The coffee making makes an annoying whirr as you wait for it to fill up Norman and Jeff's coffees. You're the new receptionist at the Gazette, and sure, it isn't the most interesting or fun job, but you've got to work your way up somehow. Besides, it's not that bad. So far. As you wait for the cups to cool down before you carry them over to the guys, you suddenly hear someone clear their throat very loudly.

"Holy sh...it balls!" you call out, shoulders tensing as you look behind you only to see Rhiannon, your new co-worker, standing right behind you with a tight-lipped smile on her face. She leaves absolutely no personal space between you two, and if you were holding the cups of coffee, you surely would've spilled it all over her. "Uh, hey. Did you need something?"

"You said something about your mate picking up your testosterone since you couldn't. I thought I could pick it up for you," she says, smiling forcefully at you. She tries not to sound so eager and plays it cool. "I-I mean, I'm on lunch right now and I heard the pharmacy name; just happens to be right by where I'm getting food, hah, so..."

A lie. Her lunch, a peanut and banana sandwich, is already in her bag on her desk. She just needs an excuse to go out and touch that testosterone bottle. The thought alone makes her panties cream, and she has to put all her weight on her other foot as she feels her knees start to wobble. Ever since she found out you were trans, she's become obsessed. She even followed you home the other day. She'd never done that before unless she was planning on killing someone. She really likes you.

"Oh, uh, if it's no trouble then sure," you mutter, wondering why she's being so nice. She did assume you were trying to take her job as Junior Reporter on your first day here and was a bit harsh about it. Maybe she's trying to make amends.

"It'snotroubleatall!" she blurts out, once again giving you a firm smile. "I'll even pay for it, don't worry."