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Chapter 4
The following day the girls found themselves in a conference room being
briefed on the operation in New York City.
"Well, you boys clean up pretty nice," laughed Jack Carstairs as he saw
the girls for the first time since the prank that gotten them into this
mess in the first place.
"Fuck you Jack," giggled Tiffany as she lowered herself onto a chair while
smoothing her skirt.. Tiffany had finally come to grips with herself after
the night out with the girls and had decided she would have fun with this
disguise thing rather than fight the feelings Dirk had about being a girl.
When this assignment ended so would Tiffany and she would become Dirk
again, but until then Tiffany was going to have fun. Her personality had
won over Dirk's conservative outlook on what was taking place at the
moment and the change wasn't lost on Brenda.
"Why thank you Jack, I'm glad you noticed," Brenda answered with a flirty
tone in her voice.
"How could I help but notice, Maria did a fantastic job on you two but
enough with the flattery, we need to get started here."
"As you know, the reason we did this to you was to infiltrate the modeling
agency and find the source of the drug supply in the industry. We have
very little to go on so you're pretty much on your own. The only big lead
we had was Natalia Breshnakov and she was murdered just days before she
was going to tell the police who the drug source was. We know that
Universal has something to do with the supply of drugs but who the person
is that is distributing the drugs is a mystery to us. That's where you
boys come in, oops, maybe I should say girls now, anyway you girls are to
work for Universal and try to find out what Natalia was going to tell us.
I don't have to tell you to be careful, these people are dangerous and we
all know what happened to Natalia. Do you have any questions so far?" Jack
asked..
"No," the girls answered.
"Good, now lets get to the nuts and bolts of this operation. The owners of
Universal are a holding company and don't have anything to do with the
daily operations of the business other than bankroll the business and they
are just as anxious to find the person or persons that are involved in the
drug business. They have been losing some of their best models because of
what the drugs are doing to the girls. The agency is run by a former model
named Melissa Benson and Melissa still fancies herself as being pretty
enough to model but age has caught up with her. She's still very pretty
but all the shows want younger girls so that's where you come in. Tiffany
you are going to become their next runway model and hopefully a star.
Brenda you are to apply for the receptionist's job. The girl that has the
job now became pregnant and she's going to have her baby next month, so
the job is open. The owners told Melissa that you were related to one of
them and that you were to have the job because you always wanted to be a
model and this would be an opportunity for you to be around the industry.
Tiffany, it will be harder for you, you're going to have to earn your job,
but if looks are any indication of success you're a shoe in for a job.
We've rented two apartments for you, Tiffany, yours is in Manhattan and
Brenda, sorry but you will be commuting from Brooklyn. The people at the
agency can't know that you know each other but you will become friends
after you meet at the agency. Am I clear so far?"
"Are you sure I'll get the job?" asked Tiffany.
"They would be fools not to hire you, believe me, you will get the job.
Both of your apartments have been bugged and the phones are tapped so we
will know anything that happens when you are home. We don't have listening
devices at the agency and if you are able to install some it will speed up
our investigation, just be careful, we don't want to blow this thing
before it even gets started. Brenda, you will go for an interview tomorrow
and Tiffany we don't want you to go in until next week. Both of you
joining the agency at one time might seem to be too much of a coincidence.
Until both of you are working together please don't contact each other.
Don't try to do anything other than observe the goings on, try to find the
source of the drugs and who is distributing them, nothing more. Remember
you're young ladies now, not the person that will make the arrest, do I
make myself clear?"
"Yes sir, but what about us? Are we able to carry our guns just in case we
have a problem?"
"I would prefer that you don't because if someone sees your pistol by
accident there might be questions as to why you have a gun in your
possession. If things get dangerous then you will be able to carry, but
until then I would prefer that you just be innocent young ladies. When you
get settled in I want you to contact Bill Cline in our local office in
Manhattan so he can fill you in as to how you are to contact him or any
other person at the agency while you're on assignment. Good luck men and
thank you for having the guts to do this thing for us, this will be a very
big star on your evaluation reports."
"Thank you Jack," Tiffany said as the girls rose to leave.
Jack looked at the two women and wondered if they would be able to pull
this thing off. They were certainly pretty enough, they were going to turn
some heads, but the attention they would receive from men might unnerve
them to the point of making a mistake and then the trouble would start for
them, only time would tell.
Brenda was the first to make the move to New York City. The FBI had set
her up in an apartment in Brooklyn and had made the deposit to the
landlord in her name. Furniture movers had set up her apartment so it
would be ready when she arrived.
Brenda went from the airport and exited the cab being careful not to show
too much of her legs. Brenda had elected to wear a skirt when she left
Washington that morning because she liked the softness of the garment and
the femininity it portrayed. The driver helped carry her bags to the front
door and left her on her own to bring them to her new home. Brenda opened
her purse and withdrew the key to the front door. She slid the key into
the tumbler and opened the door for the first time.
"Shit, I can't believe this," she thought, as she saw the stairs up to her
apartment. Brenda took the handle of her largest piece of luggage and
began the task of carrying it up the stairs. Brenda cursed herself for
wearing her heels as she pulled the suitcase up the stairs. As she reached
the landing of the second floor a door opened and a woman came out of her
apartment and smiled.
"Why you must be the new tenant moving into number three?" she asked with
a heavy Irish accent.
Brenda looked at the woman and saw her kind eyes and answered, "Yes, I
am."
"I'm Annie Patrick and sort of watch over this place for the owner. Here
let me give you a hand, you're much to pretty and small to be carrying
that luggage," she said as she reached for the suitcase.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Now don't argue with me, let me take it for you," Annie replied as she
took the handle from Brenda. Brenda decided not to argue with the sweet
woman as she carried the luggage to Brenda's apartment. Matt had noticed
as he became more like Brenda his strength had disappeared as a result of
the new hormones in his system.
"Thank you Annie, I'm Brenda Watson, it's very nice to meet you," Brenda
said as she extended her hand.
Annie took Brenda's hand in hers and felt the feminine softness as she
did. Annie remembered when her hands felt like that, but that was years
ago, when she had met her now divorced husband.
"It's nice to have a pretty young thing like you moving in, most of our
tenants have been here for years and having a young person around will be
refreshing."
Brenda blushed, she wasn't used to having compliments like that,
especially the pretty part, after all she was still Matt under the makeup
and wasn't quite sure how to respond to the compliment.
"Let's go get the rest of your things and then I'll make a pot of tea for
us so I can get to know you better, welcome to your new home Brenda."
Annie and Brenda retrieve the rest of Brenda's things and returned to
Brenda's apartment.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable while I make the
tea. When you're changed come over to my apartment, its number one and
just come in the door, its unlocked," Annie said as she left.
Brenda liked Annie immediately. Annie had this caring quality about her
that made Brenda feel as though she was being mothered.
Brenda kicked off her heels and removed the rest of her clothing. She
opened her suitcase and found the sweats she wore around the facility
during training and put them on with a pair of women's running shoes and
went to have tea with Annie, unpacking could wait until later.
Brenda opened Annie's door and shouted, "I'm here."
"Come into the kitchen Brenda and sit at the table, the tea's almost
ready."
Brenda walked into the kitchen and sat at the small table covered with an
oil-cloth covering. She could smell the years of cooking permeate from the
walls. There was a comforting warmth about this room that reminded Matt of
his youth.
He would come home from school and as he entered the front door his nose
would smell the delicious aromas as his mother cooked dinner, he missed
the simpler times of his youth. If only his mother could see him now, on
assignment in New York City, undercover with the FBI, she would be so
proud. Brenda looked down at the bumps on her chest and wondered if her
mother would be proud of this too, maybe not.
"Would you like some sugar in your tea sweetheart?" Annie asked as she
brought Brenda back to the present.
"Yes please one spoon full would be fine."
Annie stirred the sugar into the tea and handed the cup and saucer to
Brenda. Brenda was used to seeing a mug with hot liquids filling them, but
this felt special that Annie would take the time to use her best china to
present the tea to Brenda.
"Here you are dear, be careful it's hot. Tell me dear where are you from?"
"Washington DC, by way of California," giggled Brenda. Annie had a way of
making her feel at ease and sharing her new identity.
"What did you do in Washington?"
"I was a secretary but I didn't like where I was working and felt I needed
a change so I moved here. I have an interview tomorrow morning for a job
in the fashion district, I'm really excited."
"Do you know how to get there?"
"I thought I would get a cab."
"Oh dear, they're very expensive, you should take the subway, a young girl
like you should save her money."
"I don't know how to take it I've never been on a subway before."
"I'll show you later before you leave, so tell me dear, do you have a boy
friend?"
"Goodness no."
"You're so pretty it won't be long before you do. I remember when I was
your age and a lot slimmer, all the boys wanted to go out with me. When I
finally found Mr. Patrick I thought I had died and gone to heaven, he was
such a handsome man. We married and had two boys. I stayed home and raised
them while Sean worked to provide a home. He was such a wonderful man
until he met that woman and left me for her. He just disappeared one day
and left me to raise the boys by myself. I had never had a job and when I
found one it didn't pay much but it was enough to get by. If I hadn't hire
a private detective to find the son of a bitch I would have never gotten
child support from him. He and his girl friend were living high on the hog
with my money. Well I took him to court and it became easier living with
his support. Enough about me, tell me more about yourself."
"I was raised in California and when I was old enough to move out I did. I
went to Washington and found my last job and now I'm here, there really
isn't that much to tell. Where are your sons now?"
"Ahh, both boys married the most wonderful girls, Shamus lives in Boston
and James is in Chicago. I'm very proud of Shamus, he's an attorney and
has two lovely children, a boy and a girl. James is having a harder time
of it right now, he decided he didn't want to go to college and went into
construction. He's a fine carpenter but you know how construction is,
feast or famine. He and his wife don't have any children yet so she's able
to work and help out while James is looking for a job. Oh you finished
your tea, would you like another cup?"
Brenda was feeling a closeness toward Annie, she was so open with her
life. Brenda could tell she had had a hard life. The lines on her face
spoke of the difficult times she must have had raising two boys without a
father to help guide them. Annie was a large woman, being able to look
Brenda square in the eye when she was wearing her four inch heels and now
she felt tiny in her presence. Even though she knew hand to hand combat
Brenda felt safer with this woman living just a few doors away.
Matt was always able to compensate for his lack of size by his quickness
and outgoing personality but ever since he started his hormone treatment
he had gone through changes, some not so obvious. He wasn't as fast as he
used to be and some of his strength had disappeared. His body had grown
softer and more feminine looking, this he could see, but the months of
training and the estrogen had changed his brain too, he no longer felt
safe in a manly way but felt the need to be wary when ever he, now she,
was out and about. Brenda felt good having Annie as a neighbor and hoped
their friendship would grow.
"I would Annie, but I really should unpack my things and get ready for
tomorrow, thank you anyway."
"Wait, here's a schedule for the bus's and subway, try taking them,
they're faster than the taxi's are. Trust me, I've been stuck enough times
to know if you have an appointment you're better off taking the subway,
now off with you, let me know how you do tomorrow."
"I will, and thank you for the tea."
Brenda left and felt empty, she wanted to hug Annie but didn't want to be
too forward since she just met her. She didn't know that it is perfectly
acceptable for women to hug each other when they first meet, Brenda still
had many things to learn.
Brenda returned to her apartment and was pleased to see that the FBI had
decorated it very nicely, maybe a bit girlish for a man but just right for
a young secretary, which is what she was now. Brenda put all of her
clothing away and decided she would take a shower before retiring for the
evening. She removed her clothing, her gaff and breast forms, it felt good
to have her growing breasts free of the pressure the forms put on them.
Brenda turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature and stepped
into the shower. As the water cascaded down her body, she wondered just
where this adventure was going. Never in her wildest dreams would she have
thought she would be standing in a shower with water caressing her breasts
and feeling the tightness of her skin as the tissue grew under it and her
areolas grew to the size of her mother's. More disturbing though were the
intensely erotic feelings she was having as her nipples grew hard from the
action of the water on her breasts, Brenda was becoming aroused. She could
feel her penis try to grow hard but the chemicals she had been taking
stopped that from happening, and yet as she caressed her breasts with her
hands, it happened, she came and the fluid ran down her leg as the water
washed it away. Brenda stood and felt the glow of orgasm fill her body,
she loved being a woman.
Brenda finished her shower and dried herself off. She donned a night gown
and then went to find the right something to wear in the morning. She
didn't want to hurry and pick the wrong thing so she took her time. She
found just the right suit to wear, she wanted to make a good impression on
her new employers..
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