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"Just a reminder, Grasshopper. This is your boss speaking...,"Mendez's
statement was cordial. Her voice though, was stern and commanding.
There was no doubt. The accent and the inflection. It was all hers.
Virgina Mendez. Even though I've spent several months with her as my
"father", I rarely heard her speaking with her real voice. Usually she
only addressed me under her guise of Bruce Goldman, the father of
Kimberly Goldman, the cute 17-year-old whose identity I currently
possessed.
I gulped. The iPod on my hand slipped out of my hand. I caught the wire
and snapped it up before it hit the floor. Waves of adrenaline rushed
through my blood. I shivered as shudders crawled on my neck to my face,
which was covered by the disguise of Kimberly Goldman, hiding my true
visage.
And then, for a second, everything went into slow motion...
For a second, a shade of anxiety was reflected on the face in the mirror
in front of me. I saw my face - Kimberly's face- was blushing. I could
see a strange expression appear on her face. A dread expression that was
too weird to be on the face on a teenage girl.
I panicked. My reaction was reflected in Kimberly's visage. For a
moment, it appeared that she had lost her innocence and became a
different woman. A dangerous and griveous one. I bet any of friend who
saw that expression would think that she was not her usual self.
In the mirror's reflection, I saw my handler/mom - Ronny Cho/Miranda
Goldman - laughing and joking with the guy who styled her hair. His
stolen face was calm and his borrowed manner was perfectly Miranda's. He
clearly knew what was happening to me but pretending like he/she didn't
have any idea.
I immediately refocused my mental effort to fight my nerves. My blue
eyes blinked several times as I recalled "Kimberly" back. I breathed
deeply and straightened my position on the arm chair while biting my
lip hard. I instantly knew what was coming to me.
"Shit, a noise", I screamed in my mind.
As an aspiring disguise specialist, this was not the first time I
experienced ?noise" in my training. A "Noise" happened when an agent
failed to manage his impersonation due to a psychological factor. Any
sudden emotional fluctuation, such as excitement, terror or anger can
short-sircuited the agent's control over the disguise and for a while
his personality and his disguised one would merge, creating a weird
sensation.
"Damn, don't lose her, dude," I thought, trying to calm my drumming
heartbeat.
"What's wrong, Kimberly?" Josh asked me.
Still in slow motion.
I caught a glimpse of Miranda's smile to me. Deep inside I knew that
beneath the mask, Ron was not really happy with the way I handled this
sudden briefing.
Then, I felt my hearbeat slowed down. It's a signal that Kimberly
Goldman's mental image returning. The images I had built in my mind
from months and months of research. This unique sensation crept through
my consciousness as I regained Kimberly's persona ....
"Nothing," I managed to shake my head and gave him a smirk. Josh
couldn't detect the increasing angst in my voice
Even though the whole fiasco happened for only thirty seconds, it seemed
like hours to me. I sighed, trying to regain my composure. I blinked my
Kimberly eyes several times, feeling the her lashes brushed my skin
lightly. This mask was so advanced, allowing me to experience being
Kimberly Goldman to the details.
"Calm down, girl. It's just me," said the gravelly voice in the other
line.
She knew. Somehow Mendez could see what happened in this salon. There
must be a camera around. Instinctively, I glanced around and scanned
Miranda's..Ron's attire and accessories. Sometimes disguise agents
equipped themselves with supporting devices to spy and gather
information. The camera could be installed in the handle of her handbag.
"Don't bother looking, grasshopper! I can see and hear you alright,"
said Mendez. "Just listen. You're here for a mission. So stay focus and
stay as Kimberly!"
It's not easy to maintain Kimberly's bubbly personality while being
briefed for a solo mission . However I have to create this illusion. I
had to ensure that Josh was clueless about what's really happening
inside the head of the girl whose hair he was currently styling.
"As Ron had told you before, you're going to don a new identity for this
task as Samantha Hoist. She's a radio announcer and a political
activist with ties to many extremist groups. You're going to meet one
of her contacts today at Frazetta's an italian restaurant in 7th floor
of the western part of the mall. His name is Igor Valentine. You might
know him from our database."
I was full ears right now. Igor Valentine was an ex-arms dealer. After
spending 7 years in federal prison, the government released him and last
time I checked, he hadn't been involved in the business of weapon since.
What's his business with Samantha Hoist? I felt my head was gettting
heavier with tons of questions, even though outside, my Kimberly face
appeared satisfied by the way Josh handled my blonde hair.
Mendez voice "Now, finish your business with the hairstylist and head
out to the western mall through the skywalk. Go to the nearest ladies
room, second toilet from the door. There's a packet for you. Just do it
like the drill and the rest will run automatically. That's all for now.
Good luck grasshopper."
Click. Mendez voice was heard no more. I got a mission to accomplish.
Let's begin, then. But first...
"You're good, Josh. " I let my girly voice out, while slightly bobbing
my head. I gave Josh an wide, approving smile. Letting him now that
"Kimberly" was satisfied with his job. "I really really like it."
Josh blushed a bit and blinked his eyes several times. "Thanks, Kim
honey".
My hair was not a bit shorter and somehow slight improvement had made
my face younger and fresh.
"Kimberly, your hair is very pretty like this," Mom interjected. "Job
well done, Josh."
Ron knew that I already received the instruction from Mendez. Using her
mom persona as Miranda Goldman, he tried to create a way for me to leave
the salon and get my job done.Subtly - using his motherly tone - he just
asked Josh to stop doing my hair.
I knew the right way to take his bait.
I turned my head to hear, and grinning mischievously.
"Mom, could you give some money? I want to buy stuffs for my friend's
birthday next month."
Ron rolled his eyes and I saw Miranda's annoyed face. Ron had to act in
his role as my "mom".
"Are you sure this is for your friend. Or is it for Dan? Are you buying
something for him?"
"Mo-om, that's not your business." I said to her, breaking the 'mom'
word into two syllables. From the mirror in front of me, I played
Kimberly's facial muscles, contorted them, showing my faux-irritated
expression.
"Okay, okay.. here's 100 bucks. Just don't buy anything weird. Promise?"
I didn't say anything. Not even thanking Ron. I just winked at her and
stuck my tongue out. Josh giggled while helping me get up from the
chair. Mom let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head.
I strutted , feeling happy over my slight makeover. But after five steps
away , I suddenly turned back and dashed to Ron's seat and landed him a
kiss on the cheek of his Miranda's mask..
"Thank you, Mom," I whispered.
Her eyes widened, full of surprise. Her cheeks reddened. Miranda was
blushing as if she was actually the daughter whom got an unexpected
kiss from her mom in public.
"Awww," I heard Josh uttered his amazement on the little improvisation I
pulled off toward Ron, my handler or my mom, Miranda Goldman, to other
people.
Seconds later I already walked across the mall to the western section.
Kimberly's new haircut jiggled, tickling my neck. I loved the
sensation. As I was strolling, I could glimpsed my vague reflection in
the display windows of shops after shops.
For the outside world, I look like a typical teenage girl in every malls
in this country. A blond, blue eyed chick sauntering without no
apparent destination, doing window shopping while flaunting her cute
chubby face and petite smoking body to the eyes of the guys.
However inside, the only thing that I felt was this rush. My heartbeat
pounded as questions and expectations echoed in my mind. I was heading
for my first solo mission as a disguise expert. And I don't have a
complete information on my target and my task. This is crazy. As I
dragged my feet to the seventh floor and continued heading to the
skywalk which connecting the easter and western mall.
I recalled the drills I had learned in disguise trainings. I remember
the SOP stages I need to do in this situation. However, I knew that I
still need to prepare for surprises.
Let's hope that the package in the toilet will give me better tools and
clues.
Normally an agent is only asked to impersonate one subject at a time in
order to ensure a smooth character projection. More disguises usually
mean more agents.
In the ideal situation, disguise experts have to be ready whenever the
circumstances require them to switch disguises immediately. A very
well-trained agent usually can endure two or three disguises in one
mission. Virginia Mendez - currently Bruce Goldman, Kimberly's father -
was a legend. One of the story I knew was about something called "the
Paramour Project".
It has been rumoured that in this one mission,Virginia Mendez
impersonated the wife of a corrupt and homophobe congressman. In
addition, she also masked as his estranged daughter, his gay lover and
the congressman's own mother. On one occasion she even posed as a
renowned journalist and anchor woman who went on air and announced the
congressman corruption scandal to the public, bringing his political
career down and sent him straight to federal prison. The dimwit never
had any idea what really happened to him.
The funny part was, after exposing the scandal, she appeared in
interviews disguise as the journalist and - through the magic of editing
- questioned the the wife and daughter whose character was played by
Mendez herself, complete with the fake tears, sobs and cries of women
betrayed by an evil husband and father. The interview was hailed as the
best interview of the year and won one prestigious award. It was a
nasional sensation. I myself remembered watching the video of award
ceremony when the faux journalist came to the celebration with her
lesbian partner, a scandinavian blond whom I knew later to Ronny Cho
under an elaborate bodysuit .
Mendez went further. After finished with the poor corrupt congressman,
she donned another disguise as the gay partner of an aspiring politician
who replaced the corrupt one and acted behing the stage in pushing the
emancipation of gays in political scene. At that time, Mendez and Ron
were also using masking technology to become many important politicians'
wives, fiancees, hookers, old flames and lovers , creating romantic
love stories, doing countless of blowjobs and also getting their asses
fucked by hundreds of dicks. By doing so, they created a "relaxing
state of mind" among the representatives . Subtly and subconsciously,
this effort helped many important and historical regulations passed by
the congress.
It was indeed a strange year for national politics. But it was also a
defining year that showed to the intelligence community how powerful
disguise experts can be.
It would be years before I could do what my seniors had achieved. I was
so lucky that these seniors took me under their wings. Even though I
only posed as "their" daughter and act as a supporting player in a time
which seemed like a hiatus or "in-between-mission" period.
More than any of this, I enjoyed living my life as Kimberly. Being
young and pretty. However cheesy and shallow the life I possessed, I
enjoyed every second of it. I loved flirting with guys on the beach,
singing karaokes with my gangs and having Dan as my "on and off"
boyfriend.
I reached the end of the Skywalk and turned left to the ladies room.
When I reached the door, somebody emerged out of the men's room and
semed to be taken aback when his eyes met mine. It was Nick Emerson,
Kimberly's geeky classmates. I was so in tune with Kimberly's persona
and life that it was easy for me to improvise my character accordingly.
Nick was a typical geek. You know, the one who wears t-shirt with Iron
Man's picture on it, baseball cap and baggy jeas. He had a crush on
Kimberly. I knew it since my early days as Kimberly. My parents - or in
this context - my handlers gave me a smart-cameras which I put in my
bag and clothes. These cameras recorded my surroundings to examine and
inform my handlers if there was any suspicion toward the new "Kimberly
Goldman". Suffice to say that my disguise was perfect since day one.
However, Ron made a remark about the way Nick Emerson behaved to me as
Kimberly was suggesting that he had a crush on my persona. Ron told me
to take notice on it.
"Hi, Nick. What's up?" I flashed him a smile. As Kimberly, I never
smiled at him in school due to the policy me and my gang have on geeks
and nerds which vaguely goes like this: "Never smile at them, it will
give them hope"
"Um..just got back from the book store." He stuttered. This unexpected
meeting really made him nervous. "What're you doing here?" he bit his
lips and aimlessly touched his nose.
"Geez, Nick. This is a mall, off course I'm shopping. Why do you think
I'm here? Doing a secret mission?" I blurted.
"Yeah.. sure...sure, " he continued to stammer. I thought I still had
some seconds to waste before I went inside and change my disguise. So I
decided to "torture" him.
"So, did you buy any comic?" I asked. I projected a little bit of
authorative tone in my voice. To emphasis my "social status" over his.
It was becoming more awkward for him. I knew he felt that Kimberly
looked down on him due to his nerd style and hobbies.
"Yeah, the new issue of Batman is out," he tried to hide the plastic bag
on his hand behind his legs.
"I'm more into, like, manga and anime, " I told him even though he
didn't ask for that. He was too busy feeling anxious. My comment about
the manga and anime didn't help him any better, due to the stern whiny
tone I let out when I said that, giving an impression that I consider
his hobby less hip than Kimberly's.
It's just a classic boy and girl banter .
"I heard you going back with Dan Harris," he suddenly said. He tried to
broke this clumsy moment but then realized that it just made things
worse.
"Yes, Dan. Why do you ask that?" I asked him back in coyly manner. He
was now completely speechless. I knew I have sweated him a bit. He tried
to avoid looking at me and gazed at the floor but his eyes went to my -
Kimberly's white legs exposed by the skirt I was wearing. I decided to
end his agony.
"Ok, Nick, I have to go fix my makeup," I pointed to the ladies room.
"See you in school."
I winked and gave him a small wave and then went inside. As I closed the
door, I heard he uttered a heavy sigh, relieved that I let him go alive.
When the door closed, I immediately checked the situation. The toilet
was empty and well-lit. I leaned back against the door and dropped my
Kimberly persona. Using a special device I took from my handbag I locked
the door. I also activated a jamming signal which would mess with any
security camera in the vicinity of the ladies room. I didn't want to
risk the security getting suspicious on me. I waited for a 5 seconds
then walked to the booth section. I stopped midway and looked to the
mirror, noticing that Kimberly's reflection appeared to be more alert.
Her eyes were still big and blue, but the gaze was sharper. Anyone who
knew Kimberly would feel this subtle change and might become
uncomfortable as my true persona grew more dominant under her petite
plump body.
I was alone right now. Still standing in front of the reflection of my
mask impersonation, I saw the row of toliet booths. The second from the
door. I went inside and found an ordinary toilet. I opened the water
container and found a the so called "mask-pack" inside. Basically it's a
briefcase with all the necessary attire and accessories to complete the
masquarade. And in accordance to the standard drill, this "mask-pack"
required me to insert 5 digit code number into the digital screen
attached to it. I enter the numbers and voila, it opened.
Inside the package there were a pair of jeans , a frill green blouse, a
blazer and white framed glasses. There's also a pair of earrings,
black pumps and one small female bag.
There might be cameras or bugs inside these gears. For documentary
purpose.
I sat on the toilet lid and started to take off my white halter top,
blue skirt and bracelets. Soon I found Kimberly's body naked from head
to toe. And soon I would shed her face and identity from myself after
spending my weeks non stop as her. Could I do this? Somehow I felt that
Kimberly Goldman and I are one. We mixed so well that It didn't feel
that I impersonate her. In weird way, it was more like I had possessed
her, replaced her soul and took over her life as well as her character
by accessing her mind. It's still the old Kimberly. As far as I knew, I
was always the only Kimberly Goldman.
Kimberly might never exist. The Goldmans could be just a set of
identities created by the agency to serve as a "safe house" - or "safe
bodies" to be more exact. Or as a training facilities for senior agents
to train their newbies like me. I imagined that numerous agents have
come and go wearing the Goldmans in their career as they were waiting
for their next assignment. And the seniors always told the newbies that
the real Goldmans are somewhere under the protection or the agency. But
how can I confirm that story?
I run my finger from all over my torso. I felt my fake breasts up to my
neck. I search the invisible seam. When I found the spot, I rubbed it
while moving my mouth and facial muscles in a specific manner to loosen
the mask. Once I got the grip of the mask, I immediately pulled it out.
I heard a light rip as I unmasked and felt a weird sensation. Like I was
emerging from a membrane.
I held the mask and saw the lifeless face of Kimberly Goldman.
"Relax, Kimberly..." I whispered, still as her. " I will be back as you
in no time." I felt funny as I looked at her chubby face framed with
her new haircut. I pinched the mask's cheek. She's so adorable. I gave
the mask my Kimberly wink as I put it inside the "mask-pack" with all
Kimberly's attire.
Hastily but in an organized manner, I put on the jeans, blouse, blazer
and accessories. I slid my hand inside Kimberly's bag. Just by rubbing
it, I can felt the profile of the mask: pointy nose, thin lips and
almond eyes. All consititute the facial features of Samantha Hoist.
"And now, time for Ms. Hoist to come out of the stage," I changed my
voice to Samantha's. Her accent was there.
I took the mask out of the bag and checked it immediately.
But...
I didn't know anything about this mission. The only piece of information
I had was Mendez's instruction fom me to disguise as Samantha Hoist and
meet this Valentine guy. But what do I have to discuss with him? He
might have stopped doing arms-trading but who knows if he still had
contacts or anything.
I hesitated for a while. Samantha's face looked at me with its empty
eyes.
Somehow the prospect of having a new identity gave me a boost of
motivation. I had to believe in my team. Ronny Cho and Virginia Mendez
were my family right now. They would cover my back.
More than anything, now I would become another woman, a hot woman
indeed. It would be better if I could be her completely. Like this, I
was only her partially. I still kept my Kimberly petite body. Still
didn't know anything about her motivation, her hobbies, likes and
dislikes.
I have no time to worry. Gotta make this work. Time to put the mask on.
Personally, wearing a mask was supposed to be a sacred process for me as
an aspiring disguise specialist. This was the final process, after hours
of studying the behaviour and character of the target. It was also the
beginning of a new life. Wearing a mask had been a time when I merged
totally into my persona. Being reborn as someone else. But now, I
thought I would be Samantha Hoist , and I didn't have any idea of who
she was and what really drove her. There's a grain of loneliness inside.
I stood up and slid the mask on my head. I immediately knew that this
mask was different then the usual mask. The inside surface was more
sticky and rough. I had to pull it down over my head a little harder. It
was suffocating, a tight cocoon. But I carried on. My nose slided
against the texture inside, trying to find the correct spot for it.
After struggling for a while, I smoothed out the seam on my neckline.
The mask was finally on. Everything was on its place. I slipped my feet
into the black pumps, put the earrings on my ears and the cat-eye
glasses in the pocket of my blazer. Then I locked and returned the
mask-pack back into the water container.
I walked out the booth and a different yet beautiful reflection
welcomed me.
Samantha Hoist was a looker. The blouse and the jeans really gave the
impression that she was an activist and professional career woman at one
mold.
It was odd looking at my new reflection after days and days being the
young Kimberly Goldman. Her hair felt lighter on my head compared to
Kimberly's.
I approached the mirror, watching her face was like a painter watching a
blank canvas. And the same questions filled my mind again. What should I
do with this persona? If Igor Valentine asked me specific questions or
made a deal that I wouldn't know anything about, could I response
properly?
"Tell me how to be you, Samantha," I spoke to Samantha's reflection,
using her voice.
Then I remembered something. Her cat-eye glasses. I took them out from
my pocket and frame my voice witgh them. Samantha's reflection did the
same thing.
Now, I'm perfect. Time to go to Frazetta's. I checked my watch. It's 5
P.M. I had to finish this and return as Kimberly Goldman.
And then the weirdest thing happen. As I was about to walk away, I
notice that something was happening on my face. My Samantha's face. It
suddenly blushed heavily and I saw my lips getting redder, like it was
using lipstick or something. It seemed that my face was about to
explode!
What the fuck is happening now!
The next thing I felt was an extreme headache, frying my head. Then, my
face was contorted heavily. I was choked inside. I moved my hand to my
neck to shed the mask, but my finger failed to find the seams.
I was having a panic attack.
Abort mission... abort!
Then, everything went black.
To be continued?
Author's note:
Sorry for the delay. I realized it's almost a year since I started the
series. I tried to improve my writing skills by being a more
disciplined writer, using drafts and character sketches. And I continue
to fail to produce any story using that method.
I guess the only method works for me now is "follow your character,
wherever he/she wants to go". Hence, this weird episode. And I warn you
it might become weirder as the arc progresses, since I myself have no
idea where to go next.
Like previous episodes, I wrote this in one shot, without any editing.
So I apologize for many flaws in this piece.
I think it would be better for me if I write this way first. And then
after I finished with this arc, I might edit the whole episodes, produce
a slightly improved version of the story and then send the whole edited
episodes in one chunk.
I am okay with criticism and comments. It's a consequence of having a
messy creative process. You can even be rude in your reviews.
I would be especially grateful to the readers who can give me
constructive advices and references. Any story, author or idea which
can help me becoming better storytelly would be much appreciated.
Regards
LJ
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