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"A matter of Security-Remapped Personality Disorder" By: Alias G. Eliot (c) All rights reserved Greg put the gold cross between his teeth for the thousandth time with an irritating unconscious gesture as he did his daily pushups. It was six a.m. and he was just getting started with his daily routine of sweaty, hard muscle reps. He gritted and tried to bite the impenetrable gold metal as he pushed himself to the limit of endurance. The gym was filling up and he was ready to shower and get dressed for his secret government consultant job in nearby Maryland. As he wiped the furrows of sweat off his forehead, he glanced at himself in the mirror. A reflection of a mid thirty, close cropped ex Navy Seal stared back at him. As Greg examined his hard defined abs and sharp muscle definition, he noticed the way the exquisitely detailed serpentine chain with a simple gold cross nestled between his manly pectorals. Greg could not for the life of him remember buying the necklace, just some foggy memory of an old friend giving it to him as a gift. He even suffered the scorn of his employer regarding distracting jewelry that could single him out in random photographs. He playfully started to inwardly tighten up each chest muscle mass and almost made the gold cross bounce slightly. He laughed out loud and suddenly felt time stand still and noticed a minor tremor pass through his brain. His eyesight clouded and he squinted at the mirror in disbelief. Because, for a moment he had a vision of an unbelievably beautiful woman of Franco-European features looking back at him in perfect mimicry. He caught the glint of the gold cross lovingly moving within the valley of two perfect feminine breasts protruding from a low cut blouse. The cross was swaying like a ship caught at sea between the movements of giant waves as the woman in the mirror moved side to side. He gasped and she gasped at the same time as the vision quickly faded to his male reflection, and the only thing left was a worried look in his eye. It was almost 7:30 a.m. and he was late. Greg jumped into a taxi to get to his job in an innocuous multistory building just outside the Washington City limits. As his cell phone rang, he started to quickly forget the strange events of the morning. Greg was top of his form in the elite Navy Seal program when he was searched out and recruited for some important government work of the highest nature. The commission had deep roots within Congress and Administration. The goal was protecting homeland security by infiltrating foreign initiatives bent on stealing technology to be used against us. It was a shock to his superiors when Greg asked for and received a quick discharge from the Military service. Almost as surprising was the fact that Greg married a young Intern from the nearby Washington National Institute of Health. It all fit within the 'plan'. He appeared to all outward appearances as a Washington 'D.I.N.K.'-Dual Income No Kids. His wife Colleen originated from an old established Virginia family. She was brought up with strict and exhaustive goals to become a Dr. with no other option. Colleen could only remember studying her whole life and missing most of the social events that a beautiful young woman enjoys. It was with exaggerated relief that she obtained the NIH job and allowed herself to be pursued by the handsome, slightly older ex Navy Seal. Colleen was proud of her trim svelte body with her tiny waist and over endowed double-D mammaries which always seemed to be in constant nipple erection. She could wear a tight skirt with a cashmere sweater top and almost cause a traffic collision as she naturally walked to work each day from her nearby apartment. She did not realize the full effect she had with the opposite sex when it came to her natural feline grace and classic features. It was almost too easy for Greg to plot the seduction and ultimate engagement to Colleen. For all her intelligence and studies, it was remarkable how vulnerable she was in the ways of love. Greg thought, "It certainly helped for the Agency to create the pathways to her heart by deliberate 'accidental' meetings and opportunities provided by mysterious directives from high in the NIH administration. They were soon married and Greg enjoyed the sex but felt callous for the fact that he truly did not love her. "My duty goes to my country first, and then I can fix my home life later," he mused. It was only recently that Colleen was getting very irritated by the constant absence of her husband because of his frequent 'honorable duties' called upon by his former military commanders. He would be gone for weeks at a time with his new job and pleaded with her not to mention to any friends that he was gone because of special circumstances. She did not understand it and became more engrossed with her work. There was always more than enough overtime to be had doing medical research. She felt frustrated that she was a young woman that had needs and that life was drastically different than she imagined during the courting process. Later that week, Greg received an email with the tiny imperceptible United States flag icon in the bottom of the message. The email was heavily encrypted and Greg knew the drill. He transferred the email into his PDA and erased the computer message to the best of his ability knowing full well that copies of it would be on the other backup servers. "Doesn't matter, since the agency was using a new self morphing neural encryption method based on theories that were way beyond him," Greg thought. The message read:Agent Greg Smith, this message has the usual time destruction method used with this particular PDA. Please read in haste and commit to memory! Your country needs the assistance of your capable investigation and stealth skills. We have isolated a foreign operative that has been compromised by the Chinese technical government triad. As you know, the Chinese have successfully combined their able computer efforts while tinkering with illegal human subjects. We believe that they have developed a successful external brain wave analyzer that could translate brain synapse patterns into real time verbal translation. In other words, we have evidence that they have completed the first miniature thought analyzer. If this were true, it would jeopardize many of the highly sensitive political initiatives constructed for world peace. Your subject is a highly trained ex KGB graduate born and raised in Marseille, France. Her name is Marissa Collet. She attended Yale and got her graduate degree in psychology and political science. She is extremely capable and never should be taken for granted. We have prepared a short profile in this electronic message. Details will follow. It is your goal to infiltrate her social world and quickly determine the facts in order for us to proceed to the next step- possible assassination. You should either capture or destroy any device connected with her mission. Once again, your assistance is important to the homeland and we will deny any association with you should you be captured. Good luck and God's Speed! "Holy Shit!" Greg whispered to himself as he scanned the front and side profile of Marissa Collet. Staring back at him was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen in a photograph. She could have easily been portrayed in an advertising picture for Victoria's Secret lingerie. Her face was angelic in features with full lush lips that begged to be kissed. He did not miss the slight cruel curve to the pictured smile. Her perfect face was framed by cascade of curly blonde hair that was shiny and bouncy at the same time. There are some women that instantly appeal to men and he knew that looking into the pictured steel grey eyes outlined with flirty eye lashes, that he would have a moment of destiny with this woman. It was to be a two week mission and he groaned with the thought of explaining another unexplained absence to his new wife. Plus, he was to leave tomorrow for Paris. "What do you mean that you will be gone for two weeks? I am getting damn tired of you missing in action with our marriage!" Colleen shouted to Greg. "Besides, I need you more than your country needs you." "But Darling, you know that my job demands occasional trips and I will be home soon," Greg said. "Fine, just don't be surprised that your loving new wife won't be waiting on you hand and foot when you return the next time," Colleen growled menacingly. "Don't fret, I'll make it up to you when I get home," Greg replied. While packing that night, Greg thought that maybe the fake marriage thing was really unfair to Colleen, he pondered with momentary sympathetic feelings. Besides, he really didn't love her and he was doing it for his country. She really should chill and maybe develop an interest in an outside lover. The Air Force plane dropped him off in the Diplomatic section of Charles De Gaulle International airport. He had enough high level credentials to avoid the security line and make a fast get away to the designated city meeting place to work up his new identity. He would use his skills to maneuver Marissa into an unavoidable trap. Greg studied everything that was prepared about Marissa. He began to squirm a little bit realizing that she would not be push-over like he performed the seduction on his present wife. Marissa had taken on many lovers and used her sex as an irresistible tool that most caught in her spider web never returned. He was most disturbed by the fact that two previous agents had tried to infiltrate her world to gain her secrets but were unsuccessful. Both were found later and debriefed after they were intensively interviewed. Both the former female and male agent had implanted GPS locators under their skin and the agency had proof they met with Marissa more than once. But the agents had suddenly lost interest in the whole mission and had suspiciously switched off their mental determination to complete the rest of the mission. It was as if they did not care about anything other than enjoying the tourist sights and bawdy sensations of Paris. They were both found near the hilltop Montmartre section of Paris. The female agent had even admitted a sudden new lesbian urge that occurred whenever she was near Marissa. No significant espionage intelligence was obtained on Marissa other than she continued to be 'a person of interest'. Greg really loved the old world charm of Paris. The city was vibrant and charming. He could muster enough French to mollify the occasional anti English shopkeepers and restaurant servers. Getting around was easy on the Metro or a cab as needed. He knew the various haunts that Marissa would attend during a normal day and plotted to be in her sight while he planned the 'accidental' first meeting. While staring into a store window, he noticed his reflection in the semi transparent glass. "Sheesh, he should have gotten a haircut before he left," thought Greg as he raked his fingers through the back of his dark hair. With extreme alarm, Greg also noticed in the same reflection that his target was shopping for a baguette in a small shop across the street. Knowing that this might be a missed opportunity, Greg planned his meeting on the fly. With his mind playing out all the scenarios that would produce the best lingering first impression, Greg hurriedly rushed to the small outdoor market to meet Marissa. Marissa had both hands on a large bag of fruits and vegetables as she departed the shop. Greg approached her with control. He planned on bumping into her accidentally to cause her to drop the bag and assist her in the pickup while deploying his charm on her. He was within close proximity to her and planned her collision as she turned around and instantly made close eye contact with Greg. Greg momentarily froze. He was mesmerized by the real time vision of the sexiest feminine eyes that he had ever seen. They were a deep grey with tiny specs of violet color. The arched eyebrows and perfect mascara blinded him to the mysterious intelligence hidden behind them. "Eh, excusez-moi, Monsieur!" she toned with a low breathy pronunciation. Greg was dumbfounded, he was frozen in place and cursing himself for losing control in front of this delicious woman. He suddenly caught scent of her fragrance and this caused a primal reaction of a familiar blood flow to his lower mid section. He could hardly believe that this casual meeting was causing one of the hardest erections that he could ever remember. "I am so clumsy, I almost walked into you," Marissa said apologetically while somehow picking up the fact that Greg was English speaking. "No, it is my fortune to have met you and would have gladly accepted the collision. They would have had to call the police to tear me away from you." Greg lamely said. At that instant, Marissa reached out her manicured hand and touched Greg lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Mon Cherie, so very soon! S'il vous pla?t, but I must be going." And she was gone. Greg stood like a frozen statue with the other men in the plaza pausing to stare at the rear perspective of Marissa's shapely ass sway to the staccato rhythm of her high heel shoes on the cobblestone street. Greg could not believe that with all his training and confidence that he let this important rendezvous evaporate. He cursed that there should have been more surveillance on his target that would not allow him to be so sloppy. It was strange he thought back on the way she touched him. It strangely suggested that they may have met before but he had no memory of her other than the pictures he studied so diligently. The fact was that he could still smell the perfume that lingered at the site of her soft touch on his face. He was temporarily sidetracked and unconsciously swept his hands through his hair again. The butcher behind the counter noticed Greg and asked if he was an American. Greg was only slightly suspicious since this area was frequented by many visitors and it was not unusual to see American tourists. "Monsieur, my cousin has moved here from the United States and has opened a barbershop up on the hill. He asked me to solicit business for him and I noticed that you might need a haircut." The butcher said as he cheerfully handed Greg a business card with the address and a discount offer. "What the hell!" Greg replied. "He may as well get a haircut while he was there." The barbershop was located off a side street in the Montmartre area close to the famous Moulin Rouge. Greg was amused by the row of shops dedicated to adult fetishes while finding the barber. It was indeed an Americanized Salon strangely isolated in the French district. It was trendy and noisy inside. Upon presentation of the card, he was ushered to a select area to a male barber. Greg's usual pick would have been a female since most of the attendants in this place looked very kinky and exotic. He would have preferred some beautiful set of female hands massage his head rather than this slim male with a ridiculous goatee. "Hello, my name is Claude and I see that you got a special card from my relative Renee' down in the retail district?" "Sure," Greg replied not in the mood for small talk even though Claude's English seemed to have no French accent at all. The haircut was pleasant enough and Greg determined that the event with Marissa had the effect on him of making him very horny. He could not help but stare at the young female attendants buzz around the room. Greg was so occupied that he was too late to notice Claude goop of some heavy gel onto his scalp. "Wait, no more!" Greg commanded. "But it will stimulate the follicles and promote healthy hair growth." Claude intoned. "Get this shit off me!" Greg replied in an ugly tone. Claude looked at him sheepishly and offered an apology. He worked for the next twenty minutes trying to remove the mixture. It was some formula that had an inherent slickness and wet look to it. Greg hated it and asked for a shampoo. The shampoo was performed and Greg noticed that the hair was now sticky and wet. "Ah, I have just the solution for this problem," Claude said. "No, no more solutions on my head!" Greg said misunderstanding the statement. "My friend please let me try one more thing. It is my sincerest wish not to embarrass you but I will guarantee results!" Greg grudgingly agreed to let Claude take him to a back room and sat down on an old chair that was used for hair drying. It was a helmet type affair that had many holes in the interior that promoted quick drying with hot air. "It won't take but a minute and I promise you that we will get a good 'set' and you will be out of here," Claude said hurriedly. Greg heard the word 'set' and thought Claude mixed up his words meaning 'fix'. The chair was comfortable and the hot air was soothing with the low buzzing sound. Since there were no women around to look at, he picked up a magazine and started to read. In moments, he nodded off and jerked awake as he realized that he had fallen asleep. Greg glanced at his watch and noticed that he had been in the chair only a few minutes. Claude was very apologetic again and happily showed Greg that his hair was now dry and free of the goopy gel like substance. Greg could not wait to exit that salon. A whole day had passed and Greg frequented every known haunt of Marissa. No luck. It was like she was in hiding. Things did not look promising and Greg was beginning to think that the mission would be a bust. After a nice Dinner and more than his fair share of wine, Greg took a little nap in preparation for the night's activity. It was dark when he awoke. Greg dressed and got into some club clothing so that he could impress the opposite sex. His goal was to have a little fun tonight in the famous sex district night club scene. While he was impressed with the exotic look of some of the French street walkers, he thought they were little too garish in their makeup and fishnet stockings for his taste. He had to admit that they came in all ages and shapes for the most discerning desire. He couldn't help but notice that there were a lot of men in the district hunting a little tenderloin tonight. While the Moulin Rouge offered an interesting Follies show, he wanted to try out a little one on one action in a local club. He selected 'The Monet' as it had an artistic following of incredibly beautiful French women entering the door. Gaining entree only took a few Euros and a party attitude. After a half hour circulating through the crowded interior filled with smoke and dim lighting, Greg was determined to break the agency's policy of getting involved with local women. He spotted some very hungry women staring back at him. Then he spotted two women obviously intertwined in an amorous position located in the hard to spot VIP section. He took a huge gasp of air and almost choked in the smoky environment. It was Marissa. And she was gently rubbing the right breast of a beautiful young French girl. The object of her attention could only be described as coquettish with a sleazy decoration. The young girl was barely dressed in a revealing outfit that left nothing to the imagination. She had her hair uplifted in an elegant style that was falling in her face from her obvious sexual desire from Marissa's ministrations. The young girl had her hand between her black nylon covered legs and was rubbing gently as Marissa intently nibbled at her neck. Greg noticed that this area exuded sexual tension and many onlookers were tuned into it with their surreptitious glances. Greg tried to move into the crowd only to find Marissa staring at him while motioning her hands for him to come over to her roped off couch. Greg felt like a puppy coming to his master and walked to her against his better wishes. "Ah Mon Cherie, we meet again. It is fate, no?" Marissa breathily spoke. "Please join us. I shall order you an intriguing glass of something you can't find in the States. I have access to some very fine Absinthe." Greg had heard of the La F?e Verte, or The Green Fairy and complied with her commands in an unusual subservient manner that he very unaccustomed to do. The drink arrived and he took a sip. The taste was bitter and strong. He could not help but to chase down the first sip with the other drink that he had been walking with. Marissa only laughed and said that he was acting like a little girl instead of the strong man that he outwardly portrayed. The second sip was more soothing and he thought this might be the perfect time to make contact. "My Greg, the wormwood has a very interesting effect if the essence is correctly concocted. Some say some hallucinogenic results produce the best love making." Greg was feeling the drink and still noticed that she called him by his first name without him ever telling his name out loud. A small kernel of apprehension was trying to surface to his ever dulling consciousness. Marissa introduced Greg to her companion. "This is Monique; she comes from the French Riviera region and has been trained in the finest techniques of a long line of concubines. You might say she was pure bred for one reason, the finest love making on the planet!" Greg noticed that upon stating her name out loud, Monique seductively squeezed next to him and started a rhythmic whole body undulating pattern of small touches to some very personal areas of his body. Her perfume was fusing with the avalanche of pheromones exuding from her excited body. He noticed that she could not be more than eighteen and had full perky tits and long shapely legs that were accented by some very expensive designer black heels. He thought that if anyone exemplified the expression 'sex kitten', she was it. Somewhere in Greg's brain alarms were going off, but they were getting duller and duller as the second glass of Absinthe appeared. The room was spinning and he was becoming fascinated of the cacophony of color and sounds intermixed with random flashes of weird pictures of Marissa and Monique holding him up and exiting the club. Greg was in full erection mode as his foggy brain was trying to assimilate the two very sexy women escorting him to their apartment with promises of a m?nage a trois. He even did not mind them stripping him naked and strapping him to the bed. Monique giggled as she threw a silken scarf over his erect penis and called him 'Omar the tent maker'. The alcohol in his system and the attraction of these two gorgeous beauties converted logical thinking from his big brain to the little one in his dick. Greg briefly tried to overcome the knots when he saw Marissa bring an apparatus into the room and proceeded to connect a small helmet like device over Monique's head. She then brought an identical device over to Greg and strapped it firmly onto his head. "Oh, the wonders of wireless technology, ordinarily this helmet device would have been twice as large and connected with ugly wires." Marissa said. "Greg, I can explain everything to you right now since it will not matter is a few minutes. You will have no memory of what I have told you and you will be a physical and hormone driven duplicate of my lover Monique! You will be so lucky, she just finished ovulating and she is at the peak of her sexual needs." "You see, you have been the hunted and I the Hunter. Do you not remember that episode at the gym last year when you opted for a masseuse to rid your body of its aches and pains from training? My contact is a dear female relative that studied with me in France. She does a wonderful massage and you were so willing to let her do a scalp massage while she did a small memory insertion with a small hand held thought analyzer. Thus, it explains how you obtained your favorite gold necklace and cross without direct memory of the gift. And it also directed you with some simple persuasive suggestions to work on my case. Your participation was necessary because only you can produce the reports that will allow me to escape the scrutiny of the world's secret agencies. You see, I was the most successful agent of my generation. It was me that slept my way into the Chinese Scientist's quarters and used the device against him. It was me that destroyed the only documents and mind wiped any other scientists associated with the project. I was sloppy and trusted a certain female agent of a dangerous consortium of Chinese triads. I have a certain weakness for occasional lesbian arrangements. She escaped with only enough knowledge that I might possess an apparatus that would corrupt world harmony if it got into the wrong hands. My ambitions are not that evil, I just want invisibility and the power to get whatever I want. I do not want death and destruction. It is going to be your job to go back and convince all the world's powers that I am harmless and the device was destroyed forever Greg." Greg could only foggily digest all the new information as he laid spread eagle on the bed with his erection starting to flag. Marissa went on, "The device was a clever miniaturization of the same technology used in larger Magnetic Resonance Units. The Chinese figured out that under certain conditions, the actual synapse mapping correlated to actual thought patterns. These faint electrical pulses had no meaning until the entire brain could be mapped. It was rudimentary surface thoughts and emotions at first, then it was discovered that an entire snapshot of the brains connective system could be captured on an external archive. In essence, you could save entire humans personality at the moment the snapshot was taken. We are ever so grateful to you for obliging us to get your hair cut at my favorite barber shop. Did you like the hair dryer in the back?" Marissa grinned. "The Chinese scientist that led the project developed a procedure on his own that was hidden from the government monitoring committee. He correctly assumed that if the tiny neural pathways could be plotted then recharged with new highways, you could literally clone an individual mind into another body or at the very least implant new memories. The breakthrough came with a new antigen that had the ability to tag only the sensitive neurological matrix of the brain. Living neurological tissue was softened and made pliable for a temporary time. Using the same magnetic head field with the new mapping algorithm, it was possible to reshape another's personality into the body of another individual. I can't begin to understand the computing involved with the actual process except that a handy voice command shell was embedded in the program that made it simple to use. You begin to see Greg? We will need your body for a couple of weeks and I know you will enjoy being my lesbian lover?" Greg thought she was mad and seriously thought that what she said was impossible. He kept thinking this until all the preparation were finished and Marissa came over and lovingly stroked his cock until it was standing straight up again. Marissa moved to a hidden console and spoke into a microphone, "Alpha switch One." Greg felt a buzzing from the helmet and could only watch Monique react to the same sensation across the room. It was over in a matter three minutes. No pain and only a slight headache felt deep behind his eyes. "My Greg, the remapping starts slow and progresses quite quickly. You will feel like someone is in your head talking to you and then you begin your regeneration in Monique's fine body," Marissa said while studying each of them. Greg suddenly felt the presence of another inside his head. It was as if his subconscious thoughts had found a voice of their own. Except the voice was getting louder and louder. The tiny voice was exploring and testing as Greg found his toes being wiggled against his will. Approaching the threshold of transfer, Greg felt complete lack of control from his mind and felt his whole being shrinking into nothingness. The new synapse pattern was taking shape and flashed into control as Greg fell into a dark chasm of darkness. Greg was now in a new dark place that had a glow that was getting lighter and lighter. Sensations were starting to filter into his consciousness and he tried to exert some control. He could only move his fingers, then his toes at first. Then he could feel the other strong light starting to get smaller and smaller. Very quickly he opened his eyes and discovered he could move all of his arms and legs. He was sitting in a chair with some type of metal device on his head. Greg suddenly remembered that he must have fallen asleep in the barbers chair and he must get up and out of there. He could remember nothing else. That was when he spotted Marissa. She said, "Quiet my lovely, let the sensations and new memories take over. It will be very exhilarating to discover the new joys of womanhood." Greg looked over to the bed and noticed an empty helmet and messed up bed sheets as if someone had been recently lying there. His head was starting to hurt and he was having trouble resolving his last thoughts at the barber and being here. "Barber? I must have been visiting someone in that shop; usually it is Frederic at the salon that does my hair." Greg looked down and unconsciously swept away the beautiful blonde bangs of feminine hair. It was a new feeling for a moment taking in all the sensations of his breasts pushing out the outline of his skimpy blouse. He stood up and lost his balance as the new center of gravity corrected itself in his new memory. His hourglass figure had curves that made his ass feel like it was jutting out into space while he felt like his breasts were huge as he looked dumbfounded down into his ample cleavage. "Come with me please," commanded Marissa as she guided Greg to the bathroom vanity. "Look at yourself. What is your name and what do you remember? Greg replied, "My name is uh, uh,.., My name is Grrr.., Monique!" The lips in the reflection of the attractive French girl obviously had difficulty saying her name to Marissa but finally and forcefully said it out loud, "My name is Monique!" "Oh that's wonderful Monique, and what exactly can you remember?" Marissa stated with a sudden insistent manner. "I uh, remember going to the salon but ended up in some barber shop." "Do you know anyone named Greg?" Monique replied, "No, I have some fuzzy memories of a sailor with that name but think the introduction was a long time ago. He was very cute and we parted amicably!" "Monique, come over here and let me tell you about yourself" Marissa said with lust in her eyes. Marissa was getting very turned on as she could not wait to get Monique out of her clothes and into bed. Marissa recognized a helpless Greg buried deep within the psyche of her new creation of an altered Monique personality. It was almost as if she was making love to a new virgin of her own invention. The night was long and very steamy as the new Monique responded to the forceful lovemaking from a dedicated Marissa. All manner of toys were used with oils and personal baths. Marissa squeezed her vagina in anticipation of a new female to female relationship. Meanwhile, agent Greg Smith sent an urgent recall notice to the agency that he should report to Washington with important news related to the mission. Monique recognized that her body was over sexed and tried to show off it's attributes with her careful selection of clothing and makeup. She was 5ft 3" and had an amazing feminine package. She found she liked very girly things and relished her ability to seduce anyone she met with her natural attraction. While she didn't believe in female pheromones, she laughed inwardly that all men and most females got very hot when she stood too close to them. Her apartment overlooked the Seine and created wonderful daylight in the morning so that she could dress and do her makeup in perfection. She could only think about how to please Marissa as she selected a flowery summer dress with a very short hem. Monique picked a perfect pastel thong and relished the shivers of delight as she adjusted just the correct tightness covering her engorged labial lips. It seems she always was getting aroused by dressing for Marissa. While it might be a little trashy, she liked the feel of patterned dark nylons caressing her legs in this outfit. When she bent over, anyone could see that she was wearing a thong and the tops of the nylons projected a very sexy look. A pair of towering summer sandals with ornate straps accented her very shapely legs. The top of her dress sloped down and was trimmed in delicate lace that had a perfect shelf to expose her full breasts. Monique was constantly practicing making exaggerated conversation where she was leaning over to make her statements. Monique brushed her luxuriant hair and put it into a quick pony tail, grabbed her purse and walked outside to get into her convertible BMW automobile. She felt wonderful and felt as if the world was hers. Monique was hurrying to meet her lunch appointment with Marissa as they wanted to explore a new line of clothing just arriving at their favorite department store downtown Paris. As Monique entered the outside street cafe, she got all squishy inside as she caught side of Marissa dressed in an elegant skirt and blouse accented by a real strand of pearls. A strange feeling of submissiveness invaded her normally cheery demeanor. She sat down and smiled at Marissa with loving eyes. "Ma Cherie, how was your night? You might call it a new beginning after our tryst?" Marissa said as she watched Monique blush with a peasant girl sense of innocence. Marissa gently stroked the inner thigh of Monique under the table while speaking directly to her. "I want you to always answer my cell phone and drop whatever you are doing to speak with me. I have a few rules and you must obey everything that I tell to you. You are to always dress expressly for me in the most feminine styles. I shall never see you without makeup or pants. Your existence is to please me at all times. We will go to many parties and you will remain behind me and keep silent unless I allow you to speak. If we take a new lover to bed you are only to initiate sex on that partner unless ordered from me. I understand you're hot blooded but you are not to relieve yourself with self administered masturbation unless commanded from me. I created you and want you to feel your umbilicus and touch the gold ring that was placed there to demonstrate my complete ownership of your body and soul. Monique listened to the dialog in a trance like state only to reach down and feel the gold ring that had somehow escaped her attention until now. It felt very sexy embedded in her navel and showed her complete connection to only Marissa. Marissa knew the effect she was having on Monique as her fingers rubbed the ever increasing wetness of Monique's thong. Monique was taking large gasps of air as she tried to stifle the climax that was occurring in this very public place. Marissa thought to herself that the newly shaped Greg in Monique's body accented with the little bit of extra conditioning was going to make the perfect lover for her. How delightful that the former strong man was accepting his new fate as a submissive sex toy for the next two weeks. Then, her plan would be finished and the insane secret police of the world would leave her alone. This was ever so much better than the quick memory wipe of the two former Paris agents. Although, the former female agent had appealed to her. And she accepted the sexual re-orientation rather well with the device. The days were spent touring the Countryside laughing while the wind blew through their hair in the convertible. Many men tried to make passes at the two beautiful women obviously in love with each other but never succeeded. The nights would always start with a cafe and dancing at night. It was a carefree life and they were both young. There were so many things to see and do together. Marissa was particularly grumpy about the parade of men hitting on Monique at the Disco tonight. While they danced together and fended off all comers, many men accepted the challenge to get into their panties. Monique was dressed as a French peasant and donned a black wig to wear with her maiden outfit. It was a stunning combination with her figure falling out of the skimpy dress all night. Testosterone was heavy in the bar that night. Tired of the protective lover routine, Marissa escorted a slightly tipsy Monique to their hotel room. Monique kept laughing and singing like an air headed school girl. Marissa commanded Monique to go to the bathroom while she hauled out her large suitcase to prepare for the night. Monique was called out to the room which was completely dark except for the movement of the glowing ash of the lighted cigarette in the mouth of Marissa. "Put this scarf around your eyes and tie it so that you have no chance to see." Marissa whispered in the ear of Monique as she sternly guided her to the bed. Monique had donned a sheer baby doll nightgown that showed off all her assets in full glory. The tips of her hard nipples were lovingly caressed by the soft fabric as she reached behind her head. Her body was on fire. She had never experienced light bondage in her lovemaking and was anxiously awaiting the sexual thrill of submission to her dominant lover. "Now slowly reach out and tell me what you feel." Monique felt along the freshly shaved smooth surface of her partner's thigh and gasped as she felt the bulging veins of a huge male member. While she could tell it was artificial, it was superbly crafted to mimic the real look and feel of a man's cock. It was snuggly strapped around the waist of Marissa as she instructed Monique to perform oral intercourse on the rubbery shaft. Monique obeyed with a lustful enthusiasm. She was getting new wonderful feedback from the oral stimulation that she so artfully performed. Monique had no idea that she was so good with her lips and tongue. Marissa gently rolled Monique onto her tummy and clicked a furry cuff on both of her hands. Monique was blindfolded and restrained with a helpless expression on her face. A wonderful strawberry lubricant was applied lovingly to her Mons as she felt the bulbous tip of the giant shaft penetrate the nectar lips of her ready vagina. A sudden vibration was started deep with the fake penis as it started its entry back and forth. Marissa could smell the perspiration on her lover's body as the rhythm increased. She was acutely attuned to the touch and smell senses as her lover performed his deliberate symphony of seduction. While still blindfolded, and increasing the lust by the second, Monique felt the familiar touch of a small helmet like device and the smell of lavender laced antigen. A quick buzzing and it was over. "What was that, she exclaimed," "Oh just something to make you appreciate the love making" Marissa exhaled. Monique pulled off the blindfold as commanded and turned on the light to the dim setting. She almost screamed as she looked at Marissa and could only see the faint facial resemblance of a female Marissa imprinted on the huge muscular body of a young male stud. "I assure you that I am still me but all your sensory inputs have been temporarily fooled into thinking that I feel and look like a real man. I plan to make love to you just like those men wanted to do all night," Marissa said. Monique reached out and stroked his upper torso to reaffirm the truth. The hard musculature reminded her of a superbly trained athlete. It was so real, she could feel the sheen of sweat and even smell the musky scent of someone in heat. Her brain was completely fooling her into thinking that she was now with a man. She reached out and marveled at the touch of the penis that had formerly felt fake and rubbery. This penis had a real reaction to every touch of her delicate hand. The night seemed to go on forever and Monique was sore from the best pounding that she could ever imagine. She did not even hear the buzzing of the device once again as she was in a deep sleep of sexual content. Upon waking up the next morning, Marissa kissed her slightly on the lips and asked if she would like any coffee? Nothing more was ever said about that night. The day was glorious and sun streamed through the sheer curtains. Monique was feeling naughty and decided that she would find the sexiest outfit she could find. She was disappointed that she could not find the perfect pair of heels to accent her short mini skirt and low cut tuxedo style blouse. They both decided to do a little shopping and delighted in the carefree atmosphere of the shoe department of the local plaza. Monique knew that the young clerk was extremely nervous as he brought box upon box of the latest styles. She shivered in amazing sexual tension as the cute clerk gently touched her lower leg and guided her painted toes into the sanctuary of an elegant Manolo Blahnik Satin high-heel pump. She spread her curvaceous feminine legs apart and watched his eyes widen in excitement as he stole a surreptitious glance at her lacy panties. She wondered if he could tell that she was getting very lubricated with all the shoe shopping and male attention. Marissa could only laugh as she noticed that the young clerk was obviously having a hard time standing up without bringing huge attention to the bulge in his pants. She marveled at the innate ability of this former gender transformed special operations agent to extract the sexual pleasure out of any situation. It was if his feminine side was commanding the pleasure centers of his brain, while encouraging others with the stored male perspective of what it took to please a partner. Marissa mused that he indeed must be someone special and would have been nice to get to know in a former life and situation. But, my mission is not yet complete! She thought. Two beautiful young woman dressed to entice did not go unnoticed in downtown Paris. They were like a beacon for any number of men and quite a few women to stare at while sipping tea under the umbrella at the street side cafe. "I believe that man is going to come to our table. He has been staring at us for the last half hour," stated Monique with a saucy look on her face. "Madams, a thousand pardons for interrupting your lunch, but I could not tear my eyes away from someone as beautiful as the two of you on this spring day," said the grizzly man with the expensive camera over his shoulder. "I work for the local paparazzi and it is very slow today. Would you please let me take your picture? I would gladly reimburse you for lunch for a small snapshot?" Marissa and Monique looked at each other and giggled with acceptance. They were soon talked into many pictures and were easily coerced into revealing a lot of leg and upper thigh poses. It was a lot of fun and they were trying to outdo each other with seductive poses and postures. Monique once again took over the situation as the photographer caught the maitre'd in the camera lens pretending to speak to the luscious couple while his eyes were bugging out pinpointed on the half moon aureoles suspiciously revealed on Monique's sudden unbuttoned blouse. The photographer asked for a model release and the two women obliged. They were having so much amusement that the consequences of that act were not important. Meanwhile back in the States, the new Greg was sweating under the pressure of the chairman to finish his report. The quick flight back was exhausting and terrifying at the same time. It was crucial to not to make a mistake of identity during the debriefing. Monique had trained for months for this event and studied everything she could about the agency but knew she could trip up anywhere. She must buy time and begged for time with the explanation that his new wife- Colleen was having a tantrum again about his recent departure. Greg was getting some second hand communication at the center from some of his buddies. They were saying, "Sorry guy, she'll be back." He tried to get more answers but most of his associates were avoiding him on his questions about what they meant. When he arrived home it was evident by the note on the refrigerator that Colleen had departed to her mother's house and was considering a divorce because of his screwy job and inattention to her needs. Greg was only slightly concerned because this was a stroke of good luck. He knew that no one would suspect him more than his wife if he missed even the smallest of details in their relationship. It could have been as easy as the kiss coming home if it was not done right. Greg had left the mission dossier on the hall table as he discovered Colleen's absence. After uncharacteristically finding that he had a new body thirst for one of the cold beers in the refrigerator, he sat down to see what new intelligence was discovered about Marissa and her new playmate. Greg almost spit up his beer upon discovering the cut out picture from page three of the "The Sun." Since it always portrayed a lot of female 'honey shots' to increase readership of the male side, it was not unusual to see lots of female flesh pictures. The picture was plainly showing a French waiter staring down into the luscious cleavage of his former body! And to top it off, Marissa was pictured smiling at the two of them at the table. Beads of perspiration started to appear on his forehead. This would jeopardize the whole effort unless damage control was done immediately! It took a sleepless night to arrange the carefully prepared fake documents that would logically lead to a conclusion of Marissa obtaining a non working clone and the subsequent destruction of the original unit. The pictures and testimonies had been assembled in detail for over a year. Big money had been paid to the best forgery artists in the world. Greg hastily showered and rushed to the office to meet with the committee. "Christ Greg, didn't you have time to shave this morning?" The chairman asked intently as they were all sitting down around the conference table. Greg realized that while trying to fix the big picture he forgot the daily grooming that comes with an adult male body. Whiskers were only something to attend to when showing off lingerie in his former body. The chairman leaned close to Greg and whispered his condolences regarding the split up of him and his wife. Greg just nodded. "Please seal the room." The chairman boomed as he read: "We will now discuss: A Matter of Security-Remapped Personality Disorder caused by the invention of the most dangerous device known to modern technology." Greg listened for an hour to a rehash of boring details and events leading up to his mission and was given the projector to present his results of the recent operation. Greg knew that he would have to project a believable authoritative posture and convince all the top staff in this room. He could feel the adrenaline pumping with nervous anticipation. This was a lot different feeling of power as he watched the faces of skeptical generals and government administrative staff. They were looking at him with possible, believable confidence, something no one ever did when he possessed the soft sexy female body. Greg was ready. He started with a list of factual documents entered as evidence showing the corruption of the Chinese scientists and the ultimate destruction of the journals and final device. He showed secretly obtained security camera shots of the construction of a fake model and its ultimate destination to Marissa Collet. "Marissa was never able to use the device and believed that the Chinese government was playing a huge trick on the scientific community." Greg repeated. "The device was to be the ultimate parlor trick and she took the bait completely. While we believe the two former Paris agents were tampered with, we have conclusive evidence that it was done with traditional chemical conditioning." Greg paused with emphasis and said, "Marissa was dishonored by her associates and has become a 'snake without fangs'. I have personal knowledge from my field experience that she has retired from the espionage activities and is currently exploring personal avenues of pleasure." And with that statement, he projected the newspaper photograph showing the playful scene at the Paris cafe. At that point, most of the male audience broke out with guffaws of laughter. Greg knew that he was succeeding. "Marissa is to be put forever on our 'watch list' because nothing is ever taken for granted in this agency. But, she is certainly nullified and it is my personal opinion based on my service to my country, that she does not possess the alleged device." A thousand other details were discussed but it was Greg's admission from his heart that convinced the audience. The meeting was adjourned and a very tired Greg took a much needed rest at home. A week went by and Greg was anxiously awaiting the final plan. He caught on very easily to the agency routine. Greg's brain architecture was very well constructed. Thoughts and decisions were extremely easy to do in this male body. The real Monique personality was going to miss the lightning quick reflexes and commanding demeanor manifested by the whole 'Greg package'. The only thing that he could not get used to in this short week was the morning 'stiffy' visiting him each day. It was also amazing that he was so easy to be stimulated by visual clues of feminine attraction that was so lost on most women. He came to the conclusion that there was a vast difference between the sexes. He laughed at how so easily he would stare at the ass of a shapely girl and instantly get physical feedback from his dick. Greg was notified that morning that a significant foreign operative and her associate had entered the country. It had triggered the homeland watch list and quickly got to his desk because of his familiarity of the mission. He was asked to decide to bare Marissa from getting through customs. He only answered, "She is harmless, let her go!" It was finally the weekend. Greg jerked awake with a spasm of indecision. He immediately got up from the chair that he found himself and rushed to the bathroom mirror. He looked deep within his blue eyes and searched for the transitory fleeting memory of something or someone. Greg said to himself out loud with ever increasing terror, "What the Hell am I doing here at home? The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the barber chair in France!" He looked around the room and examined everything and pulsed with another gut jerk when the computer screen showed a small clock and date in the bottom corner that could not be possibly true. He realized that two weeks were missing from his life! As he has been doing the last few months when his anxiety was rising, he fingered his gold chain. It was then that he noticed a new addition to the loop. Somehow a finely crafted gold navel ring was added adjacent to the gold cross. It jangled incongruently against the simple cross. Greg was sweating as he called in on the 'red line' to work. It was an unofficial communication line for quick help to any agent working on a project. Greg got his best friend Harry on the line and asked, "Harry, this is Greg, I have to tell you that I am a little foggy today." "Went out to the bars last night? Ol Buddy?" Harry replied. "Yeh, someone introduced me to a few Rum-Lim?n-Coronas and it got to my brain," Lied Greg. "Harry, can you send me another copy of the meeting notes for this week? I want to review the Collet case again." "Greg, are you nuts? You were magnificent and will probably get promoted as a result of your presentation last week. That is now a cold case!" Greg apologized and hung up. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong! What was also puzzling was the fact that Colleen's belongings were cleaned out and the suitcase missing. No note or any other explanation was found. He decided to call her cell phone and inquire where she was. Colleen answered and explained that she was very mad at him and had decided to visit her mother in Virginia. Greg could only grunt in response since his analytical mind was trying to sort out truth and fiction. Colleen suddenly said she would forgive him and would be home the next day. Greg met Colleen at the baggage claim and was jolted by the new tight clothing she was wearing. It was a far reach from the normal frumpy conservative physician attire she tended to wear constantly. "By God, she is even wearing sheer nylons which she always hated," he thought. Colleen kissed him forcefully on the lips and noticed his attention to her outfit. "I always had the package and thought that I might dress to impress!" The drive home was as animated as she had ever been. She was very chatty and kept touching him to accentuate every point she was making with him. One thing Greg had always admired was a woman that had a slow sensual method to her communication with him. Greg caught her studying his mouth as he spoke and eyeballing his crotch out of the corner of her eyes. He thought she may have missed him more than she was letting on. If the drive home wasn't enough, the moment she got home she suggested that they get 'comfortable' while she slipped into some other clothes. Greg could only stare in amazement at her as she exited the bathroom. She had fixed her hair, touched up her makeup and stripped to the sexiest alluring outfit he could ever imagine. She bluntly spurted out, "I am ready for some sex, will you be joining me?" Greg could only oblige. His life was beginning to become unraveled and her bizarre attitude was just another enigma. Their sex life have always been the standard missionary position and a quick kiss before he rolled over and started snoring. Tonight Colleen was riding him like he was a bull. He was too turned on to realize that she was also mastering his body signals and allowing him to reach the brink of climax, only to be slowly brought down to a point where he could participate in her stimulation. Greg noticed that he was getting as much enjoyment in pleasing her as she was giving him. In the final throws of passion, Greg was climbing an inexorable ladder of release when Colleen suddenly inserted her middle index finger to a position that directly stimulated his prostate. Greg's eyes rolled back into his head as his body responded to uncontrollable waves of sexual discharge. "Wow! That was amazing. Have you been unfaithful to me while I was gone?" "No, my darling," Colleen whispered as she gently nibbled his ear. "I have been very close to your heart and I am finding that I am very much in love with you." Greg studied his wife's face as she peacefully fell asleep in his arms. He thought it couldn't be possible could it? It was as if his wife had become a different person. She had always been a good person that had never quite figured him out. The tables seemed to be turned as he rehearsed the slightly manipulative ways Colleen had been acting lately. This caused a slight tremor to pass through his body. As he pulled the covers up, he found a strange thrilling embrace to the thought of letting himself go and completely trust someone else close to him for the first time of his life. It was almost a full year before Colleen responded to the subject of the mysterious female foreign agent Greg was obsessed about. Greg was always mumbling about the lapse of his memory and the fact that the object of his mission had inexplicably visited the country and quickly departed to her home in France with her beautiful companion- Monique. "It just does not make sense," Greg said out loud within Colleen's presence. Greg noticed a bodily resolution to a conflict that must have been going on within his beautiful wife. She resolutely asked him if he trusted her. Her demeanor relaxed as he said yes. "I have come to the conclusion that if we are to go to the next level in our marriage, we have to bare some secrets and I am scared to death that it will be the destruction of our relationship," Colleen soulfully stated. "I think a picture is worth a thousand words." As she retrieved a strange miniature apparatus from a secret sub flooring hiding place. "This will explain everything if you only trust me?" Colleen said with imploring eyes. Greg was in conflict. His suspicions were becoming confirmed yet he knew beyond doubt that the person in front of him loved him more than life herself. It only took a slight nod from Greg to allow Colleen to proceed with her sudden ambition to bare her soul. Colleen said, "This device will play back a part of your life that has been missing. I am very sorry and only hope that you will see me in the same way after the replay. You are right, I am someone other than the one you married but have an important story to replay to you to make you realize that you also are part of me and a feeling that has always been deep inside you. While your wonderful male testosterone makes me want you more and more for the man that you are, there is a deep sensual feminine side to you that had hither fore been undiscovered. Believe it when you see it. Or, better yet, let me let you experience it as if you had a live TIVO into your brain." Colleen explained that without the nasal lavender antigen, the device would only replay the recorded life events of Greg/Monique during the normally triggered imprint duration. He would have complete control on the speed and release if it got too much. "Where is the media? You have the recorder-play back device but nothing that I see regarding the storage media?" Greg asked. Colleen laughed and said that Greg's secret has always been close to his heart. While extracting the cross from the constant gold chain, she explained that the metal was a new radical storage device that could store terabytes of information within its metallic crystalline matrix. "It's all in the atoms." Coleen laughed. "I learned a lot from my old Chinese scientist. He thought he was in lust with the old me and told me many things." Greg marveled at the complete realism and could see, feel, touch and experience every sense of the very sexy female Monique. He could also play back and replay some very troubling details that could not be determined as free will or forced imprinting. The play back was finally over and Greg smiled at the expectant Colleen. "Well, what did you think?" she asked with the wistful look of a school girl kissing her first boyfriend. "I can only say with the minimum of male modesty that I currently have, thank you for the navel ring instead of a labia ring, not that it would have mattered," Greg replied. Colleen was overjoyed that he was accepting the incident and she might actually have a lovely life with him. But she knew beyond a doubt that the replay had stirred up some deep seated memories of the appreciation of the female gender. "By the way, your former wife always knew that the life you picked with her was a sham. She was most obliging to let me trade my life for hers after a short discussion. She was reluctant because of her conservative nature until I reminded her that she did not have a choice. Also there was the incentive of allowing her access to a Swiss bank account that would let her be independent for the rest of her life should she pick that path. I neglected to inform her that she might find that she is now attracted to the ladies as much as the men. As for Monique, she is a pure sexual creature and had more than enough of your pestering male needs during her occupancy. She said she is always open to a return trip to reacquaint. Only if you promise that it is temporary! Colleen and Greg went on to live a happy but very interesting life. The transfer device was used judiciously and kept a long secret from the prying eyes of the government. C'est la vie.