A Fresh StartChapter 142 Intelligence
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Bad Intelligence! Bad!
By Saliaven Chronotis
It was another sunny summer day in suburbia. Children were already at
the pool, adults were taking weeks off to go to resorts, the moving men
had been sweating buckets the day before and in one house, a man held
what at first glance might have been a fur coat.
"So, Jake," Damian said, "I hope you understand the plan."
Jake looked up from undoing his belt, "understand, yes. Agree? No.
It's the most harebrained scheme I've ever heard of." He threw his
shirt onto the couch.
Damian held up a hand. "Whoa. I hope you don't intend on changing right
here."
Jake shrugged, "Why not? You're going to have to help me with it."
Damian said, "Yeah. After you've got most of it on."
Jake replied, "Oh yeah, like that's going to be any better." His pants
joined his shirt. "I still say it's a bloody stupid idea."
Damian sighed, "look, we knew that those operatives were going to move
in. That's why we showed up six months ago. The FLCL has been paying
our bills since then and they want results fast. There's no telling how
long they'll be here, and this was the best I could come up with. We
can't let them see us; there's no telling what kind of photographs the
IAS has. We can't trust anyone else to do this for us. They'll be on
their guard for a night raid, but they won't expect us to show up to the
front door with a basket of fruit and a welcome card."
"There are a lot of ways this could go wrong."
Damian walked out of the room, "You couldn't think of a better plan."
Jake sighed, "I wish I could have."
Jake took off the rest of his clothing and began to don his rather
dubious disguise. He looked at the femskin version five and though the
full body female costume aroused him, thinking about how dangerously
stupid its use would be headed off the erection that would have made it
impossible to get on.
He unzipped the back and sat down, first working his legs in until his
feet were fully inside the feet of the suit. With that accomplished, he
smoothed it over his calves and stood up. With a great deal of careful
pulling, smoothing and tugging on the folds, he had the bodysuit over
his thighs and around his waist. Reaching inside, he pulled his penis
back and into the pocket in the crotch. He then began getting his left
hand into that of the suit, and using his newly feminized left to pull
the suit's arm over his right.
Now the suit's breasts were pulling him down, and the arms and legs were
constricting his semi-mannish extremities into a thinner, more feminine
shape. He reached back to pull the zipper up, but couldn't get it to
move a centimeter.
Damian walked in, now sporting the digitigrade back legs, tail and
black-and-white fur of a large husky. He smiled and wolf-whistled.
Jake rolled his eyes, "Get this zipper up, you pervert."
Damian continued to grin, "Yes, madame. Let all your breath out and
hold your gut in." He pulled the zipper, struggling until it reached
Jake's upper back, at which point the zipper slid easily all the way up
Jake's neck.
Jake ran his hands down his sides. "Man this is tight."
Damian replied, "It had better be. You're not exactly curvy." He
circled around and grinned again. "You are now, though."
Jake picked up the mask that had been under the suit and bent over,
letting its long strawberry blonde hair hang down as he worked his head
into it. He lined it up as best he could and smoothed it out before
tucking the bottom of the mask into the neck of the suit.
He walked into the bedroom to check that he had everything on correctly.
Damian followed, his tail wagging, and watched with satisfaction as Jake
started with surprise at his reflection. The suit had done its work as
advertised. Jake had been replaced with a stunningly cute female in her
mid-twenties. Her back-length blonde hair was the only hair on her
athletic body with only a hint of fat.
Jake turned to Damian. "Wow," she said, her voice hinting at a more
mature girl next door, the kind of voice that might have been doing
cheers at high school five years before. She covered her mouth
reflexively and then dropped her hand. She put a hand on her hip,
smiled and said, "I think I'm starting to gain confidence in this plan."
Damian said, "Then let's get you dressed and made up. Then you can help
me finish my own makeover."
"Right," Damian said as he worked on Jake's face, "just enough to
enhance your innocent expression." After finishing he gave Jake his
clothes. Jake looked at Damian as he dressed and coughed, "I note that
you're enjoying this."
Damian smiled, "I bet that if your little man weren't stuck in that
fetching set of female genitals, you'd be having a similar reaction."
Jake looked in the mirror, swallowed at the sight of a girl putting on
underwear and didn't reply immediately. "Is it necessary to wear a
dress? I would have thought that this weather-"
Damian cut her off, "It's light enough. Just above the knee to show off
those legs. Cut deep enough to suggest but not enough to demand. And
the high heeled sandals to lengthen the legs so that the skirt doesn't
have to do all the work. I think it's perfect."
Jake pointed at Damian. "I think you're a sissy."
"That would hurt a lot more if your boobs didn't jiggle when you do
that."
Jake grumbled, "And I might take you more seriously if your tail didn't
wag all the time. I can't wait to get on with the mission. At least
it'll mean you'll have to shut up."
"Having second thoughts?"
Jake picked up Damian's front paws. "Let's get on with it."
Damian held up a hand. "Wait. I want to get the head on first. It'll
be easier." He swung the husky head over his own, his vision restricted
to what could be seen out of the dog's tear ducts. He fiddled with the
jaw until it moved with his own, and tucked the fur into the rest of the
suit. "OK, now." Jake jammed his arms into the front legs of the
husky, the paws themselves terminating the legs several inches below
Damian's arms. Jake secured them, smoothed the fur over the seams and
stepped back. Damian, now looking like a husky walking on his back legs
with his front out straight, bent over until his front paws rested on
the ground. He put some weight on them and began to walk around,
experimenting with his new posture.
As Damian tested sitting on his haunches, Jake snuck behind him and
snapped a collar and leash to him. "OK, let's go."
"I don't need a leash."
"You do if you want to avoid suspicion. I thought that's why you bought
it. I also don't have to tell you not to talk like this."
Damian growled a convincing doggy growl and Jake laughed. "Don't give
me any trouble, young pup, or I'll have you spayed."
Damian whimpered as best he could, then stuck his nose up Jake's skirt.
"Hey!" Jake rapped Damian on the muzzle. "No peeking." She opened the
door. "As I recall, the dog leads."
***
Marie looked out the window wistfully. While Greg was out working, she
had to play the housewife in this boring little burb. She almost hoped
that FLCL operatives would trail her husband back home so she could see
a little action. He'd probably make her stay back so as "not to break
cover." Pig. As if she didn't know that he slept with half the spies
he took in. The female half.
The doorbell rang and she mustered her Betty Crocker demeanor. Just in
case, she checked the peephole, though the odds of anything more
exciting than a neighborhood council violation was remote. Her view was
obscured by a giant basket, and as she watched, the basket moved and a
pretty young woman with a large dog was revealed. Pretty enough and
young enough to entice her husband, no doubt. Hopefully he wouldn't get
home for awhile.
The young woman was obviously nothing more than another wagon in the
welcome caravan. Marie opened the door. "Hi," the girl - Marie found
herself unable to think of this blonde bimbo as a woman - said. "My
name is Ja- Jamie. Welcome to Highcrest."
Marie took the basket and the hand the girl offered next. "Marie.
Would you like to come in?"
Jamie smiled brightly. "I'd love to. I hope you don't mind me bringing
Darryl. He hates it when I leave him at home."
Marie found herself smiling at the girl's perkiness despite herself.
She was obviously just trying to be friendly and couldn't help what she
was. "No, it's fine. He can come in too."
As if he understood them, Darryl barked in a voice that was almost as
perky in its own way as the girl's. Welcome to the suburbs, indeed.
Even the giant dogs were cheerful all the time.
They made smalltalk, the girl seeming nice but not very smart. The dog
had started out sitting alert, but soon had its head on its paws
resting. Marie found herself suspicious of the girl. She sits oddly,
Marie thought, like she's hiding something big in her vagina. And that
dog looks a little weird too. I could swear I've never seen him blink.
Marie shook her head slightly. She was just being paranoid; a trait
that was good in an agent, but bad in a suburban housewife. The girl
looked concerned. "Is there something wrong?"
Marie forced a smile. "No. Just feeling a little lightheaded. I think
I'll get something to drink."
Jamie replied, "Would you mind if I let Darryl roam around a little?
It's not good for him to lie around all the time."
Marie said, "I'd rather not. I just got these carpets."
Jamie smiled, "I understand."
Marie thought she heard Jamie talking as she got her water, and when she
returned, Darryl had his front paws on the chair and his muzzle up
against Jamie's face. Jamie smiled her cheerleader's smile again at
Marie. "Darryl's feeling frisky today. I was just telling him to sit."
Darryl barked as if to corroborate and then sat on his haunches
obediently. Jamie scratched his ears, "who's a good boy, then?" She
looked at Marie, "Would you like to pet him? He doesn't bite."
Marie gingerly ran her hand over the dog's body. He tensed slightly,
then relaxed under her petting. Marie smiled. "He's a nice dog."
Jamie nodded, "Thanks. I trained him myself."
Marie sighed inwardly. The girl seemed totally innocent, but now that
her internal alarms were raised, she'd have to do something. The
easiest thing would be to let the Pig handle it. He always said he knew
a spy in bed, and it seemed the least harmful way to do this. As she
thought this, the door opened and the Pig entered. Marie forced herself
to smile again and stood to embrace her supposed husband. "Welcome
home, dear," she said. "I was just talking to this nice young lady who
came to welcome us to the neighborhood. Jamie, this is Larry. My
husband." She pretended to look at the clock and be startled. "Oh
dear. I have to go do errands. It was nice meeting you, Jamie. I
hope we can talk more another day. I'll probably be a couple of hours."
As she passed the Pig, she whispered, "Code green, but check her out
anyway. Easy mark for you."
Larry smiled his panty-melting smile and bent to kiss Jamie on the hand,
"charmed, my dear."
Pig.
***
Jake tried not to fidget in his chair as Larry kissed his hand. It had
been bad enough sitting on his little man without some bloke coming onto
him. Damian hadn't been happy with the way he'd been handling things so
far, but he didn't think it was a good idea to make a move yet.
He'd been so concerned about where this was going that he hadn't noticed
Marie leave or Larry come back with champagne until it had been pressed
into his hand. Larry gave him another smile that taxed Jake's willpower
not to roll his eyes at. "You're a quiet one," Larry said in an overly
smooth voice.
Jake gave him another of those little-girl smiles that this body was so
good at. "I'm just a little overwhelmed. I didn't expect this much
hospitality just because I was welcoming you to the neighborhood."
Larry sipped his drink. "I value a good neighbor a lot. I really do."
Boy was Damian on point with this outfit. Jake thought. This guy will
try to get in the pants of any female he sees. Jake pretended to sip
his own drink while coyly looking at Larry under his eyelashes. "I hope
your intentions are honorable. You're a married man, after all."
Larry got up and sat on the arm of Jake's chair. "Don't worry about
that, my dear. Marie won't mind what she doesn't know about." He
leaned over and kissed her ear, "we have plenty of time."
***
Damian saw his chance. While Larry was putting the moves on his
partner, Damian quietly padded out of the room in search of the
documents they'd been sent to collect. He was concerned at first that
Jake would blow it and he wouldn't have enough time to search properly.
He started hearing noises from the living room that suggested that he
had all the time he needed and that if Jake was blowing something, it
wasn't their cover.
His job was complicated by the restriction on his vision and that he
didn't dare walk on two legs for fear of offhanded discovery. Still, he
wasn't on the job long before he spotted the safe in the basement. He
quietly locked the door and sat down at the desk, looking very odd with
his front paws stuck out on the desk and his tail sticking out a gap in
the back. He struggled out of those paws and then took of the head.
He'd need full sight and both his hands to get the safe open. Before he
began, he wiped his face with some napkins he'd grabbed in the costume's
mouth as he'd gone through the kitchen. Being a husky was hot work. He
listened to the clamor upstairs and decided that being a decoy was just
as bad.
***
"You have very smooth skin," Larry murmured, running his hand over
Jamie's leg.
"Mmm," she sighed.
Larry's hand wandered up and began to play with her hair. "You're a
great girl."
Jamie smiled, "You're a wonderful man."
Larry's finger trailed up Jamie's spine, stopping on an odd bump. Jamie
tensed and Larry said, "What, babe?"
Jamie turned over. "Sorry. I don't like to be touched there."
Larry smiled, "Don't worry. One little mole on a body like this, and
under your hair too. It just illustrates the perfection of the rest of
you." To demonstrate, he began to run his hands over her entire body.
Jamie snuggled into his chest. "Thanks for understanding."
Larry put his arm around Jamie's shoulders, "I should be thanking you."
***
Damian heard the click and swung the safe open. He went through each
page inside carefully, making sure they weren't a counterfeit. They
weren't; these were the FLCL papers he was after. There was no
photocopier not that it mattered anyway. Half the reason the IAS wanted
him to do this was to tweak the FLCL's nose. There wasn't a thing they
could do even if they knew about the theft, and it meant taking two
operatives out of the field, maybe permanently.
Damian shoved the papers into one handpaw, securing it to his arm with
his free hand. He then put the dog's head back on and the other front
paw as best he could. He smoothed it out with the dog's muzzle and
hoped that no one would look too closely. Nor listen too much to the
tiny rustle of the pages with each step of his right front paw.
He trotted into the living room and took a moment to savor the sight of
his partner in the muscular arms of agent P. It looked like things were
heating up again, and he debated on whether to let things take their
course. No; best to get going quickly. He barked once, the signal that
the mission was successful.
***
Jake was resigning himself to another round when Damian gave him the all
clear. He took the man's hand off of his breast and smiled
apologetically. "Sorry, lover. That's Darryl telling me we have to go.
I don't want him doing anything to your carpets."
Agent P smiled back. "Oh well. We had plenty of good times anyway."
He kissed Jake lingeringly and Jake reciprocated. It hadn't been hard
to feign arousal at first. The idea of making out with a man while he
was dressed as a female excited Jake. Still, by now it was all fake;
agent P had proved to be physically impressive but a total bore
otherwise. He summoned up ardor by pretending P was someone else.
Getting up, Jake collected his underthings and began to put them on.
Agent P stood behind him, making things difficult with his advances.
Jake turned around. "Come on, lover. You know I have to do. Besides,
your wife will be home soon."
P sighed. "I guess, babe. Here, let me help you get dressed."
Jake was surprised to find Agent P actually helping him along, and soon
enough he was clipping the lead to Damian's collar. He hoped that Agent
P didn't notice that it was now on backwards. Deciding to give P
something to think about and possibly slow down his discovery of their
theft, Jake turned around at the door, flicked his hair and smiled
invitingly. "I hope I get to see you again soon," he said in his most
seductive voice. Agent P was obviously affected.
***
"She didn't feel like any spy I've ever had," the Pig protested.
Marie rolled her eyes. "This is your ass on the line, Pig. That blonde
bimbo managed to get away with all our documents. You can explain how
you failed to the FLCL."
"Me?" the Pig complained. "You're the one who gave me code green."
Marie smiled coldly. "And you're the one who insists that I leave the
house while you 'work.' You're the one who was here when we were
robbed. And you're the one who gave her the OK and let her go." She
turned and muttered to herself, "I hope I never get assigned to you
again. And I hope I never see another husky or another cheerleader."
***
They returned by a path that meandered as much as the way they'd come,
Damian still playing the eager pup and Jake the cute and perky twenty-
something. As soon as Jake had locked the door behind them, Damian
pulled his front paws off along with his head and sank into a chair
fanning himself.
Jake took his clothes off more slowly. Once he was down to nothing but
the suit, he made a face. "This suit is going to need a good scrubbing
before it feels clean. So will I."
Damian said, "You got the more unpleasant job, I admit."
Jake summoned a smile and sashayed over to Damian. Sitting in his lap,
Jake said, "I love the feel of fur on my skin. I could so do you right
now."
Damian smiled and Jake grabbed his crotch. Jake leaned over, blew into
Damian's ear and then whispered, "Too bad I've already filled my
insertion quota for the day. Next time I get to be the dog." Jake got
up and walked out of the room with an exaggerated sway.
Damian sighed and began to take the dog suit off. It would need some
alterations and scent treatments. The next job included an older woman
who took in battered wives. Her main security precaution was a rather
large male husky. Damian loved killing two birds with one stone. He
figured he wouldn't tell Jake until he was already locked into the
costume. It wouldn't do to have it come off while Spike was playing.
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