This choice: Accept and become Cassie • Go Back...Chapter #17(F)enomenal Bodies to Impersonate by: Nostrum   You’re standing before Cassie’s deflated skin with the angriest boner you’ve ever had. Your body shivers with excitement, because you were practically begged to do this.
Hell, the voice on your mind screams and giggles. We even got the Feds’ permission! Fuck yeah!
Of course, that boner’s not yours, and the reason it’s so raging is because Quentin’s own emotions are connected to yours. And just looking at Cassie’s bouncy, perky breasts triggers another spasm on your penis, which looking at Quentin’s ugly mug can’t kill.
Alright – so Quentin isn’t that “ugly”, but he’s not even average. He’s a lanky white guy with short, side-swept ash blond hair (and the cut isn’t very flattering). His nose bulges and buttons at the tip, his face is riddled with acne pocks, and he has a small overbite that gives him a cocky pervert look. (To his credit - and you agree with him – he could do a killer Joker cosplay.)
His only saving grace – if there is one – is that his cock is big. (Or so he thinks, because his is probably an inch longer, and yours isn’t that big.) And that bulging cock will make putting on Cassie’s skin a lot harder.
Especially when you slide Quentin’s hairy legs into Cassie’s slender ones. The clinginess of Cassie’s inner skin causes his skin to struggle with yours, and you feel yours dislodging from the latter. You settle for rolling her legs like socks, then slowly pull them in. Once her legs are at groin level, you look at yourself on the mirror for a full minute and fight with Quentin’s perverted thoughts before you lodge your groin and buttocks inside hers.
It’s insane how strange it feels to have your boner disappear like magic. Stranger is how you feel like you’re wearing nothing from your waist down, even when you’re double-layered. Whether this is magic or some freaky alien shit, this defies all explanation.
Your fantastical musings are interrupted as agent Silva knocks. “You finished there yet?”
“Give me a minute or two,” you say in Quentin’s voice. It may take three, though, as Quentin has hairy arms, and the upper part is always an issue.
--
You step outside, hoping you could wear something showier. The jeans are nice, but the turtleneck sweater?
“Barbie’s gonna suspect from the get-go,” you say, because you rarely wear sweaters – only on cold weather, and you complement that with a scarf and gloves and heavy woolen boots. “Gotta distract her with my titties, y’know.”
“Those aren’t your ‘titties’, y’know.” Ashley’s pissed at your behavior, but you – well, Quentin, but you’re already in character – feel emboldened by having agent Silva around.
“Ms. Wright, for the time being, they’re his.” She then turns at you, slapping your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you should taunt her while being here, though.”
“If I don’t,” you rebut, “how am I gonna prove I can fool ‘em?” You waggle your eyebrow, then show off by hitting on agent Silva. “Say... you swing for the other team? ‘Cos I scored with a Latina before, and...” You check on her ass – petite for a Latin-American woman, but tight and bubbly. “...you gals got fire on your soul.”
“I can’t believe this...” Ashley storms away, and you quickly follow her, drowning Quentin’s emotions to reach her.
“Ashley!”
“What!?” she howls, and you shiver. (You feel Cassie got chewed out a bit too much and that seems to have rubbed on you.)
“I know I’m overacting, but trust me – I wouldn’t try to harm Cassie.”
“Yeah, figures. I wouldn’t do the same either.” Her scowl turns into a sneer, and she approaches you slowly. “Next time, kid, don’t forget your mission.”
You’re left baffled as you look at agent Silva, who mocks you as she speaks to Ashley. “Told you that you’d catch him like that.”
“Bwuh?”
Ashley approaches you with a sassy look, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Agent Silva told me to act like a federal agent to spook you. Did I pull it off?”
“Um...” (The low, menacing tone didn’t help.) “Uh... Sorta.”
“David, I know you were trying to show off, but this isn’t a game. I suppose they told you, right?”
“Told me what?” It doesn’t take you too long to figure it out. “About the pens?”
“Yes. I’m gonna have it harder – I need to think and act as someone I don’t even know.”
You look at agent Silva, puzzled. “You mean, she’s coming with us?”
“Specifically, she’s going with you. You’ll do all the talking while dealing with miss Barbara Wright. Miss Ashley will try to act as support, letting her think you succeeded in turning her. We’ll have some units as back-up.”
“And what do you want us to do?”
“We need you to use the pens on her.” Your blood freezes as agent Silva briefs you. “We must replace Barbara before making our move on Mrs. Wright – she won’t suspect if all three daughters move against her. You need to do this as inconspicuous as possible, though – can’t have Barbara trigger Mrs. Wright.”
“But...” You feel a lone drop of sweat from your forehead, which startles you. (Mostly because, wearing two skins, you logically shouldn’t.) “How am I supposed to do this without training?”
“For one, stop treating this as a game.” Ashley’s rebuke is fierce – she really doesn’t want you playing with her sister.
“I believe you now understand why we made you sign that waiver, David. One mistake could ruin everything. As for how – we only need Barbara to believe you are Quentin Vossler passing off as Cassandra Wright. This is a confidence con, to be exact.”
“Basically, we’ve gotta make her believe I was turned, then get her to a point where we can turn her into...” You see her hesitate; she’s not taking it easily. “...into skin without anyone suspecting.”
“You’ll have some backup – agents Miller and Diaz will go undercover. They’ll act if something goes wrong. Try not to let Barbara near a phone or anything that may look like a communication device, and try to be with her at all times – we can’t let her escape.”
“Yeah, I know. We can catch her on her apartment, I guess.”
“Apartment?” Ashley asks.
“I’m going from what Quentin’s telling me. She’s got an apartment downtown – spiffy one, but not a suite. Enough to be paid with a pharmacist’s salary. You see... Mom wants us to live in modesty. Nothing to bring any suspicion.”
“Not enough to make us suspect,” Agent Silva points out.
“Maybe, but if Mom hasn’t figured it out, it must’ve been something she wasn’t aware of. We shouldn’t get her on her job – she's got guards around, and I don’t know if they’re actual guards or Mom’s goons.”
“What do you mean you don’t?” Ashley barks.
“I know where she works, I’ve been inside, and I’ve seen some of the guys guarding the gents that Mom deals with there sometimes. That’s all I know – Mom doesn’t want me noseying up to Barbie’s business.” You sit down, fiddling with your fingers – something Quentin often does when thinking. “Now that I'm thinking about it, Ash can’t come with me.”
“Why?”
“Mom’s gotta know first. Barbie’s gonna suspect if she sees us before Mom does. Which means...” Your nerves take over, and your voice loses Cassie’s energetic optimism. “...I gotta do this solo.”
“I agree.” You’re startled by agent Silva’s evaluation. “David, pay a visit to Barbara’s apartment. You’ll have one of the pens; we’ll keep the others. Try to take out her land line and her cellphone – and keep an eye on anything suspicious. Once you feel you have an opportunity, use the pen and contact us.”
You look at Ashley, knowing this must be hard for her. “You’re okay with this?”
“If it means saving my sister...” She nods, almost to the point of tears. “David, I trust you.”
You feel someone else could comfort her, and you let her do the talking. “Don’t worry, Ash. Barbie’s gonna be right as rain in no time!”
--
You probably figured why the FBI got a clue on Barbara, because the complex she’s living in is anything but modest. (Alright – so it’s not a skyscraper like in Los Angeles or New York, with glass windows or so, but it’s no walk-up and it’s in the middle of downtown.)
Cassie often drops uninvited, so you do the same thing. You stand at the intercom, buzzing into her number until a voice answers. “Cassie, is that you?”
“C’mon - can’t I visit my favorite bitch?”
You hear a long sigh, and you can imagine her eyes rolling. “Why are you here anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be...?” You hear a little static as Barbara thinks. “Get in.” You hear the buzz and slide in.
Obviously, Barbara’s going to ask you about your “mission” to get Ashley, but you got a good excuse. You’re psyching up to play your part, which shouldn’t be hard since it’s becoming easier as the hours pass.
For example, after banging the door and seeing it open, you push Barbara away, slam it close with your leg and grab her rear. “Heeeey, babygirl!”
“Tell me you didn’t fuck it up.”
“What?” you overact. “Me?” You chuckle a bit. “Nah. Ash’s on her way – was helping her acquaint. Fucker didn’t wanna leave the walrus he was hiding in – though, that old bitch has a bigger ass than Mom, so...”
“And?” she asks in a cold, professional tone that Cassie finds a bit too exaggerate. “Shouldn’t you be with Mom then?”
“Yeah, but don’t you wanna see Ashie too?” You grab her arm and lead her inside. “Figured I could check on you first, then bring you in.”
“I guess. Let me prep up.”
You're inside and Barbara seems to trust you, but you need a distraction. You could talk to her, but that entails a risk. She’d be more vulnerable in bed – “Barbara” isn’t above some incestuous fun – but you could do so as well.
But you could play to “her” one weakness. What if you convinced Ross to take off Barbara to play with her?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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