaghetti, it's my favourite" Brent's mouth said, it didn't even feel like Brent was saying it, his mind once again on auto-pilot.

Michele laughed, "you mean it's my favourite, right?" she said, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes, yes" Brent said, sweating, why was he acting so weird?

They finished their meal without any weird things happening, up until the waiter came over with the bill. Once again, just like the first date, he asked if they would like to have another entry in the draw for some free food at the restaurant. Michele and Brent both agreed, so the waiter asked for Brent's name and email.

Just like that, an itch appeared in Brent's brain, it just wouldn't stop, only one thing could satisfy the itch, it felt like agony, the only way to stop the itch would be humiliating, but his body couldn't handle it, without his mind's consent, his mouth decided to say

"My name is Michele Fitzgerald, my email is michelefitz2 at gmail dot com".

All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, he couldn't hold it off any longer, his legs slimmed to become more feminine, his cheekbones sharpened and his face shaped to become an identical copy to the woman in front of him, breasts formed on his chest as his hair finished darkening, then his hair got longer until it stopped near his shoulders. On the inside he was screaming, but his body smiled at Michele.

The original Michele smiled as big as she ever had.

"Glad you finally accepted it, thank you for the date Michele!"

Brent internally cringed, there was so much he wanted to say, but once again, his brain betrayed him.

"No problem, thank YOU Michele!"

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Thank you so much for reading the second part of Names are Contagious, and thank you for the love on part one! If you have any feedback or want to do a tg rp, don't hesitate to note/chat me

Description
Brent was confused when Mr. Fullerton came over to his desk, telling him he spelled his name wrong when he clocked in. Brent could've sworn he spelled it right, but when he saw "Mirent Fitzkelley" on the document, he felt embarrassed. Maybe he was thinking of Michele and her name slipped into his mind while writing his own name. He was left scratching his head in confusion while Mr. Fullerton left his desk. He finished his morning without any glaring issues. Brent went to the break room for lunch, where Michele shortly joined him. She sat next to him, Brent's heart, like clockwork, starting beating faster than a crazed drummer.

"Hey, I really enjoyed last night, thank you so much" Michele said, her kind smile infectious.

"No thank you, I appreciate you joining me" Brent replied, looking at her gorgeous eyes.

"I saw your clock in document, it's sweet that you think of me that much that you accidentally put "Fitz" in your last name" Michele laughed, making light of the situation.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I should focus on work when I'm at work" Brent said quietly, not sure what to respond with.

"I thought it was cute, personally"

"Really? Okay, thank you so much Michele, if I'm being honest, I was a little embarrassed" Brent smirked, laughing at himself.

"So, when's date number two?" Michele asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How's about the end of the work week, it's a long weekend this week, so how's about Thursday?"

"For sure, I kind of have no life right now, nothing going on, so that works for me" Michele said.

"Awesome, it's locked then" affirmed Brent, giving Michele a little cheek kiss, part of the reason being to see if he could feel the magic he felt that first kiss. But it just felt like a regular kiss.

Brent continued the rest of his day like normal. When he drove home, he thought of his date on Thursday. As he slept, thoughts intruded into his brain about his date, Michele, these thoughts just stuck in his mind, like the world's most powerful tape.

When Brent woke up on Wednesday, he went through his morning routine as usual. He went through his work day, his only slip up was catching his clock in error, after he wrote "Michent Fitzgerey" on the document, but he corrected it. After work, his only plan was to get ready for tomorrow's date. He stopped at the local shoe store, and picked up a pair of women's Air Force sneakers. It was almost like his brain was on auto-pilot, he didn't even notice he bought women's shoes. When he did get in the car, he saw that he bought women's shoes, but he didn't have time, stores were going to close soon, so he went to the rest of his stops. He bought a cute black sweater and some nicer jeans than the ones he already owned.

The next day, Brent went through his routine like he did every day, but today he noticed something. His blonde hair was way darker than it usually was, it was brown now. Brent's eyes widened, it was a drastic change, but he didn't have time to think about it. Today was the day for his second date with Michele. He arrived at work, when he got out of his car, he noticed he didn't have to lower his head to get out, almost like he shrank a couple inches. This was starting to get freaky. He rushed into the office and straight to Michele. He asked her if she could do his clock in document, because he was really struggling with it. She obliged, and Brent went to his desk. As he typed, he noticed his hands getting smaller and more feminine, he had heard about "office hands", where your hands get smoother due to working in an office environment, but he was sure this was something completely different.

At lunch, he shared his concerns with Michele, but she comforted him.

"I'm sure you're just nervous about something, we can sort it out tonight at the restaurant tonight, I sure am excited for it" Michele patted his back, her hands feeling identical to the ones Brent currently had.

"Okay, I guess you're right, thank you Michele"

"No problem" she beamed at him, everything felt right.

At the end of the day, Brent changed into his new clothes and shoes. He thought he looked great, a little girlish, but he didn't notice it too much. He hopped in his car and made his way to the restaurant. He arrived before Michele once again, so he got them a table and sat there, once again in anticipation. When Michele arrived, he felt a weird sensation... she was dressed in a cute black sweater, nice jeans and her white Air Force sneakers. They were dressed identically. Brent was floored at this coincidence. She sat down and giggled a bit.

"Hey, did you steal my shoes?" she teased.

"I guess I stole your whole wardrobe today" Brent said, still wildly shocked at what had happened.

The waiter came over to take their order. Brent surprised Michele by blurting out that he'd be having the spaghetti. Michele followed up by also ordering her favourite, the spaghetti.

"Wow, you're really copying me tonight" she said, still smiling.

"I guess so, I've just really been craving spaghetti, it's my favourite" Brent's mouth said, it didn't even feel like Brent was saying it, his mind once again on auto-pilot.

Michele laughed, "you mean it's my favourite, right?" she said, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes, yes" Brent said, sweating, why was he acting so weird?

They finished their meal without any weird things happening, up until the waiter came over with the bill. Once again, just like the first date, he asked if they would like to have another entry in the draw for some free food at the restaurant. Michele and Brent both agreed, so the waiter asked for Brent's name and email.

Just like that, an itch appeared in Brent's brain, it just wouldn't stop, only one thing could satisfy the itch, it felt like agony, the only way to stop the itch would be humiliating, but his body couldn't handle it, without his mind's consent, his mouth decided to say

"My name is Michele Fitzgerald, my email is michelefitz2 at gmail dot com".

All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, he couldn't hold it off any longer, his legs slimmed to become more feminine, his cheekbones sharpened and his face shaped to become an identical copy to the woman in front of him, breasts formed on his chest as his hair finished darkening, then his hair got longer until it stopped near his shoulders. On the inside he was screaming, but his body smiled at Michele.

The original Michele smiled as big as she ever had.

"Glad you finally accepted it, thank you for the date Michele!"

Brent internally cringed, there was so much he wanted to say, but once again, his brain betrayed him.

"No problem, thank YOU Michele!"

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Thank you so much for reading the second part of Names are Contagious, and thank you for the love on part one! If you have any feedback or want to do a tg rp, don't hesitate to note/chat me