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SRU: Catwalk comeback By MTG 15th August 2002 Well, a month before heading back to South Bank University to complete my Computing degree, I was in the Bentalls centre in Kingston shopping for bits and pieces so I would be ready when term started in about a month's time. After my quite literally 'out of this world' year I had already been itching to get back to normality after April - post the events of July I couldn't wait for term to start - with Steve having already completed his Journalism degree I didn't want to hang around in getting a decently paid job that I could actually tell people about! Anyway I turned the corner to where WH Smith was - and next door to it found some new place called Spells R Us - now I hadn't been in the Bentalls Centre for a while but I'd have thought that I'd have heard about a new place called Spells R Us starting up - an ad at least - then again it didn't look like the sort of place that wanted such attention - though that was eye catching in itself - it looked at least fifty years older than the rest of the shopping centre. Don't ask me why I decided to check this place out - maybe just to see what sort of nutcase ran this place - hey it would be an icebreaker at least. There was only one person inside - an Albus Dumbledore look-alike complete with the costume. He spoke first. "Rick - I'm pleased to meet you at last." The guy's accent was similar to Dumbledore with a slight American twang - suggesting that he'd spent some time there at least. That wasn't a big deal - the thing that bugged me was that he knew my name - I've never hit the headlines anywhere to the best of my knowledge but this guy clearly knew me. I could guess the reason but in all honesty I was hoping that I was wrong. "Who the hell are you?" I asked. I was counting on... well I don't know what I was counting on. "I am a wizard - and I have a job for you." he replied Now that confirmed my suspicions - the wizard line was certainly bullshit but I had a damn good idea as to what he meant by 'job'. And I didn't want to go back there. I had avoided jail two years previously only due to Reg Porter's arrogance and having come bloody close to losing my best mate just the previous month I had no plans in getting mixed up in anything else for the time being! Only question was how did he know about me? I knew only too well about the Stargate conspiracy theorists but how did I know that there weren't the-fall-of-the-AHA conspiracy sites as well! Maybe the two groups hung out together. If I was lucky, he only knew about my earlier work - worst case scenario he knew everything - and it would be tricky to back out of that! I decided to try and bluff my way out. "The AHA incident was a one off and it was two years ago." He just chuckled. "It was supposed to be wasn't it - but a year later you bumped into SG1 planning the downfall of Shu in a pub called The Fishermen in Teddington - you went on to get involved in their effort which led to Shu's death. Your effort led to you getting recruited by the Tok'ra, paired with a symbiote called Seng'ok but based at the SGC - this was until January of this year when you were transferred to the Tok'ra homeworld due to shall we say a disagreement with a Lt Colonel Simone Granger. By April you got bored with life off-world, quit the Tok'ra and returned to the UK!" He continued, "Story's not over yet though - in July General Hammond wanted you to go to Munich - to discredit a German group called Gegenspass that threatened to expose the Stargate program - you pulled that off only to find that the German's source was your best friend Steve Adams, who was by then on the run from an NID assassin - rushing to London you managed to cripple said assassin by 'kneecapping' him! End of story so far! And the wizard line isn't bullshit!" he smirked. Whatever! I had to give the guy credit though - he had done his homework. "You seem quite familiar with the SGC." I commented. "I have my reasons to keep my eye on events there." he said keeping his cards close to his chest. "Well as you know - I have my reasons for walking out of here. Goodbye/" "You're walking away from ?1300 and no one can touch you for it/" I stopped. ?1300 would be very useful in terms of University funding. It was also the most that I'd ever been offered for a single job. The only money that I'd got out of the AHA incident was my salary for my two weeks working as Frank Stevens. The USAF had given me a regular wage as a computer operator and I got ?1000 out of Hammond for the Gegenspass op but that cheque hadn't arrived yet. So I was interested in this offer. But not sold yet. "That's quite an offer, but I don't know who you are and I don't know what the job is." "I am a wizard..." I wasn't impressed "Got a name." "What's in a name?" "I like to know who I'm working for." "Very well, you may call me Albus Dumbledore." "Don't take the piss." "The story of my name is a long one." A wry grin. "I don't want a story, I want a name." He sighed, "Why do you need to know my name? Most of my non magic using friends simply call me the Wizard!" "Dumbledore it is." I gave in reluctantly. "Okay." 'Dumbledore' continued, "As for the offer well, I have a story which you may or may not believe - if you listen to this story you will get ?100. That's ?100 to listen to a story that may well be bullshit! If you accept the assignment I'll add in ?200. If you complete the assignment I'll add in ?1000 making ?1300 in total. Now do you want to hear my story?" I wasn't impressed but thought, 'What the hell, nothing to lose.' "All righ.t" I answered "Right." Dumbledore started "Do you remember the name Sheila Grant?" "Sheila Grant... hang on... wasn't she that model that went missing a couple of years back?" "Correct - now have you heard that in January this year Sheila turned up at her parents house alive and well?" By the end of that month I had started living on another planet. "Nope!" I replied. "Well, now you have to stretch your imagination a bit. Would you believe that Sheila spent two years, from January 2000 to January 2002 as a man?" "I'm sorry, but... if I'm correct... there is just no way that that... femininity could be hidden... she couldn't have lasted two years!" "I presume I should take that as a compliment." said a demure female voice. Said female had long black hair, plain white t-shirt, blue jeans and looked vaguely familiar... and very attractive. "Uh... Sheila?" I enquired tentatively. "Yes?" "Is this guy telling the truth?" I pointed to the wizard. "He is!" Sheila replied "And if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be wanting to get into my panties!" I blushed "How?" She smirked, "Is that how can you get into my panties or..." 'Don't tempt me.' "No, how did you manage to spend two years as a man." "In a word, magic." "In more than a word?" Sheila composed herself. "20th January 2000, I was doing my first fashion show - the outfit I was wearing was a quite short green dress. - not too revealing but... you know!" She giggled. Then paused. Then continued. "Anyway, backstage I met this old man. He said he had a modelling agency of his own, was very impressed with me and was offering more money than I was getting at the time. Should have guessed it would be too good to be true." She continued, "Turned out, the guy was older than he looked." "How old?" I asked. I couldn't see this guy being Goa'uld but I wanted to measure him up. "Well," she started, "he said he served in Cromwell's army during the Civil War." "Serious? That puts him at over 350 years old at least!" I replied. "I suppose. Anyway, he invited me to this 'facility' he had. Turned out to be what looked like a laboratory of some sort - quite an old fashioned one though." "As old fashioned as this shop let's say." Dumbledore interrupted. "And that's when he told me he was a wizard, and how old she was." She said matter of factly. "And told me I was an affront to decency, and told me I'd burn in hell." She continued in a similar vein. "And told me that hell started now." Sheila started breaking up at that point "He then ripped off all my clothes - I was just frozen... not by magic... at least I think not... and I thought I was going to be raped." Her speech was speeding up "But instead he gave me these clothes..." she was starting to calm down now. "Men's clothes." She was matter of fact again. "Shirt, tie, trousers, office workers clothes, you know. Including underwear." She started to fall apart again at that point - her voice speeding up again. "He told me to put them on... I said they wouldn't fit... he told me a second time... I put them on... Rick... do you know... what it's like... to feel yourself changing... to something you don't know... do you know... what it's like... to feel yourself... f-f-fading away?" At this point she collapsed on my shoulders, sobbing her heart out. I felt for her. But there were some answers I still needed. "What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked Dumbledore with Sheila still on my shoulders. "I know what this particular wizard, his name is Randall Fenard, has done. I don't believe for one moment that Sheila's identity is the only one he erased but it's his word against mine. I can bring him to justice, but I'll need your help to get proof of what he's done." "Why me?" I asked. "Because I know the 'professionals' wouldn't believe anything this far-fetched. You've dealt with aliens before, who posed as mythological Gods. Why not magic?" Point taken. Sheila had stopped crying. "I'll think about it." I replied. "Come back tomorrow and tell me your decision." He requested. "You've already got ?100 in the bank. By the way, something else you might want to take into account. I've already set up a cover for you. Your name will be Rachel Fredericks." "Hang on..." I realised the implications of that statement. "You mean..." "You will be transformed into a young woman, a fashion model about your age named Rachel Fredericks, if you accept that is." he replied matter of factly. "See you tomorrow." 16th August 2002 4:30pm The first thing I'd done when I got home the previous day was check my bank balance on the Internet. It said ?100 just got transferred into my bank account - source unknown. Next question: Do I go for this? Certainly it was a very unusual offer. But not the first that had come my way and I'd accepted that one. But the stakes involved were a lot higher then. What was involved here? A puritan wizard has erased at least one fashion model's identity, possibly more. Another wizard has managed to bring back the first model and is offering ?1300 if I can take the first guy down. Very nice money. Add to the fact that this op does not look dodgy in any way, unlike my trip to Munich. And as Dumbledore said at the beginning of our meeting, no one would be able to touch me for it. The reason no one would be able to touch me - I would be transformed into a woman for the assignment. All I had to do to keep my cover tight was not change near security cameras. Could I handle being female for this job? Would it matter? Effectively this was the chance of a lifetime. So I had told my parents that I was planning to hook up with some old mates from Uni for a holiday in Cornwall. And now I was back in the Bentalls centre looking for Spells R Us. At least I knew where to look. "Dumbledore." I announced once inside. "Sign me up." "Good to hear it Rick." was the reply as the wizard handed me a box. "What's in here?" I asked. "Suitable attire for Rachel and let's say a little drink that'll bring her to life. I suggest you change clothes before drinking." I noticed Sheila was also around. "Er... I'm going to need somewhere private to er... change." "Come round mine." the full time model replied "Girly night in." she smirked. 'This could be some night.' I thought. 8pm Sheila currently lived in Croydon, and as she wasn't able to get her boyfriend back after two years out of existence - was playing the singles game. We'd just finished off some takeaway pizza we'd ordered in. "Fancy opening your gift?" Sheila enquired. "Wasn't planning to just yet." Hey! Why not? She giggled. "Hey, I was hoping to take my new girlfriend out for a drink tonight. All the pubs will be shut if she doesn't turn up soon." She pleaded. "And I think you'll need the weekend to take care of some things." I didn't fancy saying no to that tone of voice. I'd have to see what sort of luck I could get when this was over. I took the box upstairs to what would be my room at least for tonight. In it was the following: a pair of platform shoes, stockings, black panties and bra. Orange skirt, and a white sleeveless top with a zip up the back. And a vial of red liquid. So I stripped off my jeans, shirt, pants and socks. What was the weirdest thing about the next few minutes? Not sure. Was it slipping on those black panties for the first time? The bra was certainly impossible. After that the other garments didn't feel overly unreal. And the red liquid didn't taste of much at all. The first thing I actually felt was myself shrinking slightly and seemingly freezing in place. The next thing I actually felt but my butt seemingly swelling and what felt like my dick gradually going backwards, backwards... ...this buzz moved on upwards as my stomach started to tuck inwards and my nipples swelled. "How are you getting on?" I heard Sheila yell. "Just getting my tits out." That voice wasn't mine. Or at least not Rick's. But those were my tits filling up my top. And I was fast becoming Rachel. I felt my hair grow down my back. My eyes closed for a second. Then opened again. And I collapsed on the bed as I became unfrozen and lost my balance. Sheila entered the room with a mirror, which she placed in front of me. "What do you think, Rachel?" she asked. Rachel Fredericks was a red-hot redhead. No one could possibly meet her and say she was any male part of her I started to wonder whether wizards could be seduced, which slightly scared me. And I had never felt so invincible in my life. "Bring it on." was my simple reply. 9pm First things first. One thing that this body was not going to be able to handle was beer. According to Sheila anyway. Not if my new body was going to stay in shape. So she made sure she bought the first round. Two white wines. Guess there's no such thing as a free lunch. Anyway this time out at a local bar gave Sheila the opportunity for some further briefing on the assignment and things connected to it. We were talking softly but loud enough to hear ourselves over the music that was playing. "The wizard... Dumbledore... whatever you want to call him has placed you at Solaire Fabrics. You start there on Monday." Today was Saturday. "So then what?" "You get yourself on to the catwalk. Whatever it takes." She smirked. "Fenard seems to attend pretty much anything on the fashion circuit. Get yourself in something tasty and you're going to come across him backstage." "No worries. What next?" "Let me know. We'll meet up and I'll give you some kind of microphone Dumbledore fixed up." Get the info, get out of there. Easy. "If this goes to shit, what happens?" "Dumbledore gave me some stuff that'll turn you back to Rick and I've still got his clothes at my place. You move into your new flat Sunday evening." "Till then?" "We gotta get you some new clothes girlfriend as well as make up, haircare and all the rest, so we're going shopping tomorrow." "So this is the only set of clothes I've got?" "Don't worry, you can borrow some of mine for tomorrow, on one condition." "What?" "What do you think we're doing right now?" Sheila asked coyly. "Officially... dunno." "Girl talk." she smirked. "The barman of this place is kinda hunky don'tcha think? Why don't you wrap him round your sexy little finger and get yourself a free drink." she giggled. "Come on Rachel." "You serious?" I asked stunned. "Guy's going to be luckier than Rick was." "Hey, I don't know what Rick's MO is like but you got some pretty hot weaponry there. Let's see if you can use it." "What makes you think I'll need that weaponry?" "Would be a shame not to be able to use it when it's needed." "I expect to be paid back." Was my final comment before standing up. This was going to be interesting. Whatever my other skills, I was certainly not James Bond in the seduction department - or at least Rick wasn't. But then again, given the job coming up, testing out my 'new weaponry' wasn't such a bad idea. First I walked to the jukebox, and got some money out of my new purse to order up a tune. Then I went to the bar. The music kicked in. Baby, can you handle this Baby, can you handle this Baby can you handle this I don't think you can handle this "You off duty at the moment?" I asked sweetly. My target was near the edge of the bar. The edge of the bar was hinged open and I pulled him through the gap. He didn't complain. We danced, hands always holding, spinning each other around, bodies close. Him grinning, heck I was having a blast myself. The track ended. "Hey you're good." I grinned, "Could you get me another white wine?" "That'll be ?1.70." he replied. I don't know how exactly the next thing happened. I grabbed him and we dipped, hard, his back pressed on to the bar, my tits pressed on to his chest, my lips locked on to his and I stuck my tongue down his throat. The whole place ooohed, aahed and wolfwhistled as one. I let go. "I'll get your wine." the guy said, thoroughly satisfied. After collecting the wine, I returned to a beaming Sheila. "Now how was that?" she asked. "Cool." I replied. "Now what's the odds on him getting into your panties?" My glare answered that question. I finished my wine and we left the bar. 18th August 2002 Showtime. Solaire Fabrics, Camden. White d?cor, air conditioned. Dressed casual, dressed cool, I was not looking to fuck the guy at reception who probably thought he was in heaven. "Hi, name's Rachel Fredericks, I believe I'm expected." He picked up the phone. "Mrs. Samuels, Rachel Fredericks has just arrived." Joan Samuels headed Solaire. The receptionist hung up. "Mrs Samuels will be down in a minute," he stated. "Thanks." I replied coolly then smirked. "By the way, dry off, I'm taken." Later "Pleasure to meet you Rachel." Joan Samuels shook my hand. "So, when's the show?" "The show, is next Monday." "So why am I here?" "To prove yourself." "My... agent didn't tell me I'd need to prove myself." "Your agent was very na?ve then. When a model is offered from an unknown agency like Cjlendra, it is Solaire policy to make sure we are not being taken for a ride." "What sort of ride?" "A financial ride." 'Dumbledore should have warned me about this.' I thought. "You should have taken this problem up with Cjlendra." was what I told Samuels. "And what fun would that be?" This sounded illegal as fuck. Joan beckoned a blonde into the office. "Rachel, meet Claire Baldock, one of our more experienced models. Claire, watch out for Rachel, she's a little wet behind the ears." Joan was like Reg Porter only female. "Pleased to meet you Claire." I shook her hand coldly. "So what's going on?" "Over the next week Rachel, you get to strut your stuff, if you look up to it Rachel, you're in for Monday, otherwise, Claire will step in and Cjelendra will have to pay up for faulty goods." "If you'll excuse me ladies I have to inform Cjelendra of this development." I phoned Sheila up on my mobile. "Sheila, it's Rachel." I started. "I've got a problem here." "What?" she replied. "Solaire wants to give me a weeks testing, before putting me on the show." "They can't do that." "Thought as much. Any ideas?" "I'll see if Dumbledore can do anything, just see the day out." "Thanks." I replied before hanging up. 2pm So - here I was, the plan having gone to shit - and my 'weaponry' would be of limited use. In the blonde corner Claire Baldock, one of the more 'experienced models'. In the redhead corner, Rachel Fredericks, rookie model - really Rick Francis - mercenary, spy, vigilante... well fashion model certainly wasn't one of them. But then again neither were seductress and the scene and the bar on Saturday night suggested that Rachel might, in part have a mind of her own. I was certainly going to need her help now. Claire and I were in separate dressing rooms, being given a selection of different outfits to wear: Underwear, swimwear, street clothes, loose dresses, tighter outfits. Aim: to see which one of us 'came across' better. Reason? Fuck knows! "Ready?" Claire was taunting outside my dressing room. I opened the door in my black ribbed t-shirts and relatively tight jeans. "What do you think" I smiled sweetly. "Like a rookie." she replied dismissively. "Let's go." I was first up - this was definitely going to be the easiest round. Smooth on, smooth off. Didn't feel like making much effort, which turned out to be my mistake. Claire, in her short cut white tee and blue denim skirt just seemed a little bit smoother, more natural. Next up was swimwear and I was up first and I decided it was worth switching into seductress mode. 90 degree turn, toss back the hair, face front cheeky little smile. Claire tried copying my moves but just burst out into a fit of giggles. Underwear: Classic seduction territory and I was on a roll. Bend low, show off the cleavage, give the invisible cameraman an air smooch. Justine's glare suggested that I had taken it too far though. She seemed to be happy with Claire having a second go at my swimwear moves and adding a cute little ass wiggle though. This presented a problem. I seemed to have got the hang of seduction but didn't have much else in my arsenal that would be of use here. So I walked up the catwalk in a black frilly dress and back down again - it turned out to be a replay of round one. So here we were dressed up like whores in tight leather numbers, stockings and high heels. Was this going to be a seduction contest? It was going to be bloody uncomfortable anyway! So out go I, trying to stay balanced on these things, trying to keep moving... taking small steps... gotta do something... soon everyone had to get out of the way... ...well I had hoped not to trip up! "Someone call an ambulance," Justine muttered unsympathetically. "Don't worry..." I said as I got myself up. "Claire, you've got the job." Justine called up. The pitch of my voice went up a notch. "Why should she? This job was supposed to be mine. The only reason I tolerated your bullshit was because I couldn't get legal advice till the end of the day." "Our procedures are none of your business." I landed a punch on her and now she hit the deck. "GET OUT." she screamed! I happily did so and called Sheila once outside. "Oh, Rachel..." she started. "You won't need to call me Rachel much longer." I replied bitterly. "I lost the job." 19th August 2002 10am "How the hell did Fenard see me coming?" I was Rick again, in a Spells R Us branch in Croydon with Sheila and a certain wizard that needed to explain himself. "I don't know." Dumbledore muttered, "I underestimated him." "In what way?" "He must have found some way to detect my plans alter the minds of the Solaire head honchos." "How?" "I was able to find you when I searched this world for someone who could assist me against Fenard, maybe he his eye out for any possible threats." "In other words, I'd best take the ?300 and run." "Not at all." Dumbledore replied. "I know a spell that'll make the magic on you undetectable. This time you will be invincible." "Look Dumbledore, Solaire won't let Rachel Fredericks touch their next shoot with a ten foot barge pole." "Nor will she, there are other models and other companies." I sighed, "What's her name?" "Rashine Felson. I've got a similar package set up for her as Rachel had." "Two grand." I stated. He needed me more than I needed him. "Oh..." replied Dumbledore with a chuckle. "I thought you'd ask for more money - not a problem. Money never is." "Okay then... I'll give it another try." I shook his hand. "But if this goes to shit... hire someone else." 2pm "I appreciate you doing this again." Sheila commented as we returned to her place. "Yeah well..." well you try looking into eyes like that without getting tongue-tied. "You did it for me didn't you?" I found my voice again. "What do you mean?" She just grabbed me in what was effectively a replay of the move Rachel pulled on that guy in the bar on Saturday. Our lips felt like they'd never let go. When they finally did let go it was her who spoke. "You can't resist me can you?" "No." I replied with a grin before our lips met again. I soon found ourselves moving upstairs. She shut her bedroom door behind us, pulled away for a minutes and soon had her tits out. "You've earned this." she whispered before our bodies came together one last time. It wasn't a long time before we were naked. It was a long time before we moved. 4pm We'd just been lying in bed for a while when I eventually got up. "Sheila?" "Umm..." "Do you know where Rashine's 'kit' is?" "Already?" "Why not?" "It's downstairs." I went down to get the 'kit'. The only part I was planning to use for the time being was the actual liquid itself. I'd put the clothes on after I showered. I'd drink the liquid while I was showering - therefore I wouldn't have the unreality of wearing female clothes while male. Changing while naked seemed to be more natural - as natural as magic could get anyway. So I stripped, then turned on the water, when it was hot enough, I stepped inside carrying the red liquid. Bottoms up! It wasn't long before I felt the familiar buzz of the transformation beginning. I decided to close my eyes and just go with the flow. When my... Rashine's... well I was becoming Rashine so they were pretty much my tits swelling... I noticed one difference... I wasn't frozen into position like last time. So I cupped my still growing tits with my hands and then opened my eyes to take a look at what was happening. And noticed something weird. My usually fair skin was now a light brown, and slowly getting darker. Was Rashine Felson a black girl? Well, it was one way to make sure her and Rachel Fredericks weren't confused with each other! My hair fell down my smooth back and what persona there was of Rashine soon made itself apparent. I strode gracefully out of the shower, did a partial twirl, blew a kiss at the mirror and folded my arms across my chest. Like a Naomi Campbell picture I saw once. Rashine Felson, queen of the catwalk. "Take a look at this." I called out to Sheila. 20th August 2002 11am The company was Flamnoir and all I knew was that, yes I was definitely going to get on the catwalk. And it was going to be an indoor shoot. I entered the building that the shoot was going to take place in and was greeted by Felicity Sheena the company's head "Welcome to Flamnoir!" "Thanks!" I grinned back "So what have you got me to wear?" "Well, we've started a new khaki range which we're hoping to advertise. You ever modelled khaki before?" "It's my first shoot." I grinned nervously. "Don't worry - it's an ensemble piece anyway." Later There were five of us. I was the only black girl. The other four were Cindy, who I had down as a stereotypical blonde bimbo, complete with freakishly large tits and from what the other girls told me, could get so horny she could possibly have been better suited as a whore. Martina, a dark haired fun girl who reminded me a bit of Sheila looks wise. Enjoyed 'playing' with the opposite sex and had no plans for a stable relationship. Maxine, a no-nonsense wisecracking redhead who there were rumours of being ex-Army. And Sharon. Had 'girl next door' looks, wouldn't really stand out for any particular reason but like all of us, wouldn't have trouble getting herself a man (in fact she was the only one out of all of us who was in a stable relationship). 'Khaki range' was a loose term for what we were wearing. Low cut khaki tops with tight leather skirts. Ahead of us was a jungle scene, which we were supposed to break into 'like we meant business'. On the stage, we knew was a jungle scene of sorts. Stereotypical jungle drums were playing in the background. Then a new track came on: Oxide and Neutrino, Devil's Nightmare. Showtime! First up was Martina, then Sharon, then Maxine, then... me. We were planning to line up in a star pattern, Martina front left, Sharon front right and Maxine in the centre. I took up my position on the rear-left corner of the stage, struck a pose with a flirtatious look in my eye and my butt pushed out but was now wishing I still had Rachel's seductress skills. I may or may not have gotten Fenard's attention - if he was in the audience. I definitely needed to mention that problem to Dumbledore. Finally came Cindy. She came on like Rachel in absolute heat, strutting between Maxine and Sharon, showing off cleavage and tail for as long as she possibly could before giving the audience a long air smooch and eventually assuming her position alongside me. Now I know where the whore references had come from. A voice came over the tannoy. "Flamnoir, hitting hard at the centre of fashion." The audience, all made up of fashion press, applauded, we left the stage in single file. Later on, we were all back in regular clothes and certain voice stood out. A Roger Moore soundalike. "Good day." It was not addressed to me though and it was Cindy who answered. "Uh... good day!" "I don't believe we've met, my name is Randall Fenard." "Pleased to meet you Mr Fenard." Cindy replied in her high- pitched voice. I took a peak at Fenard while I worked out some possible tactics. Grey hair, beard, not quite Gandulf but as near as possible lookswise without standing out like a sore thumb. He continued. "I've got my own agency, and I'm always on the look out for new talent." "Well I'm not that new Mr Fenard, I've done a few shoots already." "Then consider this an addition to your CV. I'll double your money." He smiled slowly, "Here's my card, do I still have your interest?" "YES." Cindy practically screamed. "Excellent. Tomorrow, at the address on the card, 11am. Then we will talk more." Exit Fenard. Time for a bit of girl talk "Hey." I placed my hand on Cindy's shoulder. "Rashine!" she squealed. "Do you know what just happened?" "Yeah I overheard your conversation with Mr Fenard." Cindy must have sensed my nerves. "And?" she asked. I lowered my voice. NO one else was around anyway. "What do you know about him?" "He owns a clothes company, called... Circulo. That's it." "Well... I've heard other stuff about him. Bad stuff." "Such as?" "Do you remember Sheila Grant?" Her face fell a bit. "Worked with her on that shoot she did, January 2000. What happened to her?" I was going to have to stretch the truth a bit here. "Randall Fenard kidnapped her. Used her as a sex slave for two years." Even nympho Cindy was shocked by that. "Did she escape?" "Yes. And that's where I come in, I'm not really a model, I'm really a... private investigator of sorts. Sheila hired me to take this guy down after the police didn't believe her story. Cindy, you'll probably be doing a great service for models everywhere if this man is put away." "What do you want?" "Fenard's business card and a set of your clothes." She soon had an idea about my plan. "Don't be silly." she giggled, "A black girl can't pose as a white girl." I grabbed her and looked her in the eyes. "I'll take care of the looks, you take care of the rest. Please! You wouldn't know who you were dealing with." She acquiesced "Okay!" 21st August 2002 10:30am This was a mistake, this was a big mistake and I wasn't sure why I was doing this. To save Cindy from effective identity death? I was now in my third female body having morphed straight from Rashine to Cindy's twin sister at SRU earlier that morning. Full credit to Dumbledore, he'd managed to do a damn good job. However Cindy had large tits. And a large libido. Which made things very uncomfortable indeed. Such traits would be of no help whatsoever in this situation. What was supposed to be the HQ for 'Circulo' Fenard's supposed modelling agency was just up the road. I had the transmission device under my arm He was waiting to greet me. "Cindy, I'm glad you've arrived - my office, this way." Sure enough, the 'office' was more like an old fashioned laboratory. "What is this place?" I asked with Cindy's wide-eyed voice. "My workshop." Fenard replied, "Cindy, have you ever heard of wizards." "Like Harry Potter?" "No... real wizards... like me!" "You're a wizard Mr Fenard? Are you going to make me into a witch?" "No... no... nothing of the sort." Fenard replied brashly. "Now, have you heard of Oliver Cromwell?" "Didn't he behead a king or something?" "Correct, and a right bastard he was as well." "Cromwell?" "No, not Cromwell." he replied with a chuckle. "He was an old friend of mine... yes we wizards do live a long time... I meant the king." "Oh... so are you wanting me to do some modelling for you?" "Oh no... I will ask you a few more questions though. Do you know what we fought for, Cromwell and I?" "No!" Fenard tutted. "We were puritans, we fought for purity. We fought against filth that was degrading to all mankind! Like you." "Me?" I was waiting for a buzz in my ear that would tell me this was over 'Come on...' "What is your purpose in life?" "Uhh..." "Exactly! You don't have one. You just show off your bosom in skimpy clothing. Now strip!" "Why?" "Strip!" "Whatcha gonna do? Rape me?" I giggled. "I'm going to give you a purpose in life." "What?" "You've not been able to make anything of your life as a woman - what if you were given the body of a man? That's it, I'm going to make you a man!" That was clearly enough for whoever was on the other end. My ear buzzed. I started running. But Fenard grabbed my new body and slammed me on the floor. He then started undressing me. It felt like I was going to get raped, in a way it was, he had me pinned down, and Cindy's body wasn't much use for fighting, and I already knew that the one spell Dumbledore didn't know how to protect me against was Fenard's morphing spell. I figured it was only a matter of time... "YAAAAARRGH!" Fenard loosened his grip and flew across the room before crashing on to his back. I got up and took a look at him. His eyes were shut. Dead? Unconscious? Trance? I didn't care. It was over. 2pm "So who do I owe a beer to?" At least I was in a body that could take beer again - mine. "I have no idea," Dumbledore replied, "but I'll tell them of your gratitude." "Well, it was certainly an unusual experience." I replied "but now this operation of ours is over. I hope the money is in the bank." "Not a problem." "Sheila?" I asked, "You want to hang out for a bit?" "I'll catch you up." she replied, "I've got to talk with the old man first." Something felt off, but I felt my probably-new girlfriend would tell me about it later on. I walked out into the Bentalls Centre. 4pm The Wizard finished replaying Rick's memory of the past six days. Memory the young man no longer had. Sheila had felt it was unfair, but he felt unsure about letting someone like Rick Francis have knowledge of the transformational properties of magic. For Rick had the spirit of a spy, and magic was the perfect disguise for a spy. While Fenard had made things uncomfortable due to his own powers, no ordinary human would be able to stop Rick if he could get hold of magical tools on a regular basis. Such invincibility would give him absolute power. And absolute power had the habit of corrupting. Rick would never receive the money either. ?1300 turning up in a student's bank account from an unknown source would raise eyebrows. But he did give Rick one last gift. A slight release of his inhibitions, to use his espionage talents - so others could call on him. The Wizard could see having someone like Rick in this world could definitely be to the world's benefit!