From: larsonce@geocities.com (Wildstar)
Subject: SRU:  The Temp Job
Date: Sun, 30 Mar 1997 06:20:46 GMT



By Chad Larson
         And
Daniel Peterson



	"Okay, Misty Johnson, you're hired.  Now we'll need you to
start immediately, but you'll have to provide your own costume.  The
one we have isn't in the best condition.", the women behind the desk
said.

	"But it's 5 days before Easter.  How am I going to find a
costume at this late date?", Misty asked.

	"That's not our problem.  Now do you want this job or not?"

	"Of course.  I'll find a bunny costume, one way or the
other.", Misty replied, as she got out of the chair.

	"Like I said, we'll need you to start ASAP.  When you find a
costume, please come back here and we'll get you started. But be back
within an hour or we're going to have to offer the job to someone
else."

	She left the office, muttering to herself under her breath.
Oh, god Misty, what have you gotten yourself into this time?  An hour
to find a bunny costume and five days before Easter.  I guess I could
check K-Mart or Party City for a costume, but they would be jam-packed
with Easter shoppers.  Boy, if I didn't need this job so badly, I'd
tell her where she could stick her job offer.

	K-Mart and Party City were a flop.  They both were raided.
Even "Costume Crazy" were out of Easter Bunny costumes!  She looked at
her watch.  15 minutes to go.  She was about to give up, when she came
upon a store that she hadn't seen before.  

	"Spells R Us?", she asked out loud. "Must be one of those
fly-by-night stores.  Well I've got nothing to lose by trying it." She
opened the door and stepped inside.

	"Hello Misty," a male voice said.  She looked up and saw an
old man in a brown bathrobe, with a sparkle in his eye.

	"Huh?  How'd you know my name?" Misty asked.

	"Oh it's nothing, you look like a Misty.  What do you need?"

	"I need a bunny costume.  You wouldn't happen to have one
would you?"

	"Ah indeed I do.  But I must warn you...."

	"It doesn't matter," Misty interrupted hurriedly, "Whatever
you have, I'll take it!"

	"Excellent!  Please wait here for just one second," the old
man replied, heading into the back room, and reemerging almost
instantly with a costume.  "Is this what you need?"

	She looked at it.  It looked like the standard Easter Bunny
costume that she'd seen a hundred times before in malls.

	"Yes, that's it exactly!"

	"Why not try it on and see if it fits."

	She did and found that it fits perfectly.

	"Oh this fits perfectly.  How much do I owe you?"

	"Oh you can pay me after you're done with it."

	"Oh, that's nice of you.  Thank you."

	"It was nothing my dear.  Now, I really must warn you be
careful, don't wear the costume too long.", he began, but she had
already walked out the door, "Oh well, she'll find out soon enough."

	She ran back to the mall, and bounded up the steps to the
Customer Service desk.  "Joan Gilbertson is waiting for you," said the
woman behind the desk.

	She fixed her hair and wiped the sweat off her brow, and
entered the office of Joan Gilbertson.

	"You've almost didn't make it, I was about to re-open the
position to the next in line." said the older woman behind the desk.
"You will start today in the center court.  There's a fitting room in
the back of my office."

	"Thank you so much for hiring me, Miss Gilbertson!  You won't
regret it!", she took the white haired garment to the back door in the
room and donned the costume.  She was met by a woman in an Easter
dress who escorted her down the steps and to a line of impatiently
waiting kids.

	For the first three days everything is fine, except for those
few kids that kicked her in the shins and nearly broke her leg bones
when they pounce on her.  Other than that, though, Misty enjoyed her
work and looked forward to getting her paycheck.  On the fourth day,
however, right before the end of the working day, she started to feel
a little warm and her body started to itch.  She scratched herself as
best she could through her costume, but it wouldn't go away.  When she
got off of work, she rushed back to the store called, "Spells R Us" to
return the costume.  She arrived and walked in to the store. 

	The old man was no where to be found.  "Hello?"

	"Hello, my dear." The old man, still clad in his brown
bathrobe, exited from the back of the store. "Ahh, Misty, I see you've
come to return the costume.  Did you have any problems with the
costume?"

	"Well no, not till recently.  Here let me take it off, I feel
kind of warm and I've been itchy"

	"Please do."

	She took the costume off and placed it on the desk.  As she
does, she saw something that caused her to give out a horrific scream.
	
	Her arms have a light dusting of white and black fur.  "Heh,
guess the costumes likes me," she said, beginning to rub the white fur
off of her arms.  Her hand just passed over the fur, as if she was
petting her arm.  She rubbed harder, but the fur would not come off.
"Heh, what's going on?!" she asked of no one.  She grabbed at the fur,
and tried to pull it off.  Suddenly, her arm screamed in pain and she
gasped, completely unprepared for how her arm felt.  The clump of fur
came off in her hand, but her arm was bloody, as if she ripped a big
bunch of her own hair off her arm!  She turns and bolts out of the
store and into her car.  She starts driving.

	"Oh my god, what's happening to me?"  The wound on her arm had
healed completely and was again covered with white fur. As she drove,
she felt her ears stretch. She pulled into her driveway and stole a
quick view in the rear view mirror.  She saw that her ears had
quintupled in length and were moving up her head, giving her a head
ache. Reaching up, she felt her ears, which had stopped moving and
were now perched on the top of her head.  She also noticed that her
nose looked funny and was beginning to twitch.  Her mouth ached, and
smiling to herself, she saw that her incisors has started to grow
longer.  She tore her view away from the mirror and got out of the
car.  She slammed the door, and the noise was so loud, she almost went
deaf.  Holding her head and screaming in pain, she bolted into the
house.  She half ran, half hopped up to her bathroom, where she stared
at herself in the mirror.

	She watched as the hair grew thicker and thicker.  She tore
her clothes off, and she saw her breasts promptly deflate and flatten
against her body! She felt where her breasts had been and moving her
hand down her stomach, she felt little bumps, eight of them, forming
on her stomach and chest.  "AGH!  What's happening to me?!"  Suddenly,
her feet felt extremely cramped in her shoes and she went to undo the
shoelace, when she heard a ripping sound.  The seams on the shoes tore
apart and her feet began to stretch.  They stretched out until her
center of balance shifted and she had to stand on her toes and balls
of her feet.  Her heels were up to where her knees used to be.  Her
fingers start to shrink into her hand, until her hands resembled paws.


	She watched as she began to shrink down until she was only
about a foot in length.  Her entire body was now covered in white fur.
Her stomach and back had black spots.  She felt her backbone shift and
she fell over onto all fours, as a tail pushed its way out of her
back.

	She then watched as her nose began twitching in earnest and
moved away from her face a bit.  Long white whiskers sprouted out of
the sides of her rabbit-like muzzle, and waved back and forth with
each twitch of her nose.  She hopped her way over the mirror and came
face to face with a white rabbit with black spots.  It took her a
second to realize that she was that rabbit.

	Epilog

	The old man shakes his head

	"I tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen.", he said,
shaking his head again, he turns the lights off and locks the door
behind him.