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Thousand of feelings crossed my mind at the moment Mom and I walk out
from the elevator in the mall. What I had thought as an ordinary trip to
the mall turned out to be my first solo assignment. Can I nail this
mission? Fear, doubt thrill and excitement mixed together in my head,
creating an uneasy feeling. I tried to keep Kimberly's bubbly expression
intact. I had to maintain her beaming gaze.
This was not the first time I went to the mall as Kimberly. I spent many
times here with her gangs: Verena, Odette and Amber. Usually we went to
several boutiques for window shopping and then watching movies.
Afterwards we hung out at the corner of Starbucks in the 2nd floor,
chatting and gossiping. Off course, these girls didn't have the
slightest idea that for several past weeks, Kimberly Goldman was not
really herself. How could they know? Kimberly acted exactly like
Kimberly: the girl with her whiny voice who was a bit nerdy but
surprisingly wise and motherly.
I recalled the last time we were here, two weeks ago. It was quite
emotional. Odette had just learned about her parents' divorce. We spent
the whole Sunday afternoon in the coffee shop, consoling her. We hugged
each other and cried together. I even delivered her a long speech - with
eyes full of tears- about never giving up her dreams.
The four of us stayed over in Odette's place that night. We slept
together in her bed, clad only in our nightclothes. I was lucky that I
wore my breast pad and special underwear which hid my throbbing
erection. They were clueless. I took that chance to immerse deeper into
my persona. After several hours, I managed to put aside my horny thought
and just fell asleep as Kimberly. It was indeed a triumph for me.
But now, I found it quite difficult to concentrate. This assignment
reminded me that I was not only Kimberly Goldman but an agent in
mission. I guessed this is why there are not many agents like us on the
field. The pressure of maintaining dual lives required some degree of
mental focus. Inside the bag that Kimberly Goldman was clutching, was a
mask of Samantha Hoist, a name that I just heard ten minutes ago when
Ronny told me at the parking space. I didn't know anything about her.
And in one hour, I had to be her and do whatever the agency asked me to
do.
There were several people strolling at the ground floor. Most of them
are housewives and rich girls who didn't have anything to do and decided
to spend their afternoon to shop around. Just like what Ronny Cho and I
did now. The difference was what appeared as two attractive and
seductive ladies, were actually two guys under elaborate disguises. I
also noticed that some guys checked us out. Did they know that they were
drooling at us?
"Relax, honey," Mom whispered to me. I responded her only with a wry
smile.
We were walking throughout the corridor of the mall. From the reflection
of the windows, I saw how Mom and I looked similar. We share many facial
features: Blue eyes, curvy nose and chubby face. Mom's lips are fuller
than mine and her chin was more pronounced, making her smile even more
bewitching.
For a woman at her age, Mom's definitely a hottie. The sleeveless white
turtleneck that framed her slender torso and perky tits showed this
clearly. Her pencil skirt also accentuated her luscious derriere.
Whenever her friends complimented her physique, Mom would say that she
got it by spending hours doing exercise. She would sometimes thank her
yoga instructor and diet books for teaching how to keep her figure.
Little did they know that all of these were achieved because of Ronny
Cho's acting prowess and his high tech bodysuit.
My thoughts were quickly fading away as I felt Mom wrapped her right
hand around my shoulder and rubbed my bare skin with her delicate arm.
She tilted her head toward mine. Her blonde hair, styled in tight bun,
bump my temple gently.
"Ouch, Mom." I grinned to her. I let a playful smile beamed out
Kimberly's visage. Mom chuckled. I knew that Ronny just wanted to
distract my nerves.
"You hang out here quite often, don't you?" She said to me casually.
I just nodded several times and grimaced. I felt my pony tail jiggled.
Mom looked at me and shook her head. Then she suddenly lowered her hand
and tickled my waist, making me jump and gasp.
"Mom, don't do that," I showed her my pouty face. She hid her chuckle
and turned her face toward some shops around us, pretending innocent. I
just snorted and rolled me eyes. "Mom" could be really childish
sometimes.
Ronny really know how to react to "his daughter". He had successfully
created the exact rendition of Miranda Goldman's cool mom mode. His act
is so measured and accurate. No excessive and unnecessary movements.
Deep inside I knew that he really tried to make me comfortable. This
stuff was a thing that I did not learn in the class during my training
as disguise specialist: how to interpret subtle interactions among
agents while going undercover.
As we passed the fountain in the center of the mall, I observed my
surroundings. This was standard procedure for special
agents/impersonators. We were trained to immediately profile our
environment and imagine possible scenarios. Being undercover, an agent
was supposed to accomplish his tasks while keeping his act together. For
example, we need to know where the exit door, spots where we send
messages communication, people that we can impersonate or manipulate to
reach our goal.
Even though I already spent weeks being Kimberly Goldman at school, I
could not avoid feeling nervous. It seemed to me that this mall was like
a labyrinth, filled of surprises and sudden encounters.
I did realize that anytime, I could accidently bump into somebody who
knew Kimberly. What would I do if I met her childhood friends? Somebody
she knew in some camp during her early teens? Or even from elementary
school and kindergarten? The dossiers I had studied about Kimberly did
not cover all of these details.
Before joining the Ron and Virginia as the only daughter of Bruce and
Miranda Goldman, I had spent weeks drowning under tons of papers,
slides, clips, photos and recordings of Kimberly Goldman. I memorized
all of the names of her high school friends, teacher and staffs.
Kimberly was one of the most popular students. She was quite active in
the school paper and even though she didn't make into the cheerleader
squad, she still keep good friendship with those pom-pom girls. In her
sophomore year, she basically knew everyone in Lake Morgan High School.
I knew that from this moment on, I could not make any fault in my
Kimberly impersonation. I never imagined that I had to disguise as two
women in one day. One persona was already demanding enough. I wonder how
Ronny did this.
Ronny Cho, under his disguised as Miranda Goldman, did not seem to share
my angst. He acted out the disguise flawlessly as he had been always the
real Miranda. From the way he held his handbag, the way he tilted and
moved his head, the way he glided on her black boots. It was just the
real thing.
"Watch your step, Kimberly." She told me. I realized immediately that I
had changed my way of walking. My stride was a bit chunky and oddly,
mannish. For a second, I was out of character. I changed my pace at once
into Kimberly's girly footsteps. It was quite subtle and I bet nobody
would notice that. But an agent with keen eyes might spot this and get
suspicious.
"Thanks, Mom."
Mom lips formed a curve while she was sighing.
"A girl should act and walklike a girl."
We were approaching "Baroness Frieda". It's Miranda's favorite boutique.
As we enter the shop, Hugo, the manager embraced us.
"Welcome Mrs. Goldman. Hi, Kimberly" Hugo was what I called a typical
metrosexual guy with a slight feminine manner. He dressed in a nice
business suit with a yellow tie. A pink-framed glasses hung on his
pointy nose. He shaved clean his head and kept his whiskers.,
"How are you, chico? " Mom hugged him. They exchanged besos. After that
it was my turn. Hugo praised my mom's looks. Mom just laughed. They
were holding hands together like teenagers while complimenting each
other. Watching this small ritual between Hugo and his best costumer, I
could not help rolling my eyes.
"Kimberly, look at you, Angel. You are stunning. I love that skirt. It's
fierce."
"Thanks, Hugo." I winked.
"Kimberly needs a dress. We have to attend a function. I want her to
look ladylike just for tonight."
"I guess that this skirt is not ladylike enough," I said with my
Kimberly whiny tone.
"Come on, Kimberly. Your mom just wants you to look ravishing," said
Hugo as he walked to dresses hanging at a cabinet near him. "I will make
you the most beautiful debutante. Promise. But first, you have to lose
that ponytail."
"Listen to what Hugo says, darling," Mom told me. I just shrugged. Like
how Kimberly would react under such situation.
"You know what Kimberly? From time to time I saw you walking around the
mall with your friends. But you never drop by just to hello to your
uncle Hugo," he said.
"I'm sorry Hugo. Next time I'll certainly come by," I giggled.
"And how's daddy, honey?" he asked me.
"Bruce is fine, Hugo." Mom answered.
"Send my kisses to your hunky man, will you Miranda?"
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Mom teased him. He responded with
laughter.
Mom and Hugo continued joking with each other. Hugo gave me a cute black
dress with V-neckline, drop waist and white ruffle skirt. This is quite
sexy for Kimberly. I fell in love with the dress instantly. Although,
with this revealing dress, I noticed that I'd need to wear my special
underwear to avoid any "flaw".
I went to the fitting room. , I saw my reflection. I was Kimberly
Goldman. Sixteen years old. I like watching animes. I am a good swimmer
and a fan of spicy foods. I prefer Mexican than Thai cuisine. I would
like to work in advertising or publishing someday. I like boys like my
dad: hardworking, charismatic but funny. These are the some words that I
kept repeating to sustain my impersonation. Simple stuffs full of
suggestive powers.
I stripped off my white halter top and my blue skirt which hid my
breast-form. I was topless. My tits looked real. Kimberly's tits: small,
round with smooth skin and pink nipples. My member fitted snugly into
Kimberly's underwear. As Kimberly, I found It was strange and funny that
I had an "additional" organ. I rubbed the fabric of my underwear and I
could feel it started to spring up. I smile my Kimberly's smile.
"Ups...easy son, easy," I whispered with my own voice, temporarily
breaking out the character. I blinked several times, batting her
natural thick eyelashes and becoming Kimberly once again.
I loosed the pony tail. I let Kimberly's honey blonde hair feel and
swept my shoulder blade. My hands traced my face, checking if there was
any wrinkle in my delicate face. The mask was perfect. Nothing is
wrong. My fingers traced my hair. I can smell the scent of mint from
Kimberly's- my- favorite brand of shampoo.
I lifted the dress and slid my body inside it. The dress suited me well.
I twirled my body, playing with the flow of the dress against my body. I
also tried several expressions and gestures. I felt the dress grew
inside it. Hugo was right. I did look amazing in this dress.
I remembered about the mask inside my handbag. I opened it and peeked
inside. There was indeed a mask. I took it out and held it in my hand.
Samantha Hoist's empty eyes stared back at me. I could tell that she's
beautiful. She wasn't chubby like Kimberly, though. She had pointy nose,
thin lips and almond eyes. Her hair was dark brown and short. I also
found a cat-eyes glasses. I imagined she's a professional,
businesswoman-type who liked to work hard and play hard. Soon I would
give this face a life, a soul.
I could still hear Mom's chat with Hugo. Ron really did his homework
well. He knew how to bend Miranda's character according to with whom she
was talking to. He put forward Miranda's lively and gossipy persona,
diverting slightly from her usual cool-mother-wannabe act. With gay guy
like Hugo, she dropped her housewife mode and went into girlish mode. I
could only wonder the excitement Ron felt as he perfectly adopted
various range of Miranda's character in front of Hugo. Is his penis
throbbing inside?
"Kimberly, are you done there?" Mom asked. Her voice cooed melodiously,
snapping me back into my Kimberly mode.
I stepped out of the fitting room with my pouty face.
"Skirt makes me old." I hissed, showing my disapproval. This was how
Kimberly would behave whenever she was defending her tomboy style, part
of her "rebellious" side of having such a feminine mother.
I saw Hugo's jaw dropped as he saw me. I acted like I did not care about
my look. "Oh my Gawd, Kimberly. You are ab-so-lu-te-ly beautiful. This
is the dress."
I just frowned and curled the corner of my lips, murmuring indistinctly.
Meanwhile I noticed that Mom was staring at me with a slight of pride in
her eyes. I could read Hugo's worried expression. He was hopeful that
Kimberly would like the dress. Hugo turned his face to my mom who was
standing near a counter full of woman's accessories. She winked and
nodded at him.
"We take this one, Hugo."
Hugo was beaming. "Trust me, Kimberly. You won't be disappointed. Oh I
don't know why, but I feel excited, Miranda."
"Mom" just giggled and bobbed her head. Ronny Cho put his Miranda's
funny face on. I faked an annoyed sigh, turned around, went inside the
fitting room and quickly removed the dress. Hugo asked Mom if she'd like
another dress for her. But she said that she still already had a dress
to wear tonight.
"You'd better pull it off, Kimberly." Mom later said as she gave her
credit card to Hugo.
"Yup, Mom. Don't worry. Bye Hugo," I waved to him and just went out the
shop casually.
"Teens..." I heard Hugo whispered to my Mom.
"I know..." Mom replied. Before she left, they hugged and exchanged
another series of besos.
Outside, Mom guided me to the 5rd floor, where her favorite salon was.
We took the elevator. When the door opened, we found that it was empty.
"So tell me, Grasshopper. Do you like the dress?" Ronny asked me with
her flat accented voice.
"Totally loved it," I replied with my real voice. I noticed that my
Kimberly smile appeared differently whenever I broke out her character.
Somehow it looked less girly. "Thanks, Ron."
"Remember, you still have a mission to do."
His words sent shivers to my entire body. I became tensed as the
pressure in my brain mounted.
"You can do it," he said.
"Is there any additional info I should know?"
"Well, the mask is already in your bag and Samantha has the same
measurement as Kimberly so you don't need any physical adjustment. How
about the voice? Can you do it?"
"I am working on it," I answered with using Samantha's contralto that I
heard in the car.
"Don't forget the accent."
I cleared my throat, trying to recall Samantha's slight german accent.
""How about her gestures? Her backstory? Man, you shouldn't put me in
the dark like this," I replied - this time with better punctuation of my
Samantha's voice.
On the fourth floor the elevator stopped. As the door opened, we saw two
guys who closely resembled each other - father and son - stepped in.
They were carrying a bit bags full of sport wear and tools. Both were a
bit surprised that they had walked into two beautiful ladies. Ronny and
I quickly switched into our personas. I relaxed my gesture and let
Kimberly back in. Ron seemed to do it without any effort.
"Going down?" said the father.
"Fifth floor," Mom answered, pointing her finger upward.
The young one -face full of zits - could not hid his astonishment as
he saw me. I threw my gaze away from him, but I let a vague inviting
smile out of the corner of my lips sending a mixed signal that would
drive geeks like him wild. The boy blushed wildly, making his zits even
redder.
"Okay, we can hop along," said the father. We cleared the way for them
and moved in front of the elevator's door, standing in front of them.
"Shopping around, eh?" the older man asked awkwardly.
"Yeah," Mom turned to him. She skillfully moved her shoulder while
beaming a sincere smile. This gesture created an elusive sexy flirt. I
could confirm that by noticing how the old man gulped and licked his
lips as he checked mom's smoking-hot figure.
That gave me an idea. I pretended I was losing my balance. I slightly
tripped and leaned my body to the elevator's wall. While I was doing
this, I "accidently" touched the zit-boy's crotch.
"Sorry," I said, using my cutest Kimberly's woo. I let a thin layer of
pinky blush washed my cheek. The mask was so fucking real that it could
produce even the most complex facial expression.
We reached the fifth floor. As I stepped out I could heard both father
and son uttered a deep sigh. Mom and I threw a glance each other in a
meaningful way. I knew that those two sad losers were still enjoying our
ass as we walked away.
I realized that this disguise technology was really powerful. In the
right hand, it could be a tool to control the world. No wonder that our
existence was so secretive. I imagined there were some world leaders who
actually an agent in disguise, making decisions on behalf of our
nations' interest. How many political candidates, congressmen and first
ladies we could replace and control? However I knew first hand that it
took a really seasoned and skillful agent - like Ronny or Virginia - to
execute to perfectly impersonate these people, knowing that they are
highly popular. I was excited as I thought the possibilities abounded
under these scenarios.
As we walked into the hair salon, I realized that I still didn't know
anything about my mission. Our discussion in the elevator was
interrupted by those two guys. My thought went to the mask inside my
bag. Without much information, how can I impersonate this woman? I
didn't want to fail this assignment. I would be humiliating. I knew that
Ron was a good mentor. I trusted him. If he was sure , then that means
that I had the ability to pull this off.
The hairdresser, a fat Asian lady called Wanda asked us sit on the
chair. Mom untied her bun and let her platinum blonde hair cascaded. She
took a woman's magazine and started flipping the page casually. I was
sitting on the next chair beside her, watching the reflection of my
face. I noticed that my nervousness had clouded Kimberly's cute visage.
The second hairdresser, Josh, a guy clad in tight purple shirt and
tight jeans approached me and start to comb my hair. I stared at "Mom's"
face in the mirror, screaming with my eyes. Please don't let me fail
this mission, Ron.
Seconds later, Mom lifted her head and turned her head to me.
"Kimberly, would you like to read magazines?" She asked. Her eyes
flickered with mock-curiosity.
I shook my head. I let a sad smile hanging in my face.
"Not in the mood? How about music? Here, you can listen to my iPod."
She slithered her hand inside her handbag and handed me the gadget.
Kimberly actually had her own iPod, but I forgot to bring it with me.
I glanced at Josh and he said he didn't have any problem with me
listening to the music while he worked on my hair. I took the iPod and
put the earphone on. I scrolled down, looking music that Kimberly
liked. Mom's collection was mostly the music of 90s, outdated stuff like
Mariah Carey's early albums or Spice Girls. Then, my eyes stucked on a
playlist entitled "Grasshopper." This immediatly put my curiosity on. I
pressed the play button. And instead of music, I heard a familiar woman
voice.
Virginia Mendez.
Daddy.
"Good afternoon, Agent. This is the standard briefing for your next
assignment..."
to be continued?
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Author's note: I tried to make do some plotting for this story, however
I found that I kept diverting out of my original plan. When I began
writing this chapter, I didn't know that Kimberly and Miranda would
encounter Hugo and the guys in the elevator. I just followed my gut and
let the character played the scenes. I realized this way of writing is a
bit risky. But I can't help it. I also didn't edit this chapter. Thus, I
apologize for the mistakes and inconsistencies in this piece. Is there
any writer from whom I can learn how to make my storytelling skills
better?
As always, I appreciate any critic, suggestion, advice and reference to
improve my writing. Special thanks to the past reviewers.
Maris
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