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I knew I screwed up. In my line of work you only get one strike, and I
just struck out. We all knew working for an underground agency would not
be easy, but they made it worth our while. It was simple, we would get
assignments, we would complete them, then we would get paid. My phone
would only ring a couple times a year and the amount I got easily paid
all expenses my wife and I had.
My wife, Sarah, she was so understanding for so long. But as time dragged
on, she began to pry more and more into my work. When I got the job, or
should I say, was selected for the job. Nobody who worked for the agency
knew what it was. They were simply contacted one day with an assignment.
If they completed it, they were told more would come and got their check.
If they failed, the agency ceased to exist for them. Ten years of working
for them said I was good at what I did.
Finally, one night when I got home from a week long assignment, the
longest I've had yet, Sarah made it clear she could not take anymore of
it. "Tell me or we are through," she said sternly. I attempted to calm
her but knew her mind was set. I had no choice, I told her all I knew.
Not much information on the agency because I had none, but on my
assignments. By the end of my rant Sarah looked horrified at what I had
done to supply for our family. She stormed off to bed. Great I thought, I
may have doomed the marriage and broke the one rule the agency had ever
made clear. I laid on the couch and drifted off to sleep.
I opened my eyes in a daze. I instinctively knew I had been sedated. My
mind was slow but I could still think, I frantically looked around to get
a feel for my environment. It was a small room, no windows, just the bed
that I was lying in. The single door was smooth with no handle, only
opening from the other side I figured. I looked down at the bed, it was
just a futon mattress on the floor. Maybe I could use it as a shield to
plow the person who entered down. I tried to stand but could not support
my own weight, I collapsed back onto the bed. The door clanked and swung
open, a man in a black suite with black sunglasses walked in. He began
speaking before he even sat down, "Agent 30982, you have been contained
because of a breach in our security. Your house was bugged and we heard
all that you told your wife. She was drugged with a memory agent which
wiped her memory of the night. She will awake not remembering you
returning from your last mission. She will search for you but never find
you. Unfortunately, you have been with us too long for a memory agent to
guarantee proper... cleaning... we will be forced to take a more sever
approach. Do you follow?"
I tried to begin my explanation but could only produce a mumble. "You are
heavily drugged, nod yes or shake no," the agent said firmly. I nodded.
"Good," he continued, "I am glad we understand each other. Listen 30982,
we liked you. You were good at what you did and lasted a good while.
You've outlived all other agents you were assigned with but I'm sure you
have noticed the appearance of new faces. Usually we choose your outcome
based on what we think would be most effective, but we are willing to
give you a choice." The man pulled a chair out of seemingly nowhere and
sat down informally. "Option A. We give you a large dose of the memory
agent and see how much we can take out. It will have negative effects on
all of your memories even though we are only targeting ours. You should
be relatively normal afterwards except for one thing. As a backup
security feature we give you mass amounts of hypnosis and chemical
treatments so if you do stumble on a memory or even talk about something
similar to what you have done here, you will have the worst panic attack
of your life. You will be left unable to speak for months and will
require paramedic assistance. You could potentially die."
He stopped to gauge my reaction. I knew I looked terrified since he
smiled and continued. "You don't seem fond of that route 30982. You see,
we would render you incapable of spilling secret knowledge. Option B will
allow you to keep your knowledge, but nobody would believe you if you
told them. You see, we have a very developed human genetic engineering
lab under our control. We mainly use it to... enhance certain agents in
different aspects to make them more appropriate to their mission. We have
had good success with it and have judged it as a safe alternative to the
memory agent. We would be engineering a virus that would replace your DNA
and die off. You will take the physical form of a person nobody would
believe even if you told the complete truth to. Of course in addition to
your physical changes some hypnosis and chemical alterations will be made
to change your mannerisms and other personality traits making you a new
person completely. You have 5 minutes to decide." He stood and left the
room.
My mind was clearing, so I was able to make the decision properly. I knew
with these people there was no point pleading, it was done. I had two
options, I could wake up tomorrow possibly knowing nothing and having a
horrible lifelong condition or I could wake up as somebody else with all
of my memories and sanity in tact. Option B would have been a sure thing
except looking like somebody else, Sarah would not recognize me. Well,
there is the chance I could convince her I am myself. If not, I could win
her over, I knew her perfectly. But what if I couldn't. The door clanked
and flung open. "Have you decided?" The agent spoke from the door. "B" I
said without thinking. Anything is better than losing my mind. The agent
spoke up again, "I had a feeling you would choose that." A group of eight
walked in behind him wearing full clean suites. Each carried a tray of
syringes. As they tied me to the bed the agent spoke up, "we have been
holding onto this batch for awhile. Your DNA will be fully modified in 12
hours. We will then put you through a week of hypnosis and chemical
treatments. You will be free to go and enjoy your new life. Goodbye
30982." He walked out as the injections started. I felt the pinches all
over my body. Multiple injections in my chest, pelvis, and sides of my
ass. They moved up to my face and gave multiple injections. I would have
felt incredible pain if my adrenaline was not already pumping. The final
injection was given by two of the largest figures there, they forced the
large needle into my heart and squeezed the plunger. The room faded
black.
I awoke alone in the same room. As I slowly sat up in the bed I began
wondering if it actually was the same room. It seemed much larger. My
feet barely touched the ground of the bed where before I had no problem.
I gave myself an observation for any noticeable changes. I made a mental
list, I was in a small gown, no freckles anywhere anymore, no arm hair...
checking body, no body hair, head hair feels thicker and a little long,
no curls anymore, skin slightly tanner, body looks thin, muscles look
less defined... I looked at my member, it looked nearly prepubescent. I
kept calm, it all makes sense. They are turning me into a child. I should
have figured that out from the beginning. I tried to speak, a tiny, high
voice came from my mouth. Maybe this won't be so bad, I have always
considered high school to be the best time of my life, now I can relive
it. Maybe they're taking me back to middle school, hell I'd enjoy that
too. Hello easy A's. A single clean suit entered with a tray, "time for
your final booster." I could tell it was a woman from her voice. Feeling
slightly proud of how easily I figured out their alterations I told her
my hypothesis. To my disappointment she laughed when I finished. "A few
issues with that hun, first, DNA alteration does not allow you to age so
if we took you to pre-puberty you would stay there. Second, you won't be
going to school. And third, I think you'd be more of a D student if you
did; in fact, you have a couple D's comming." She jabbed another gigantic
syringe into my chest and squeezed the plunger. As she walked out I heard
her laughing as the room again faded black.
My eyes fluttered open, they felt heavy and tickled as I did it. The room
was definitely bigger this time, I would have notable trouble getting off
of the bed now. As I looked down I noticed my gown was projected from my
chest so far I could not see my legs. As I tried to push it down I
realized the objects were attached to me. I tore my gown open revealing
two gigantic, obviously fake breasts. I felt the stitches underneath
them, those bastards gave me fake tits. I noticed that was not the only
change as I pushed them out of the way. I was a girl with all of the
equipment. Thin childish legs sprouted from my torso. I rolled to see my
rear but did not have to look far, stitches marked where injections were
obviously made to fill my ample ass with fat. It was smooth and tan like
the rest of my body. It was so soft I could not help but grab it. My
hands were so tiny and childish. Running down my back to my ass was long,
black, shiny hair. I traced it up to my face feeling my tiny nose and
full lips. A clean suited figure entered. He or she was gigantic,
towering over me as they approached. Choking back my fear I demanded as
sternly as I could, "Listen..." my voice sounded so tiny and high
pitched, I forced myself to continue, "OK, you're turning me into a girl.
OK, you decided I needed these ridiculous proportions. But WHY the hell
did you turn me into a girl then surgically enhance my body?!" The gruff
voice responded, "well, sweetie, a little Korean girl just couldn't have
genetics to give you that body. And no US man wants a flat chested
whore?" Before I could begin to gather my response I felt a prick in my
neck and I was out cold.
The rest of the week was a blur of fading in and out of consciences. I
was not sure what was reality and what was a dream. Finally, after what
felt like years, I saw the clouds beginning to clear. I looked around, I
was apparently laying along a bench in a bus stop. The sun was setting, I
sat up glancing a reflection in the glass. A tiny, Asian girl was looking
back at me with wide almond eyes. Her lips left their permanent pout to
form a cute little 'o' in surprise. She would have looked like a child
except for the gigantic mounds that were barely contained in a stretchy,
yellow tube top. She swing off of the bench and stood upright. She was
wearing a tiny microskirt that did not cover the bottom of her perfectly
round ass cheeks. I knew I had to get out of this area before it got
dark, I would have time to analyze the damage done later. I began
walking, taking short steps as the skirt was so tight. I could not help
but noticed I had no trouble walking in what appeared to be very high
heeled stilettos. I felt my ass sway with exaggeration as I left the bus
stop. I could not prevent myself from strutting like the other ladies of
the night as they began appearing on the street. Maybe if I removed the
shoes, I can walk normal. I slipped off the shoes dropping myself 6" in
height. My new stature was not even close to the next shortest woman
here, I knew I was well under 5' tall. I was so small, so weak, the
crushing reality hit me. All the surgery and weights in the world could
not return me to anything close to a normal sized man. I sat on the curb
and began crying. I could not help it. Tiny sounding sobs came from my
tiny mouth as tears streamed down my face.
A fancy sportscar pulled up. I looked up to see the window rolling down.
The man yelled for me to stand up, I stood, barely seeing in the window.
"How much to put those dick suckin lips to work you sexy little thing?"
He growled. Disgusted, I responded. "Keke no suck dick dick right now. Me
rearry want go home." I could barely come up with the words. The words
felt foreign and forced even as I said them. He looked furious, "Look you
little slut. I'm horny, and I am having a really hard time understanding
your ching-chang speak. Get in the car, put the little pout to work, and
I'll slide 50 bucks between those sweet, sweet tits." I had a hard time
understanding what he was saying. I understood car and 50 dollars and
tits. Maybe he meant he would give me a ride and $50 for playing with my
tits. I needed to clarify. Wish I didn't refer to myself in third person.
"Keke give you," I giggled for some reason and instinctively pressed my
soft breasts together revealing even more cleavage, "this... you take
KeKe home?" I giggled again outside of my control. "Sure, I'll take you
home, but I ain't payin more than $50. Damn, I hope you're 18." He opened
his passenger door so I got in. Maybe life would not be so hard after
all, the people in this city seemed nice enough. He punched the gas and
we sped off. Funny that he didn't ask where I lived.
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