Undercover! ~ 8 (Conclusion)

Rob has had a lifelong dream to transition, but has always been too chicken to own up to it. Now he is married…and stuck... Then he is offered an opportunity he can’t refuse.

Part Eight: Epilogue


Undercover! ~ Part 8 (Conclusion)


I look at myself in the mirror. I am in the women’s bathroom of a non-descript ‘federal building’, waiting for my appointment time with Greg, my ‘handler’… The image that is looking back at me is without horns, there is also no tail sticking out of my skirt. I look like a beautiful red-headed vixen… My new ‘normal’ form—as long as I ‘behave’…

I look at the time on my ‘watch’. In reality, it is what sends the untraceable signal back to my ‘true’ bosses that I am ‘behaving’… Without that signal, I will turn back into a horned and tailed ‘devil-girl’ in twenty-four hours…

I sigh, it is ‘go’ time. I exit the restroom and make my way to conference room 344b. It has glass walls and several cameras and mics… It seems my performance is going to be recorded. I don’t sweat it, at all, though… My new identity has been well-programmed into me… ‘Rob’ no longer exists—I am Lil…

I smile sexily at Greg and say, “Hello, Greg. Long time no see…”
His jaw drops. He outright stares at me…almost drooling. He stutters, “R..rr..rob? I mean, Gwen?”

I smile wider and grin as I just shrug and say, “Actually, I prefer Lil, now… You like?”

He nearly falls out of his chair. He takes a deep breath and says, “Ummm…maybe we should get the business part of this over with? You sent that you had closed the case?”

I nod and give him the prepared package. I go through the ‘story’ of being transformed and what I had learned about the organization, that it just is very cutting edge and paranoid about its trade secrets being stolen. I show him the ‘evidence’ of the lone terrorist that was changed ‘without’ their knowledge… I give him the whole spiel and he swallows it hook, line, and sinker…

After two grueling hours of debrief, Greg looks at me and asks, “OK, now that we have the business piece over with, we will get to the pleasure part. Will you have dinner with me?”

I look at the balding, fat, disgusting guy that pulled me into this mess. I SO want to say, ‘HELL NO’… Instead, I say, “Greg, you naughty boy! You know I am married… But, I guess what Cindy doesn’t know won’t hurt her…”

Greg just smiles and says, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship…”

NOTE: If there is interest, Lil may show up in additional stories…



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