<strong>Conclusion for Prologue</strong><br/><br/><em>Despite the public transformation of Eiji, and swiftly rising popularity of the Youtube videos of that particular transformation, Eiji and Aimee managed to flee the scene safely. Witness reports and physical evidence later indicated that the pair rushed into an empty tent followed by a getaway through a service entrance, where the door lock had been literally melted out of the doorframe. <br/><br/>Further investigation would surely follow. For now, the two of them were on the move. Their identities had not been confirmed, either. Meanwhile, a large corporation received a word that one of their trademarks might be infringed.<br/><br/><strong>No Advancement at this time.</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>Chapter 1</strong><br/><br/>The rush to the car had been surprisingly uneventful, but the drive back to Aimee's place lead to Eiji being told loudly to sit down, where as Aimee was leaned over her chest of outfits, the old styled chest suitably impressive and spacy to hold quite a lot at the bed's end. Unfortunately, it wasn't making Aimee's job any easier at finding the outfit she wanted.<br/><br/>"I am serious, you'd make a really great Jasmine, or even<em>evil Jasmine</em>if you prefer to dress in red." She smirked and looked up, her bent over form showing her rounded buttocks well. "And lighten up, we got away from there, and all should be fine. We hadn't signed in so they might not know who we were anyway." She winked. At least the transformation didn't occur after signing up, then his name would have been on the record already.<br/><br/>"And besides, how many are going to watch the videos of your transformation?" She asked this in a light tone, trying to not make a big deal out of it.<br/><br/>It was hard not to though, given how his video had, in 30 minutes, received almost<em>two hundred thousand views</em>on Youtube.