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Our Mercedes cruised in moderate speed, leaving the mall - where I just
did my first task since I joined my team as one of the disguise
specialist impersonating the Goldmans?: interviewing a dangerous member
from clandestine movement.
The car passed through old houses and classic buildings which glistened
graciously under this afternoon sun. People went out to enjoy the
September - rarely - clear blue sky . I glimpsed at children playing
around at the sidewalk. Old people at caf?s. Teenagers with their
sundresses, pants, tops and jeans. The weather out there had to so warm
and cheery. Just what me, as Kimberly Goldman should be.
If I hadn't this terrible side effects.
They came once every several minutes. Jolts of pain in one or two spots
of my body. The worst when it hit my face. The cuteness of Kimberly
Goldman whose face, voice and identity I borrowed for I don't know how
long.
From time to time my skin pores felt like exploding. I had developed
extreme cramps all over my body. Even though the mask of Kimberly
managed to hide most of the pain, I still bit my lip quite hard, trying
to hold my suffering.
Man, that high-tech mask need to be retooled and refined.
"It'll wear down once we got back," the voice of Ronnie Cho, my handler
and direct supervisor, came out from Miranda's - mom - lips. "Just give
it a couple minutes."
'A Couple minutes'. Shit, how many lapses will hit me in those couple
minutes?
Ronny Cho didn't look worried that much. His delicate hand - with
painted nails - clung onto the steering wheel. There's no trace of panic
in his stolen face. Her eyes were hidden behind the dark glasses which
framed her angelic face and drove the attention to her high cheekbones
and exquisite lips. Her blonde hair, styled beautifully in a bun looked
intact and delicate. Suddenly I recalled some of the nickname boys in
our neighborhood gave her. The Uber Milf. Hot Stuff. Goddess. To name
the few of them which I read from the dossier right before I donned the
mask of her daughter.
Even when driving, Ron's slender posture - covered in a white
turtleneck, pencil skirt and boots - was still radiating the feminine
confidence and coolness which was the trademark of the dignified Mrs
Miranda Goldman. Wife of Bruce Goldman and Mother to their only
daughter, Kimberly - which is me.
Man, with this pain torturing me, how I wished to trade places with the
real Kimberly
"You're sweating, Grasshopper," Ron/Miranda turned the cooler, setting
it to lower temperature.
"It won't help, Mom," I said, using the my best, cutes, Kimberly's
voice I could muster, adding a sarcastic tone in it.
"Be patient, honey. Once we got home, Daddy will take care of you," she
answered. Slightly annoyed. I could feel it.
"Geez, I miss Dad, Mom," I sighed and pouting.
"Why dear? You see him every day," his tone was motherly. Her right
hand glided and touched my lap. Her fingers traced my thigh. I was so
jittery that I jerked my leg. My hand snapped forward, preventing her to
lie her hands on me.
"You might want to drive faster, 'Mom'," I said.
"You might want to drive faster. 'Mom'," she answered, imitating
Kimberly's voice.
That really ruffled my feathers. "Why don't you..." before I could
finish the sentence another jolt hit my back. For a second I could only
stars dancing in my eyes. "Could you do something, Mom?" I pleaded.
"Relax. It'll be over soon," Miranda said. "Daddy will take care of
you."
"Are you sure?" I responded, fighting over the pain and breathing
heavily.
"What do you mean by that?" said 'my mom'.
"I mean, what the fuck Mendez been doing, all this time, Ron?!" that
sentence sounded odd coming out from Kimberly's voice. But the pain
really bugged me that I deliberately broke character, venting my anger.
I don't know why I had to mention Virginia Mendez, our boss.
"Could you get yourself together, Grasshopper!" 'My mom' snapped. Her
voice was tensed and sharp. The register fell somewhere between Ron's
real voice and Miranda's.
I shut my mouth. For seconds, it appeared that Ron was going to hit my
face but he didn't do anything. Her gesture was still loose and cool.
Miranda sighed. "Listen, what you experienced now is totally normal.
This is the stage that you must surpass in order to improve your skill
as a disguise specialist. We tested the Samantha mask with you because
we believe you're capable of handling it. Now would you relax, get back
into your character, and stick with it, Soldier?"
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"If you can't handle the pain, then you know what to do: 'The
Countdown'."
She just implied that I should go cold turkey; hypnotizing myself back
into Kimberly. We agents seldom used the technique because once we
applied the technique, our true persona would be suspended and put into
the passenger seat of our soul. Even though it certainly made the
disguise flawless and perfect, agents often lost their grip on the
technique. This would render them useless in regards of the mission.
The method was actually quite simple. I just have to count - in a
specific, exact order - a series of 11 three-digit-numbers that they
gave me as my "hypno-number" during the training. If I did right while
putting Kimberly as my main persona, her designated identity will take
over as the autopilot. To undo the process, I would need to recite the
number in another specific order. However, I was told that installing
my identity back would be harder than uninstalling it.
I had never tested this method before. All I knew it was like some kind
of emergency number for disguise agents. We did only one incomplete
simulation in class. The instructor said once we graduate as a full
agent, we won't need to do 'The Countdown'.
But this is the only way to stop the pain. At least for a while. Like a
box of first aid. A safe mode for a broken PC.
How sweet. I was gonna mindfuck myself. Hope I wouldn't end up as a
vegetable because of it.
After all, do I have other choices?
"Mendez will retrieve you back, once we're home."?
It's like Ronnie could read my thoughts.
I gulped, took a deep breath, put my Kimberly persona in control of my
body. I started counting my hypno-numbers.
Less then a second after I spelled the last number, a fresh surge hit me
and the pain lessened. My consciousness submerged into an endless
imaginary body of water. My soul drifted, stranded, and slowly losing
contact with all my senses...
I was now "a passenger". Come to think of it, this state was a little
bit the same with the one that I experienced when I was Samantha Hoist.
But it's also very different in the same time. Being Samantha was more
like being nailed to a burning car while forced to drive into a cliff.
While being putting Autopilot-Kim was more like sitting on a couch in a
home theatre watching a nice foreign movie.
"Shit!" My Kimberly mouth suddenly whispered out of control. Woohoo,
it's working.
"Watch it, young lady," Miranda replied. I could hear her melodious
tone, even though it felt not as clear as before. Like hearing with only
one ear. She sounded...mono.
"Sorry, Mom," Kim - the autopilot Kimberly - blushed heavily.
"I bought you new skirts and dresses, Kimberly darling. This is not the
kind of behavior we expect from a lady," Miranda just shook her hand
slightly while she voiced a mocked British accent.
"I rather die, mumsie," the autopilot Kimberly put the back of her palm
on her forehead while the other hand brushed the tip of her breasts,
pretending to faint. She mocked the accent as well.
They both giggled.
Watching this from the back of Kimberly's mind, I found the exchange a
little bit eery. I guess it was the best solution. I felt relief for
now. Even though I also started to worry. How long am I gonna stay as
passenger?
"How's school?" Miranda asked. The question was redundant but Ronny
knew he didn't deal with me. The autopilot Kim was as blank as a clean
slate.
"Fine," Autopilot Kim bobbed her head while her eyes drifted away toward
the view out the window. In my eyes, the quality of the view was a bit
blurry.
"How about Dan? Are you dating that boy?"
"We're just like, going out...sorta,"
Miranda let out a feminine laugh. She lifted her glasses and put the on
her head like a headband. The blue eyes stared back at me - at Kimberly.
She got those motherly concerns on her face. The faces that hid Ronnie
Cho's visage. He really nailed it right down pat. "What do you mean by
that?"
"Well, I don't know, Mom. He's a nice, actually." Kimberly lifted her
hand and played with some strands of her hair. "After all, I'm still
sixteen. So..."
"You're right," said Mom. "But keep in mind, you need to be responsible.
He might want to do some funny things. Once he starts to grope you. -
God forbid - I expect you to be strong and stern. Don't let him harass
you."
"Mo-om, Dan is not a predator. Gro-oss." With or without my active
present, Kimberly was still the master of breaking one-word-syllable
into two parts.
Watching all these scenes played out through Kimberly's eyes was a real
surreal experience. The most amazing thing was Ron's acting as
Miranda. I bet if right this moment Ronnie Cho rip his mask, tearing
the porcelain visage of Miranda Goldman, Kimberly would so
thunderstruck, she would be faint instantly.
"I bet Dad's no different."
"I wish he was a predator," Miranda giggled. "You're old man was a mess.
He was quite a slob before he met me," Miranda said.
Then she started to tell the story of how Miranda Crane and Bruce
Goldman met. I knew the story. It was one of the stories we three share
just, in case somebody asked about the Goldman's background.
Meanwhile, I - inside the theater of Kimberly's mind - was undressing
Miranda Goldman. I imagined her a room, fully dressed in her casual
attire. A pair of dark jeans, a simple cardigan or tank top over white
undershirt. She would then came to me and act very motherly to my
Kimberly persona. And then almost without any reason whatsoever, we
would start to undress our clothes then proceed to unmask. She would
start by loosening the hair from hairclips, pins, scrunchy and
headbands, letting her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, covering part
of her face.
He fingers would traveled to her neck area, those nails would trace any
seam on her neck. A smile in her cute Miranda's visage would then tell
me that she already found it.
And with that angelic, motherly, nurturing smile still hanging, she
would tear the mask in one yank. Ripping velcro sounds would end the
magic illusion with a bang.
"....Bruce was a nerdy freak.He spent too many hours in front of
computer. He always says that he was trying to learn the coding of our
hacking into websites. But I guess he just played some computer games or
watching porn."
Autopilot Kim giggled. Even though Kimberly knew the story very well,
it's the retelling that she enjoyed so much.
"Yes, he was so much into codes and programs that his friend were
worried. They put him on a blind date with a girl. On her way to the
rendezvous he got mugged, his suit and pants were robbed. Then, half
naked, he went to the nearest place where he can phone his friend which
was the small toy store I was worked in."
"That's lame." Kim shook her head while kept laughing. "Then you just
like, started going out together?"
"Yup. 18 months later, we got married. Now it's already like ...how
long? 17 years?" Miranda's big gazed away. Her blue eyes moved
frantically. Recalling all the fake stories that we all agents,
approved. It was like her expression was enough to tell all the
stories. "I can still remember his face, then. So stupid and helpless.
Like a stray puppy dog," she laughed.
It was an insane acting. Ron really pulled it out to the maximum. She
knew that she was dealing with a girl who believed that she was no more
than Bruce and Miranda Goldman's only child. She wouldn't buy it if
somebody told her that there was a spy inside her . That she was just
face. She didn't even know that underneath her panties was a piece of
male genitalia instead of a vagina. All of the demeanor and behavior
Kimberly did was actually the standard neuro-program I planted inside
when I started assuming her identity. This state of mind would act as
outer layer. While the agent inside was put in passenger mode.
"Boy's will be boys," Miranda sighed. A strand of her blonde hair fell
on her face, giving her a calm but sexy look.
"Speaking of the devil," the Autopilot Kim tilted her head towards our
driveway as the Mercedes turned into our street.
A tall blonde man stood on a pavement. He dressed in white shirt with
soft vertical lines. The sleeve was folded up the elbow. A pair of jeans
and tennis shoes wrapped his slender but firm legs.
Bruce Goldman - the patriarch of the Goldman - was having a chat with a
brunette. She was wearing loose T shirt, and a pair of white hot pants,
a small plastic bottle of water in her hand.
He heard the sound of the Mercedes and turned his head us. Miranda gave
him a wink while I could feel Kimberly smiling at him, too. From inside
Kimberly, I would say that Virginia Mendez did a real masterful job
creating her rendition of Bruce Goldman. She blended his geeky-ness
persona as a software developer and IT consultant with a tint of
athletic touch in his body. She also added a big black frame glasses
hung on Bruce's round face, and smeared it with dark unshaven chin and
cheeks as the finishing touch.
"Who's that, Mommy?"?said Kimberly with an innocent, but a little bit
exaggerated tone.
Inside Kimberly, I was quite amazed by The autopilot mode. It really
did well with all its ability to respond unprecedented development.
"Sush, Kimberly.? Maybe she's just a passerby."?
I felt Kimberly rolled her eyes.
After Miranda parked the car, we went outside and walked toward them.
Bruce Goldman's gesture was awkward, confirming his natural geeky soul.
"Hello, luv,"?he flustered.
Miranda confidently approached him and gave him a peck on his lips.
Kimberly was pacing behind her.
"This is Ms. Calvin." ?Bruce pointed at the brunette.
From short distance, the woman looked even hotter. She had this
aquiline nose that somewhat made her even more attractive. Actually the
crooked nose kinda pointed right down to what I believed as her main
attractions: two globes attached on her breast.
The jogger put her hand out, offering a handshake. "Hi, I'm Courtney.
I'm new here. My house is just right at the corner. The one with a
small patio."? She pointed to a far corner behind her back. Her breasts
jiggled as she twisted her torso.
"You mean the creepy dark house? Where they found Granny Mulligan dead?"
The autopilot Kimberly just blurted. I noticed a tint of jealousy in
her voice. From the confine of Kimberly's soul I sensed that she was
being suspicious. Maybe this woman tried to flirt with his dad.?
Actually, That's very Kimberly. I remembered the instructor of Self-
Hypnosis class in the academy once told us that the ability of our
disguise could be measured by how consistent our autopilot identity
behaved beyond our control. The relation of Courtney's current house
and Granny Mulligan death was a small detail that I managed to remember
and incorporate when I created my Kimberly persona. The conservative old
lady was dead 4 years ago due to natural causes. She lived alone by
herself and to be honest, wasn't that really pleasant to girls at
Kimberly' s age. She always criticized teenagers, saying something about
the way they dress and talk.
All in all, I had to say that I was impressed by my interpretation of
Kimberly so far. Even though, if I the one who took control, I would add
some more facial expression which would strengthen her acting, like
twitching my nose or pouting,
"Don't listen to our daughter;" Ronny cut in, she moved closer to
Courtney and shook her hand.
"I'm Miranda. Welcome to our neighborhood."?
"This is Kimberly," 'Dad' aka Bruce Goldman hugged my shoulder and
lightly pressed my body against his. "She is sixteen, but apparently
she hasn't learned how to be polite."?
Courtney smiled and made a cute faces while shaking hands with my mom
and Kimberly.
"Wow, I don't know that you already have a teenage daughter, Bruce,?"she
said.
"Well, she was an accident. Totally regret it," Bruce chuckled. He was
trying to joke.
"Come on, hon."? Miranda shook her head.
"That's just lame, dad;" Kimberly squinted her eyes, moving away from
her father's embrace and punched his shoulder lightly. That made
everybody laughed. Then, in a spoiled, yet cute manner the autopilot
Kimberly swayed to her mother, reaching her arms and hugged her waist.
I could smell the sexy scent from Miranda's body. Under normal
circumstances, where I took control of Kimberly's persona, I might have
to concentrate hard to control my erection. However, due to the
autopilot mode I was in, Kimberly thought that she was a girl and would
react accordingly. At least, as long as she didn't look downward.
Miranda tilted her head and her soft cheek brushed Kimberly's blonde
hair. From the corner of Kimberly's eyes, I could see her perky
breasts.
"Well, at least you have a nice family, Kimberly," said Courtney. "I
wish I had one."?
"How so?"?said Miranda.
"I moved here because I'm separating from my husband. We're finalizing
the divorce, so it's better to stay out from all the mess while our
attorneys settle the paperwork."?
"That's why I didn't see any ring," Bruce blurted nonchalantly.
Miranda gave him an awkward smile with a stern look. He immediately
blushed and looked at Kimberly. "So, how was the trip to the mall?"?
"I'd better run,"?Courtney said. "?Nice to meet you, guys. See you,
Kimberly.?"?
"Have a nice day,"?Miranda replied. Courtney started running and
seconds later, disappeared into a street corner.
Bruce shrugged his shoulders and scratched his hair. "So, any updates?"
He's referring to the mission at the mall, off course.
"Kimberly did well, even though now she's not in her right mind"
Miranda replied
"What do you mean by that, Mom?"?Kimberly asked.
Bruce took a look and nodded. "So, right now, he's the passenger?"
Miranda said yes.
"Let's get inside, then." ?Bruce moved to the front door.
"Would you take the bags inside, darling?"? said Miranda to Kimberly.
Kimberly strolled to bring the bags.
I was watching everything from inside the care of Kimberly's mind (or
soul, or both. Yes. Mendez will retrieve me back. She's a senior
agent. She has the skills. She could deprogram me.
As Kimberly took the bags out of the car, I saw that the sun began to
set now?. It's getting dark, and we still have a mission tonight.
"Are we still going, Mom?"?I asked as I closed the door and walked
toward passing the waiting room. I saw Bruce and Kimberly were
discussing something at the dining table.
"Kimberly, honey. Could you come over here?"?Bruce said.
"I need to go first, Dad."
"Let him go, Boss. It will make our task easier to retrieve her,"?Ronnie
Cho as Miranda whispered, loosing the bun on her hair and let her blonde
hair escaped.
"Are you sure?" Bruce asked.
"It'll be fun to watch."
"What are you talking about?" Kimberly asked.
"Nothing," they said in unison voice. And then giggled.
"Just finish your business first, dear. Then we'll talk," said Miranda.
The autopilot Kimberly who was - acting as the vessel of my identity -
strolled to the toilet.?
I was wondering why my seniors didn't try to bring me back and let me
control Kimberly. Instead they just stalled the process.
Then, suddenly I realized that they wanted to mess with me. Kimberly
would be extremely aghast once she got into the toilet and open her
pants. Damn. These people - my seniors - were messing with Kimberly's
head?! They wanted to see Kimberly died in shock. And I couldn't do
anything about it. Because I was trapped inside.
Not wanting to be a laughingstock, I tried to activate my personality,
using other combinations -?the countdown-number ? which my instructor
said would bring me back in control. However, I was unable to focus my
mind. I couldn't gain access into the mainframe of my own brain.
Meanwhile, Kimberly was already inside the toilet. Vaguely, I sensed she
lowered her blue shirt and panties. I could even took a glimpse of her
sweet face. That innocent, pretty teenage face. Devoid of any knowledge
that she was a trained, male, disguised agent employed in a small team
of disguise experts. Posing as a cute student while waiting for tasks
and assignments.
I knew that my seniors - posing as Kimberly parents - were just trying
some set of pranks to the autopilot Kimberly. They were fully aware
that I was trapped inside the my own mind, due to the self hypnosis I
performed earlier. I was so good in doing it that I had trouble
switching it off.
They just wanted to see the surprised looked of their ?daughter?. Guys
! We had assignments tonight. Could we just skip these stupid jokes and
move on with our mission.
My thought was diverted when I sensed that Kimberly touched ?her groin?
in panic. Through her eyes I saw her eyes were fixated to what was
beneath her panties.
"What the hell?"?I could her my faux-persona murmured as I saw her palms
shook. She continued feeling the bulge around.
The she took a peek inside, saw my penis and gasped. "Ohmigod. Ohmigod.
Ohmigod. Moooooom?!?? she screamed.
"What happened, Kimberly? "?I heard Miranda's voice . The door was
opened and she came in. She had already loosed the boots and now was
wearing a pair of flip-flops.
"There's something wrong with my body.?"?I felt my cheek soaking with
tears. Kimberly was under a great deal of stress . I could sense that
her personality crumbling inside. This was how it might feel being
inside a computer as it was crashing!
Damn it. Enjoy this while you can, guys!?
"What is it?"?Bruce Goldman showed up from the kitchen, bringing a cup
of coffee. He approached Kimberly, which still dressed in white halter
top and only underwear. Meanwhile, Miranda had took a peek of the
`thing? which made Kimberly jittery.
"She's got penis down there, Bruce," Miranda cried out.
I swear that I caught an amusing tone between her panicky voice.
"What's happening with me, Mom?!"? Kimberly was lunatic.
"Shhh.. honey. It's okay;" Miranda hugged Kimberly tight, putting
Kimberly's head on her shoulder. Now, her whole body was trembling.
"It's not a big deal. Kimberly." ?Miranda release her embrace so
Kimberly could see her mom face to face. " Look, dear. I got something
to show you."
And just like that. Miranda's left fingers slithered inside the front
part of her turtleneck and started scratching inside. In less than two
seconds, she found what she was looking for. Then, with one swift
motion, she started peeling her face out. Kimberly could hear the
slight velcro rip as her heartbeat overshot and pounded rapidly.
Meanwhile, Miranda's visage becoming less lively. Her facial muscles
instantly became dull.
"Mo-om?"?Kimberly whimpered. Her eyes were full of horror.
I couldn't do nothing beside watching the whole stunt, full of remorse.
Miranda kept peeling her face and in the next second, she was no longer
Miranda Goldman. All of those angelic beauty was gone, replaced by a
face that the autopilot Kimberly didn't recognize. Ronny Cho's lack of
expression made the sensation even worse. It was like watching a silly
sci-fi flick with cheap but frightening special effect. Or at least that
was I thought about this scene.
"Yes, dear?"?Ronnie replied with his real, flat accented, voice.
The autopilot Kimberly pushed him away and raced out the toilet. She
ran to the door where she saw her daddy, standing in front of the mirror
at the corner of living room.
"Daddy?! Help me... It's mom..."?
Still facing the mirror at the corner. Bruce Goldman didn't move an
inch. Kimberly could see his reflection in the mirror. He was grimacing.
Bruce Goldman was topless. He didn't wear anything beside the jeans and
the tennis shoes he had before. But the most horrified thing (for me and
Kimberly) was that there were two mounds of breasts on his/her chest.
Rounded, tan and saucy breasts with dark nipples pointing at Kimberly
(and me).
Kimberly, I guess, was thinking that she was seeing ghost.
While I, well, I just saw my boss half naked
"Lo siento, chica,"?the face was still his but the voice was not. It was
a woman's voice.
The voice of Special Agent Virginia Mendez.
To top the sensation, both his hands glided behind the neck. Bruce's
face was contorted as he started to unmask. First, the chin and mouth
lost it's vitality, followed by his cheek and nose. The now familiar
velcro rip sounded even louder than Miranda's. Finally, the process
reached the eye area and scalp. The next thing I saw through Kimberly's
watery eyes was jet black untamed tresses falling out from the mask.
And a beautiful dark visage emerged, looking hot and sexy.
"Who's your daddy, now??" she cooed.
The autopilot Kimberly couldn't take it anymore. And I felt that her
senses were fading away.
Instinctively, I knew that it was the cue for me to take over her body
once again.
I directed all my mental focus to gain access into my own mind,
reciting the number once again. Soon, a strange gravity pulled me out,
like being fished from deep underwater.
"Holy fucking shit!"
Those were the words I said the first moment I regained myself back.
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Author's note:
Same as before, I wrote this piece in one shot, along with a bit of
proofreading.
The writing method I applied was still the same which is: to follow
where the characters want to go. So, this story - and others before it
-basically wrote themselves. I apologized for the delay, inconsistency
and all the grammatical errors of the story so far.
As I was writing this piece, I realized that the story became slow-
paced. I learned that writing in first person point-of-view has its
limitations. I can't go inside other character's mind. Or jump to other
setting and timeline. IMHO, it kinda dragged the story. I realized
that most the espionage fiction I've read so far used third person
perspective. The ones with first person POV usually a little bit heavy
and political.
That's why, I think the story could depart from the course of standard
espionage genre I intended it to be in the first place. It could become
more auto biographical as the narrator observes and reflects on stuffs
like teenage angst or other serious philosophical things (which I am
unable to write)-
But maybe I'm exaggerating here.
Furthermore, up until now we haven't learned anything regarding the
kind of "mission " that the faux-Goldman were assigned to. The
characters haven't told me anything about it. As far as I know, it has
something to do with the party at the Applebys. Apart from that, I am
still in the dark. Maybe, Virginia Mendez would tell me about it in the
next episode.
I would really appreciate any ideas regarding plot and storyline. You
humble readers can even suggest another plot from other medium (film,
novels, shorts stories, anything) if you think that would help me
continuing this story.
As always, I appreciate your critics the most.
Becky
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