INTERIOR. OFFICE. DAY.
A businessman, JERRY, is impatiently waiting for an elevator. The fluorescent lights flicker for a split second and - POOF! - JERRY transforms into a sexy woman wearing a string bikini and high heels. (Why? Well, why not?) He doesn't realize he's changed, but without thinking he reaches behind himself and subtly adjusts his bikini bottom. JERRY's longtime rival SMYTHE approaches, clearly not recognizing JERRY and looking quite flustered.
SMYTHE: Excuse me, but just what do you think you're doing here?!
JERRY: What the hell do you think I'm doing, Smythe? I'm about to go into that meeting upstairs and give the presentation for the Sunrays Tanning Lotion account. This'll be the biggest day of my career. Soon I'll be on top, while you'll still be stuck down here with the other losers!
SMYTHE: Huh? I don't know what you're talking about, but you can't just walk around the office dressed like... that!
JERRY snorts contemptuously, but he doesn't look down at himself and remains oblivious to his transformation.
JERRY: What do you mean? My suit looks great, and you know it! Don't try and play your pathetic mind games with me, pal... nothing you can say is gonna screw up my confidence!
SMYTHE: (Gulps) Listen, I'm not saying your little outfit doesn't look good... it, uh, looks fantastic, actually. But that sort of thing is simply not appropriate for the office!
JERRY: What are you talking about? A suit like this is totally appropriate! (Muttering to himself.) I do wish it was a little warmer, though. I don't know who turned up the AC so high today, but I'm freezing.
SMYTHE suddenly realizes something and chuckles.
SMYTHE: Wait, I get it! You must be a bikini babe that Jerry hired for the Sunrays presentation, right? That seems a little sleazy, even for him. I bet that creep even told you to smear on some of that lotion while the bosses ogle you.
JERRY: Huh? What do you mean, I must be a... bikini babe? What the hell is that supposed to..?
JERRY finally looks down, sees that he is, in fact, a bikini babe, and gawks at his new curves in astonishment. Just then the elevator arrives and the doors open with a DING. SMYTHE glances around the hallway irritably.
SMYTHE: Where the hell is Jerry, anyway? I haven't seen that jerk all morning. (Suddenly his face lights up.) Hang on, I've got an idea. I'll handle the presentation myself!
JERRY: (Weakly) What? You'll handle...?
SMYTHE: Yeah. But don't worry, I can still use you.
He takes JERRY's arm and leads him into the elevator. JERRY is too shocked to put up much resistance.
JERRY: Use me?
SMYTHE: All you have to do is stand there and look pretty. This'll be the biggest day of my career... and if I get that promotion, I might just be looking for a doll like you to be my new secretary!
The elevator doors close on SMYTHE grinning triumphantly and JERRY looking horrified. FADE OUT.