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AUTHOR's NOTE : Hey guys! I know I'm late. But here's the next chapter. For all those who are reading this, I request you to please let me know what you think of the story by leaving reviews or comments. CHAPTER 7 "Fine," Mr.Rover said smiling, "let's begin." That was 2 months ago. When he said 'Let's begin' Jake thought he was going to teach him how disguise like a woman. But all he makes him do is exercise. Starting early morning 5 AM with jogging, then skipping, yoga and etcetera. He was getting restless. When he saw Mr.Rover that day pretending like a perfect sexy girl, he wanted to be like that too, wearing someone else's face and body. It was like all his hidden fantasies had come to life. He couldn't stop thinking about it. But exercising everyday was not what he had hoped. And he was also given an elaborate diet plan to follow to control his food intake. Jake had asked him many times, but he never answered directly. Every few days he would check his weight and body measurements and ask him to work out even harder. Jake didn't show but he was getting frustrated not understanding the purpose of all this workouts. That morning he and Mr.Rover came back to the house after completing their long and tiring jogging laps in the nearby park. Mr.Rover looked as himself not wearing any bodysuits. He once said he'd like to do his workouts as himself not as someone else. It was only once he'd worn the bodysuit to workout when he showed Jake that day unmasking himself. "Come on, let's check your weight," Mr.Rover said. After checking Jake's weight and body measurements he said, "Finally. You've lost 12 pounds. Good." "Okay, what's that supposed to mean?" "It means phase 1 of your training is completed." "Phase 1...I don't get it." "Jake, why do you thing I've been making you do this all workouts." "I...I have no idea. Well the general purpose of any workouts and exercise is to achieve good health." "That's right. But when it comes to your training to become The Chameleon, these workouts help you to maintain and tone your body physique. They'll help you get a slim figure. Sure there are other forms of exercises that'll help you gain muscular body. But the workouts I've been making you do will slim your body so that you'll be able to wear any female bodysuit. You're lucky that your height is not a problem. Just like me, you're not too short or not too tall. You can take the form of almost any girl or a woman. But the rest of your body needs work. It's very important to maintain your figure if you want to be an attractive woman." So that's why he has been making him workout so hard. "So, how long will I have to work out?" "After 2 months, now you've gained the optimum physique to get into a bodysuit. Your body is ready. But you still have to workout everyday and follow the diet plan if you want to keep up that physique." "Oh...so I get to wear the bodysuit," Jake asked excited. "Don't get ahead of yourself Jake. I said your body is ready but you are not. Not yet anyway." His excitement dissolved right then and there. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means phase 1 of your training is complete. Now time for phase 2." "What's phase 2?" "I'll tell you. But first go freshen up. Don't you have school to go to." That's right. Now he had to go face his other part of his life, the other life. Ever since he began his training with Mr.Rover it was like his life is divided into two. He has been keeping this part of his life a secret from all his friends and family. His sister Ivy knew about this, but she's doing an excellent job of pretending to be unaware. After freshening up, he waited for Mr.Rover who was taking his time. Earlier he said that this training was a part of becoming The Chameleon. He wanted to ask him what The Chameleon meant? After sometime Mr.Rover came out. But he had changed. Gone was the slim bodied man. In his place was the same beautiful blond he saw when he first came here. She was wearing a dark blue 3/4 sleeve knee length pencil dress that hugged all of her curves and her ample breasts tightly along with dark sheer stockings and high heeled pumps that matched the dress with a hand bag on her arm. Her long straight blond hair let loose across her shoulders. She looked a lot like Blake Lively. Even her walking style with her wiggling hips looked feminine and hot. God! the bodysuit and the face mask were so life like and real. Like always Jake was stunned by the transformation. In a way it made him aroused. She came to him and checked her watch. "Sorry I'm late," she said. Even her voice sounded sexy. "It's... okay." Jake had difficulty forming the words. "Come on, I'll drop you," she said walking past him. Jake shook his head and followed her. "Mr.Rover... Mr.Rover." She turned around with her hands on her hips looking a little mad. "Do I look like Mr.Rover to you, Jake?" "I...I'm sorry Ms.McCord." Jake forgot to call her by her name. Mr.Rover is now Sylvia McCord. He'd seen Mr.Rover wear this form a few times over last 2 months. It was hard to keep track all of Mr.Rover's disguises. "That's okay. Let's go now." "You said you were training me to become The Chameleon. What does The Chameleon mean? Is it like a code name or something?" "Kind of," she said as they sat in the car. "I've worked some cases with the FBI. They don't know my true identity. So they gave me the name The Chameleon because of my...skills. I kinda like it." "Will I get a code name?" "If you want. The Chameleon is already taken. You'll have to choose another name. But you still have long way to go." "Okay...how long will I still have to train?" "Until I say you're ready," she said looking at him. "Okay," Jake said thinking. "Is there any way we can speed up my training?" She started the car and began to drive. "Look Jake, there are no shortcuts. It just doesn't happen overnight. You've to be patient. Sure, if you spent all of your time training, maybe it'll speed up. But you have a home, family and school. So it'll take time." "You know, I can make up some excuse at home like staying with friends." "No, you're family is important too. You're lucky you have a family. Don't ignore them. And besides you're still a minor." Jake sensed something there. She never talks about her family. He thought about asking her further but decided to drop it. And also he won't be minor for long. Not after 2 months. He'll be eighteen after 2 months. Maybe then he train full time. "So what'll be phase 2 of my training." "Good that you reminded me," she said and stopped the car. They were a few blocks away from Jake's house. She and Jake both agreed that their teacher-student relationship and training should be kept secret. So she had stopped a few block away from his house. "You're next part of training will include observing people. You've to examine their habits, their personality, attitude and character. How they talk, how they walk, how they sit and everything." "That's a pretty long list. Sounds difficult." "It is. If you want to mimic a person you've to know his/her features and characteristics, distinctive traits. Knowing that makes you a good master of disguise." "Okay, how do I do that?" "Keep observing people, their habits and all of the things I just said." "Okay," Jake said getting out of the car. He came to her side. Rolling down the car window, Sylvia said, "Meet me after a few days and tell me what you got to know from observing. And keep continuing your workouts." Jake nodded. He heard the car engine revving and just like that she left. After walking home, he got ready for school. "Jake come have breakfast," his mother called. While having breakfast his mother asked, "Jake are you working out? You seem fit and slimmer day by day. Isn't he Matt?" "Yeah, I've been exercising at school playground," he lied. He didn't want his parents to know about his other life. "Well that's good. Keep it up," his father said impressed. "Thanks dad," Jake said. How was he supposed to observe people? Well he has to start somewhere. He was really determined to do this whole Chameleon thing. While thinking about who to start observing, he looked at his parents. Why not start with them? he thought. So from that moment onwards he started observing his mother. How she talked to her father, how she walked around, how she laughed. He'd observe someone later at school too. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Hey, how did your interview go?" Sylvia asked Ivy as soon as she came to the cafeteria of the office. Ivy was attending interviews. Since the FBI started hunting for The Chameleon, Sylvia can't be Lyla Jackson. If she can't be Lyla Jackson, Ivy doesn't have the personal assistant job. If she doesn't have a job, she doesn't have money to pay her mortgage bills. "How do you think? Just like always, a failure," Ivy said smacking her handbag on the table. "Hey, calm down. This isn't the end. You'll get more opportunities," Sylvia said touching her hand with hers. Ivy sighed. "I know. But still it's frustrating. These bills are really weighing on me." "You know, I could help you out with the money." "No, no. I want to stand on my own feet." "God Ivy! Stop being so stubborn. You're not accepting money from a stranger. I'm your boyfriend. Well, your girlfriend at the moment." "Still, no." Sylvia sighed. "Fine. Do as you wish. But my offer still stands." Ivy looked away watching no one else in particular lost in her thoughts. "What's wrong Ivy?" "Nothing. Dad is working so hard to pay off the mortgage on our house. I want to help but looks like I can't do much now." "Hey, stop worrying," Sylvia said moving her chair beside her. "You'll figure out something and I'll be with you always. I'm sure whatever job you find, you'll be good at it." "Thanks," she said smiling looking at her. "Enough about me. What are you doing nowadays? Now that those FBI guys are looking for you." Well my hands are full training your little brother on how to be a woman, Sylvia thought about telling that. But kept her mouth shut. "I keep finding a way to keep myself busy." "Like what?" "Like finding new people to make suits. And also working on upgrading the bodysuits." "You mean finding new girls?" "Don't look at me like that. You know that's what I do." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Do you think it's safe for you? FBI is still looking for you." "Don't worry. As long as I'm disguised as someone else or as my real self. They can't find me. If they did, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." "Okay. You know I've been meaning to ask. Where did you find this girl?" Ivy said her hands gesturing to her body. "Oh...she's someone I found a year ago in San Francisco while working a case. She worked in some kind of law firm. I can't be Courtney Price, Anika Wallis or anyone who had worked previously with FBI. So I chose her." "You know I still can't believe this. It's amazing the suit and the mask," Ivy said touching Sylvia's cheek. Then she pinched her cheek and began pulling the skin which began stretching. "God Ivy! Stop it, you're gonna ruin my face," Sylvia said smacking Ivy's hand away and quickly massaging her cheek and pressing the mask back on. She removed a mirror from her handbag and checked her face. It was back to normal. "Sorry, I was admiring your handiwork." "Well, do that some where private," Sylvia said with a hard look on her face. "Aww...you're mad. I'm sorry Max," Ivy said smiling playfully. "Well it's gonna take a lot more than sorry. And stop calling me Max." "Awww...come here, Sylvia," Ivy said putting her hand behind Sylvia's neck pulling her face towards her and kissed her. Sylvia was stunned. Ivy never kissed her in public. What was Ivy doing? As much as Sylvia wanted this, she pushed Ivy slowly. "What are you doing? We're in public." Ivy suddenly looked around. Fortunately everyone was busy in their own world. "What was that? You never showed PDA? You know if anyone saw you they'd think you're gay," Sylvia said. "I...I don't know. I guess I got carried away. You looked so...irresistible," Ivy said smiling. Fuck! She should've called Ivy somewhere private like her apartment. May be they would've had sex. "You know we could still go to your place and continue where we left off." "Nice try Sylvia. But not now." She groaned. "Fine. But what if someone you know had seen you." "I don't know. God! I guess you're making me doubt my sexuality." "Is that good or bad?" "I don't know. I'll have to figure that out. You see I thought I was straight. But I don't know anymore. can't decide if I'm straight, lesbian or both." "Ivy...is this you coming out?" "No," Ivy said aloud quickly denying. Hmmm...looks like Ivy is still confused Sylvia thought. May be she could help her figuring out. But how? Ivy thinks she is straight, but is confused. Did something change in Ivy? Did she start having feelings for women? Even if she did, Ivy would never admit this. But how to test this theory? May be if she met any other attractive woman other than herself/himself would Ivy go for it. The PDA just now Ivy showed is not some glitch. Sylvia was sure of it. What if she met some other real woman or a girl. Or it could be someone who Ivy thinks is real. Then a craziest thought hit her. What if Sylvia came to Ivy as someone else and made a pass at her as a real woman, would Ivy go for it. "Sylvia, Sylvia," Ivy's words interrupted her thoughts. "What?" she asked. "Your phone is ringing," Ivy said. "It's from Cole," Sylvia said after checking the number. "It's that FBI guy isn't it? Are they here to arrest you?" Ivy said looking around in panic. "Ivy calm down. I don't see any cops here. Looks like Cole doesn't know my whereabouts. We're safe." "Then why is he calling you?" "I don't know." "Are you gonna answer it?" Ivy said while she was thinking whether to answer or not. They were safe now and he couldn't track their location if he wanted to, thanks to her awesome encryption software. She answered the phone. "Well you got some nerve calling me again?" Sylvia said. "I need your help." "Not getting it. Find somewhere else." Ivy silently signaled her to put the phone on speaker. She did as Ivy asked and they both listened closely. "Look, I don't have anyone else to turn to." "That's a shame." "Please, it's about Lyla Jackson's case." Sylvia and Ivy looked at each other. "What about it?." "The Director has ordered that Lyla's case be closed since we arrested Dan and Brian Morris claiming they were behind the attack in Hawaii." "That's ridiculous. We still don't know who attacked her first and sent her into coma. And you guys closed the case already." "Yes." "Why are you even calling me exactly?" "Without you to replace Lyla, everyone's asking questions. So with the help of Juliet Marks, her agent we forged a story that she's on an extended vacation. And if this case isn't solved quickly, everyone's gonna know what happened." "Well if you hadn't tried to arrest me that day, may be this case could've been solved a lot earlier." "I knew that was a mistake then and there. But I was powerless. I had orders." "Stop whining. What do you want from me now?" "I want you to help me catch the attacker. I have a suspect but I want you to catch him red-handed." "Still, you tried to arrest me last time. What makes you think I'll agree now. And even if I did how am I going to help you. If anyone else sees a woman helping you, don't you think the other FBI guys would suspect it's the Chameleon. I'm sorry Cole, can't help you." "Look I have a plan for that too. And no one's going to ambush you this time. I promise. If you'd just agree to meet me, I'll explain everything." Could he be telling the truth? His voice sounded desperate. Cole was a good cop but he still tried to arrest her 2 months ago. She can't take the risk. "I'm sorry Cole. Goodbye," she said. "Wait..." Sylvia didn't let him finish since she ended the call. "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know Ivy," Sylvia said sighing as she leaned back. "Do you think he's telling the truth?" "May be, may be not. It's too risky." "But what if he's telling the truth." "What are you getting at?" "Look, I didn't like Lyla much, but in a way she's a good girl. And she's been in a coma for a long time. Waking her up isn't in our hands anyway. At least we could catch the person who did this to her. Plus you left the case in the middle, without solving. As far as I know you, you don't like having an unsolved case in your track record," Ivy said giving her a knowing look. Ivy was right. She didn't like leaving Lyla's case unsolved. Ivy did know her better. "Ivy Sullivan, you surprise me." "I know. So, what are you going to do now?" "Even if I did agree to meet him, what's the guarantee I won't be ambushed again." "Look, just agree to meet with him. You could look like anyone right. Cole wouldn't even know it's you. If you sense something wrong, you can always leave." Ivy was right. This could work. "You know Ivy, you're a genius sometimes. What would I do without you?" "So you're gonna meet him, good. Now come on, I'm starving. Let's order some food." "Okay," Sylvia said smiling looking at her. She'd think about Ivy's sexuality later. For now it looks like she would have to focus on Lyla's case again. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jason Cotilard hated this place. Ever since he had escaped from prison, he has been keeping low profile. He reminisced about his life before all this. He had money, his nightclub and not to mention girls. Now he had nothing. Absoulutely nothing. He has been hiding in a safe location in the middle of nowhere, where the police couldn't find him. Good thing Ray and some of his other goons were still loyal to him. All of this happened because of that bitch. If only he had known. Unable to control his anger, he smashed the whiskey bottle he was drinking to the wall. "Boss, what happened?" Ray came inside the room hearing the noise. "Ray, what happened to that bitch? Did you find her?" "No boss, we're still looking. We couldn't find Anika. It's like she's vanished." Jason pushed Ray against a wall, his hand squeezing his neck. "Do you know what that bitch did to me? Look around you. Is this the place where a crime lord lives? Hiding and scared?" "No...boss," Ray said frightened of him. He let Ray go. "You said she had a friend." "Yeah, we're looking for her too." "I promise boss, we'll find her." "You better. If you don't, then I'm gonna have your head on pike." Ray gulped. "Yeah." "Now get your pathetic face away from me. Don't call me until you find her." "Yes, boss," Ray said and left hurriedly. When I finds Anika Wallis, he's gonna make her and the people close to her suffer slowly and painfully, Jason thought begrudgingly. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Cole Dashforth waited at the agreed location for the Chameleon after 3 days since he had called her. He knew the Chameleon was smart and also that trying to arrest her was a bad idea. But he had to follow orders. She could've solved Lyla's case easily if not for trying to arrest her. Now without her to replace Lyla everything is spiraling out of control. It's a good thing he had a suspect on who beat Lyla to coma. If his instincts are right, which are right most of the time, he could be the guy they're looking for. He just hoped the Chameleon would help. He was going against the Director's orders by working with the Chameleon. But the real attacker is yet to be caught. And he just couldn't let this one go. That's why he was meeting her in secret. She had agreed to meet him at Grand Central subway station which looked very crowded that day. "So, what did you wanna talk about?" a voice came from behind him. He turned to see a girl, a pretty one at that with her shoulder length brunette hair standing with her hand on her hip. She wore a red long sleeved off shoulder top with skinny jeans and shoes. How does she do that! Cole thought. It was amazing how she'd disguise into so many different women. "It's smart choosing this location to meet. Easy to disappear. But it's completely unnecessary. I came alone." "Well can you blame me for being cautious? And I know you're alone. I checked." "How long were you..." "Why did you want to meet me?" "I need your help. I think I know who attacked Lyla first time. I need your help proving it." "You're the FBI. If you suspect someone why don't you go and interrogate them yourself." "It's not that simple when the suspect is the father of the victim." That got her attention. "What do you mean?" "It's Lyla's father." "Wait, you mean Lyla's father, James Jackson attacked her. Why would he do that?" she asked in confusion. "I don't know. That's why I need your help. Few days ago we found a security footage, showing James leaving the house at the night when Lyla was attacked." "I thought you said all the security cameras were disabled in Lyla's house." "They were. But this footage was taken from street. The street near to Lyla's house had security camera installed for traffic monitoring. And also 2 months ago we found out that James isn't the biological father of Lyla." She looked surprised to hear this. "That's news to me too. Still, that doesn't prove he's the culprit." "We don't know if Lyla knew about this. May be she found out and confronted him. It would be very easy if Lyla was awake. But she isn't. This is the only lead we've got. I just need your help." "I don't understand. Why can't you question him about this?" "I did. He said that Lyla knows about this and they were fine. I looked into Lyla's birth certificate. There is no record of her being adopted. Something sound's off about this." "And now you want me to figure this thing out." "Yes." "How do I know that you guys won't try to arrest me again?" "It won't happen again. Look last time I was following the Director's orders. I knew it was a bad idea to arrest you." "What did I ever do to the Director anyway? Why does he want to arrest me?" "He thinks you are a threat because of your skill in disguise." She snorted and looked at him for a few seconds. "Won't you get in trouble for this. Working with me again." "I know. But I want to help Lyla too. I can't wake her up. But all I can do is to bring the culprit to justice who beat her to coma." "And I assume I won't be getting paid this time." "I'm afraid no." She sighed crossing her arms across her chests, looking all over the train station but nowhere in particular, thinking. "Fine, I'll help you." "You will... that's good. There's been a lot of pressure on me to solve this case." "So what does James know about me?" "Only that we tried to arrest you, you escaped and nowhere to be found. He thinks that Dan and Brian Morris are the real culprits." "Where is he now?" "In a small town near New York called Greenport. He works in a local bank there. It's best we leave as early as possible. How will you confront him?" "I'll think about it. Argh...I think I'm gonna regret this" "You won't." "We'll see," she said and they parted. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Lyla's father? Mr.Jackson? How could this be? And why?" Ivy said in confusion. "Trust me, I was as confused as you are now when I heard this," Max said. They were in Ivy's apartment. He had come to Ivy's soon after he left Cole at the Grand Central Station. He sat on the couch with Ivy laying her head on his lap. He had taken off the Stacy mask, but he still had the suit on. His body still looked feminine from the neck down. Stacy's bodysuit was a full bodysuit with the head mask attached to it. But he had some adjustments to it. "I still can't believe it. And Lyla isn't his biological daughter?" "Yeah, that was surprising to me too?" Actually it wasn't surprising at all. Max had already learned it 2 months ago when he was disguised as Ivy. He didn't mention this to Ivy when he told her that day at her apartment 2 months ago that FBI was trying to arrest him. "So what are you gonna do now?" Ivy asked. "Cole thinks that James is the one who attacked Lyla first. He wants to help in making James confess." "How are you gonna do that?" "I'll think of something. I've to leave tomorrow to Greenport." "Okay," Ivy said. "I'll come with you." "What? No." "Why?" "It's not necessary. It's a very simple thing to do tomorrow. You should stay here." "Max, I'm coming with you. I can help," Ivy said firmly. "I know you can. And I really appreciate you offering to come with me. But there's really no need. I've been doing this for a long time. Besides don't you have an interview tomorrow," Max reminded. "Yeah," Ivy said disappointed. "Hey don't pout. If everything goes well, I'll be back within a day or 2 days max," he said brushing his feminine fingers through Ivy's hair. "Fine," Ivy said sighing. "You know you're so adorable when you pout," he said and bent his head down for a kiss. Ivy put her hand on the back of his head and kissed him deeply. "You know the bed's right there," he said moving away and gesturing to the bed. "No, not now. Like I said before, the more you wait for it, the amazing it will be." Max sighed. "You know one of these days, I'm gonna get through you." "We'll see," Ivy said smiling. "It's time to put my face back on," he said getting up and picked up the mask. He stretched the neck hole and put it on his head and pulled down over his face and neck. He adjusted the mask around his neck and his fingers pressed on his face so that mask fit correctly over his eyes, nose, ears and lips. After smoothing his face and stretching around his neck, he pressed the invisible small button on the back of the mask below the hair. The mask began to squeeze his face, sucking the air out and within a few seconds his face was ready. He opened and closed his mouth a few times to check the mask's fit on his face and moved his head flipping the hair. It was perfect. "What? You've seen me put on a mask many times," he said still sounding like Max. "No matter how many times I see, I can't get over it. It's amazing." His fingers pressed his throat and he spoke in Stacy's voice, "Thanks for the compliment." Max was gone and Stacy stood in his stead. "I'll see you soon," Stacy said brushing the hair away from her face. "You better," Ivy replied. After kissing Ivy goodbye, Stacy went to her home. She had some preparations to do for tomorrow. She still couldn't believe James attacked her own daughter. But she wanted to find out. Although after the FBI tried to arrest her, she didn't care about Lyla's case. But in truth, she still wanted to solve it. She didn't like to leave the mystery unsolved. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> When Stacy reached home she saw someone sitting on her doorstep. Who was that? she thought. As she neared she could see clearly. It was Jake. She'd forgotten all about him for the last few days by being busy with Ivy and thinking about the meeting with Cole. Jake got up when she stopped the car in the driveway. She got out of the car and went to him. "What are you doing here Jake?" "I was waiting for you?" "Let's talk inside," she said. After going inside, Stacy poured herself a drink. "Do you want a drink?" she asked him. "Umm...okay," he said extending his hand to take the drink. "Wait, you're still a teenager, you're not supposed to drink yet," she said taking the drink away. "Okay," he said a little disappointed. "So what have you been up to these days?" "I am doing just like you said. Observing people." "And who did you observe?" Stacy said taking a drink and sat down on the sofa crossing her legs. "Umm...my mom and sister and some of the girls in school." "Your mom and Ivy! You've been observing them? Why them? Are you planning to become them sometime in the future" she asked surprised. "No...I...don't know...may be. You asked me to observe people and I thought starting with my family would be best." "Jake that's weird and gross." "I..." he said clearly embarrassed. "But I admit, that's kind of daring. I like it." That was true Stacy thought. Aside from the fact that it was gross and wrong at so many levels, thinking about deciding to become his own mother or sister that was daring. Stacy was impressed. "You...do," he said surprised. "Yeah, I think you'd make a good Chameleon. Or whatever name you decide to choose. But like I said you still have a long way to go." "Okay." "So tell me what you have learnt from observing Ivy"? She wanted to know how his observation skills were. So she asked about Ivy since Stacy herself was disguised as her once. "Well she's stubborn for starters," Jake said. Stacy nodded acknowledging it to be true. "And she crosses her arms when she's mad at something or someone." That was true too. Stacy had seen it many times. Jake said some other things about Ivy like what were her tastes, her favorite food and pastime, her habits which all turned out to be true. Not bad, she thought. He really had observed well. "I'm impressed Jake. But you missed one thing about her." "What is it?" "She sometimes flips her hair." Jake thought for a second. "Oh...that's right. I've seen it too. Of course you'd know it. You're dating her." "That's right. Jake do you have a problem with me dating your sister?" "No...I guess. Unless you turn out to be a bad guy or a girl. You're not gonna hurt her, are you?" "Trust me. You don't have to worry about that." Stacy thought for a moment contemplating whether to tell him or not about why he knew her sister so well. "And you're right. I know Ivy well because I'm dating her. But there's much more to that." "What do you mean?" "It means I was disguised as her once. You know, I have a mask and bodysuit of your sister." That surprised and confused him. "What? Why would you become my sister? And when was this?" he said. "Do you remember when your sister came to school when you called her for a meeting with your teacher?" "I do...and how did you..." he said even more confused. Slowly he began to realize. "Wait...that was you. You came to my school as Ivy." "Yup, that's right." "Wow, that's...," he said clearly stunned. "But why?" he asked. Stacy told him everything about Lyla Jackson's case, Dan Morris and how he blackmailed Ivy, how he had saved her from him and Ivy finding out about it. "I...I didn't know Ivy was in such danger. Thanks I guess. So that's why she didn't understand what I was talking about when I asked her about that day at my school and my secret. She really doesn't know." "And we need to keep it that way. If your sister found out that I've used her face and body to meet with you, she'll kill me and she'll know about your deep secret." "Sure, I mean yes," he said understanding. "So, you were Lyla Jackson?" "Yes." "Wow, you know what you do is amazing. I bet you have one hell of a time doing this," Jake said thrilled. Stacy was already regretting about telling the truth. "Yes, but it has its own dangers. Now, you should continue observing people. I'll be gone for a day or two. After I return, we'll start with phase 3 of your training." "And what's phase 3?" "I'm gonna teach you how to be a woman, how to dress like a woman, how to do your make up, how to walk, talk and act like a woman." "Yeah, sure," he said clearly excited. "Good, I'll see you later then," she said getting up. She still had to think about what to do tomorrow and how to confront James Jackson. How could a father beat her daughter to a coma? "You said you've worked with FBI before solving cases?" Jake asked. "Yeah." "Why is that?" She sighed. "Jake, I like becoming other people, especially women. But being able to disguise as someone else, that's kind of a super power. Becoming a woman, a beautiful and hot one in that means you have an enormous amount of power over men. You can bring any man to his knees and make him your puppet. And I'd like to use it for good by bringing bad guys to justice. And also have some fun and make some money while you're at it. Do you understand what I'm saying." Hope he gets what I just said she thought. "Yeah, kind of. Is that what you're gonna do tomorrow? You said you'll be gone for a day or two." "Yeah." "Can I come with you? I can learn something." "What? No. I told you, you're not ready yet. Just go home. Don't you have school?" "Actually, my junior year just ended. It's vacation time." "Still, the answer is no. You're not ready for this." "Okay," he said disappointed. God! He sure wants to learn fast. But that doesn't always work out our way she thought. "Can I ask you one more question?" She gave another deep sigh. "Go on." "Why did you tell me that it was you that day at my school disguised as my sister? You could've kept it to yourself and I'd never know." "Because I want you to know that you can trust me. That's why. Now do you have any more questions?" "Uhh...No, that's it. And thanks for being honest," Jake said. Stacy just smiled. "I'll see you later," she said. He does have a raw talent and is a good student she thought. Just then her phone rang. It was from Cole. What does he want now? She picked it up. She waved her hand at Jake gesturing him to leave. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Yes Cole, I'll be there tomorrow. You don't have to call me again and again," Jake heard Mr.Rover/Stacy say in the phone as he was walking away. "Yeah, I'll leave tomorrow by 7 AM from here. I'll call as soon as I reach Greenport." So Mr.Rover was going to Greenport tomorrow to solve a case Jake thought when he came outside. Mr.Rover seemed impressed about his observations on his mom and sister. Then a thought hit him. What if he could go along with him. He knew Stacy had just forbid him to go along with him saying he wasn't ready yet. But he still wanted to go. If he went to Greenport and even if Mr.Rover saw him, there's nothing he could do. He couldn't forbid him there. He just didn't know how he could go with Stacy without her noticing him. His mind began to work fast. An idea had already began to form in his head. It was a risky and crazy one. But Jake wanted to do it anyway. He picked up his phone and called home. "Hey, mom." "Jake, where are you? It's already past 8 PM." "Ahhh...is it okay if I spend the night at Doug's house. Ashton will be there too." His mom sighed. "Fine, just be careful," she said. He ended the call after saying their goodnights. Now how to spend the night here he thought looking around. He then looked into the window into the living room. Looks like Stacy went inside. He quickly opened the door and sprinted across the living room carefully without making noise and entered the room which looked like a guest room and closed the door. This was a big house. He wondered how many rooms were there. The room looked cozy. Going to the bed he set his alarm at 6 AM since Mr.Rover would be leaving at 7 AM. Hearing some footsteps outside the room, he went to the door and listened by keeping his ear to the door. He was worried if Mr.Rover came into this room. Did he know that someone was in the guest room? He thought he was gonna be screwed. But nothing happened. He didn't hear any footsteps. Looks like Mr.Rover came here to lock the door. Sighing with relief, he went to the bed. This was the most crazy thing he has ever done. There was absolutely no need to do this. But he wanted to see how Mr.Rover worked. With nothing to do he began playing a game in the phone. After sometime he fell asleep. A noise woke him up in the morning. Realizing where he was he quickly silenced his phone alarm. Did Mr.Rover hear it? Would he come charging inside the room? He was screwed. He waited for the inevitable. But nothing happened. He got lucky he thought. Sighing with relief. He opened the door slightly ajar to check outside. No one was there. He checked through the room window and saw the car parked. Mr.Rover hasn't left yet he thought. So what now? How do I go with him? Looking at the car, he got an idea. He could hide in the trunk of the car. When the car stops at Greenport, he could get off immediately. But how to get inside it? If he opens the main door and went to the car, Mr.Rover would know someone had opened the door. Besides the car doors would be locked. Shit! Another road block he thought. Again thinking of nothing else he waited which felt like forever. It was almost 7 AM. He then heard noise outside the room. Opening the door slightly, he saw Mr.Rover open the door and go to his car with a duffel bag. He wasn't wearing any bodysuit. He just looked like himself, his real self. Jake saw Mr.Rover open the car doors, tossed the duffel bag inside and then coming back to the house. Closing the room door, Jake heard him go inside. This was his chance he thought. The car doors were unlocked. He quickly moved quiet without making any noise, and went to the car. He opened the car's trunk and climbed inside closing it. The space was small and confining. But he thought he could adjust. After some time he felt the car move. Hear goes nothing he thought. He just hoped everything would work out. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After reaching Greenport, Max drove straight to a hotel. Parking the car in the parking lot in the basement of a hotel, he went to the reception. He told the receptionist that he was expecting some guests and if anyone asked for him send them right up so that one of his alter-egos would come and go as pleased. He chose this particular hotel, because it had the best escort policy. Even if he came to his room as someone else, they'd think she would be some kind of escort or a call girl. Telling them not to disturb him, he went straight to his room. Once inside, he set his duffel bag on the bed and opened it. Inside it was a bodysuit and mask. Without wasting time, he stripped naked and took out the bodysuit he had planned for the job today and began putting it on in front of the mirror. After sometime he saw a naked blond woman with long hair in the mirror. No matter how many times she did, this part, changing completely into someone else was always enticing. She opened and closed her mouth few times and made different facial expressions to test the mask's fit over her face. Her fingers pressed her face over her cheeks and near her eyes and lips. It was perfect. "You look stunning," she said to herself when her hands ran over her naked body and breasts. But her voice was still wrong. It sounded still like Max. She pressed her throat with her fingers. "Sorry Max, you're not needed right now," she said winking at herself in the mirror with her voice perfectly feminine. After putting on the bra and panties she dressed herself in a plain black t-shirt and jeans and a hooded jacket so that no one would identify her. Picking up her phone she called Cole. "I'm here," she said. "Good. James Jackson is at his home, are you ready?" "I'm always ready," she said checking her secret spy cam which she had placed on her chest so that it would be undetectable. Wearing the black sunglasses and pulling the hood over her head so that no one would identify the face she was wearing, she left the hotel. She called for a taxi outside and went to James Jackson's house. It was showtime. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jake's entire body ached. Riding in the trunk of the car for 3 hours straight was painful. He waited outside the hotel after he got out of the car in the parking lot. That was a narrow escape. Often he would open the trunk just a little bit to see where the car was. When he saw that the car had entered the parking lot of the hotel in the basement, he quickly opened the trunk a little bit more and jumped out of the car when car stopped and hid behind the other cars. He thought Mr.Rover noticed him getting out the trunk and he would get caught. But that didn't happen. Looked like his luck was still with him. After Mr.Rover left with his duffel bag, he followed him to the hotel lobby. He saw him talk with the receptionist and go to the room. Looks like he got a room. Would he change into someone else. He wanted to follow him but the hotel security guard was watching. Even if he went up there then what. If Mr.Rover saw him he'd get mad. So he decided to wait in the lobby as he sat on the sofa. It looked like a five star hotel. He kept watching for all the people who were going outside. Mr.Rover could be wearing any face. But he was sure that it would be of a pretty girl. After watching for sometime he grew tired. He thought of giving up and going back. It was completely unnecessary. Mr.Rover said he'd train him once he got back. But he wanted to see how Mr.Rover worked in the field even though he had no idea how he was going to do that. And now he was beginning to regret that decision. Just then he saw a woman with a hooded jacket and sunglasses. It looked like she was trying to be anonymous. But the face looked familiar. After looking closely, she looked a lot like Lyla Jackson. All that time searching in the internet about Lyla Jackson had paid off. But how could that be? Lyla was in New York. Unless...the realization came like blow. Shit! Mr.Rover told him yesterday that he took Lyla Jackson's identity for a case. He shook his head. So that's Mr.Rover. Again, he marveled at Mr.Rover's talent. He quickly got up and followed Mr.Rover, well Lyla Jackson outside as he saw her taking a taxi. Immediately he called a taxi too and asked the driver to follow the taxi Lyla was travelling. Jake followed Lyla to a house. He asked the driver to drop him a few blocks from Lyla's taxi. After paying the last of him money to the driver, he saw Lyla go inside the house. Quickly he sprinted up to the house. He thought of going inside but decided against it. Instead he waited outside just listening. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> James Jackson sat leisurely on the sofa watching TV on a Sunday morning. It was a good day so far. As he was watching TV randomly he saw an ad in a channel where his daughter showed up. It was a Pantene shampoo ad. Well it wasn't exactly his daughter. She was an impostor brought in by the FBI. He was relieved that whoever attacked her were caught. Cole Dashforth had informed him that the fake Lyla who was helping the FBI had disappeared. As he watched the ad, even thought he know that ad was shot by an impostor, the face she wore reminded him of his late wife. Lyla looked so much like her mother, almost like her. The mere thought of his wife enraged him. That fucking whore, he spat. Thankfully the case was closed. All in all, everything turned out to his satisfaction. No one now knew what he did. Cole had told him few days ago about the paternity test. He had no idea how they got to know about that. Would that tip them off about him? No, there was no way it would all trace back to him. They had no proof. He changed the channel not looking at the ad anymore, when he heard the door bell. He got up and opened the door. When he saw who it was it shocked him. It was his daughter. "Hello dad," she said taking off her sunglasses and hood. She walked past him. He was at a loss of words. When did she woke up from a coma? Why hadn't the police informed him? He visited his daughter a few days ago at their secret facility. She was still in a coma. This wasn't possible. It's not her daughter. She must be the impostor. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Are you not happy to see your daughter?" "You're not my daughter. You're the impostor aren't you? Brought by the FBI." "Come on, dad. It's your daughter." Her expression turned furious. "The daughter you beat so brutally that she went into a coma." Chills ran through his entire body. How did this impostor know that he beat Lyla to coma. Unless...the person standing before him was the real Lyla. The FBI said that the impostor had disappeared. "Lyla, sweetie, what are you talking about?" "Cut the bullshit dad. The FBI told me everything that happened while I was in coma. I am happy that they caught Dan Morris. But, I never thought you...my own father would do that to me. But the again you're not my real father aren't you?" So she really was his daughter. Well...not his biological daughter exactly. There was no use playing innocent. "Why are you here? Did you come alone?" "I came alone. Now I'm gonna call the cops and send you to prison for what you did to me, dad." Well, that's a mistake on her part. He slowly walked to the door and locked it. He began to laugh. She came here alone and now he can finish her off. "You know Lyla, you really are beautiful. But you're so stupid. I guess all the pretty girls are," he said slowly walking towards her. "We'll see about that." "You know you look exactly like your mother. Did I ever tell you that. I was so happy when you were born. Even more happy as I watched you grow. But I found out that you really aren't my daughter. Your mother was a cheating whore," he said enraged. "She didn't even tell me while she was dying. But I found out a few months ago when you needed some blood because of your anemia, since you've been dieting intensely for your modeling. When the doctors tested my blood, they said it wouldn't work. After running some tests they said that you weren't my biological daughter. Then, I knew your mother cheated on me. I was so enraged and mad at your mother. I hate her so much," he said picking up a knife from the apple on the table where he just had breakfast. Lyla began to walk back. Good, he thought. "And you didn't help much either. When I looked at you, I only saw your mother. I hated it. It grew so much day by day that I couldn't handle it. So one day I couldn't anymore. So, that night I attacked you in your house. Its not your fault that you look like your mom. But I couldn't help it. I just couldn't look at you. I thought I killed you. I didn't leave any loose ends. But you survived and went into a coma. It was okay, kind of. But now here you are again." "So that's why you beat me to coma. Because mom cheated and you saw mom in me. Huh...you're psychotic. I'm gonna call the cops," she said picking her phone up. "You won't. Because I'm gonna kill you now. And this time, I'm gonna make sure you're dead," he said and pounced at her trying to stab her. She moved away quickly and was about to go to door. But he caught her shoulder and dragged back with force that her back hit the wall. She cried out. He tried to stab her again in her chest, but her hands caught his hand stopping him from killing her. She then kicked him in the balls and his grip faltered. She then pushed him away. He was in pain with his one hands on his groin. But he couldn't stop now. He had to kill her. Otherwise he'd be in danger. Even though he was still in pain he gripped the knife and was about to pounce at her to stab her. But he felt a blow on the back of his head. He yelped and fell on the floor dropping the knife. His hands held his head in pain. "Jake...what the hell!" he heard Lyla say with a gasp. "What are you even doing here?" "I...I came here to help you," he heard the other voice. "You stupid...you shouldn't be here, you idiot." James saw Lyla catching hold of the stranger's t-shirt and shaking him. This wasn't the real Lyla. James realized he had been tricked. He couldn't let them leave. He saw the knife and tried to reach it. But he saw Lyla kick it off. "You....you're not Lyla." "That's right I'm not. You're finished James," he heard her say when her foot collided his face and everything went blank. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "What the hell are you doing here Jake," Lyla screamed at him. "I...I just wanted to see how you work." "So, you followed me. Arghh...Jake, you idiot. I told you I'd train you...I...how did you follow me?" she asked. She had no idea how he had followed her. "I...I..." "You know what, just stop. We'll talk later. Cops are gonna be here any minute. You have to go. They can't see you here," she said. Jake looked confused. "Oh great! Now you're confused. Just wait outside. Go through the backdoor or something. I'll find you. Shit! I forgot about the camera." The spy camera she had kept between her boobs must have recorded Jake too. She had to edit the video. Quickly connecting the spy cam to her phone, she began trimming the video. Cole should be here any minute she thought. Looking at Jake who was still here she said, "Jake get out." He nodded and ran. She shook her head. Teenagers! She was seriously starting to regret training him. After editing the video, she saw that it looked okay. Jake wasn't there on it. Taking out the memory card, she dropped the spy cam and crushed it with her foot. She looked at James who was still unconscious. What a psycho! She had seen many kinds of assholes. But never like this one. She heard sound of a car outside. Cole came inside a few seconds later with some officers. Shit! He's gonna arrest her. She knew helping him was a bad idea. He looked at James. "I'm not gonna arrest you. I still have some friends in FBI you know," he said gesturing to other officers. "Take him away," he told them. They picked up James and carried him outside. "You know for a second there I thought you were gonna arrest me," Lyla said. "Well, I didn't. Do you have the video?" he asked. She gave the memory card from the spy cam to him. He began looking at the video connecting to his phone. "What happened at the end? It looked like it got cut abruptly." "Well, he attacked me. Must've damaged the camera when I fell down." He nodded. Thank God, he didn't suspect anything. "Well, I got the proof I need. You should go." She nodded. "Hey thanks for helping me. I know you didn't have to, but thanks," he said. "And thanks for not betraying me again." Cole smiled. "Go, I'll take care of this." "What are you gonna tell your director?" "I'll take care of it. Go." Lyla nodded. She went through the backdoor. One problem solved. Now she had to find the other problem and looked for Jake. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "So by not leaving my house yesterday, you slept in my guest room, hid in my car's trunk and followed me to Greenport," Lyla Jackson said crossing her arms across her chest and looking mad. "Yeah," Jake said a little scared. Mr.Rover really looked angry. "Well that was stupid. What if something happened to you? I told you, you're not ready for this yet. And I told you, I'd train you. Why would you do something like this? And what was that stunt you pulled back there? You could've been hurt. And what would I tell your sister." "I'm sorry. I thought you were in danger. I was listening from the back window and when I heard noises I came in." "That so brave and stupid of you. And completely unnecessary. I had that completely under control. You thought you were saving some poor woman. Well guess what! I'm not a woman, Jake. I just look like one." "I'm sorry Mr.Rover. Please forgive me. It won't happen again," Jake said and meant it. If Mr.Rover kicks him out then all his hidden desires and fantasies would be destroyed and he'd be right back where he started. He didn't want to go back to his normal life hiding his fantasies. She looked at him for a few seconds. Was she thinking about kicking him out of this training. He really couldn't say and that was killing him. "You know, I really should send you back to your normal life. After what you pulled back today, I shouldn't train you," she said. That's it then. He was screwed. All his dreams went into dust bin right there. Idiot! It's all your fault, he silently cursed himself. "But, following me here without me noticing and what you did today to save me was somewhat brave. And since this is your first mistake, I'm willing to forgive you." Jake couldn't believe it. "You do," he asked. Lyla nodded. "Thanks. I promise, I'll be good this time." "You better. And if you pull something like this again, then you're out. I mean it Jake," she said with a stern look. Jake gulped. He simply nodded. Jake knew it wasn't the real Lyla standing before him. He had spent so much time in the internet looking at her pictures and fantasized about her. He even masturbated thinking about her. But damn! That mask and body suit were so realistic. Even now, in the midst of all this scolding, he was still turned on and he could feel his penis hardening. "Good, now let's get out of here," she said and started stripping her clothes. "What are you doing?" "I'm changing. I can't checkout looking like this. I have to go out the same way as I came in. And we're both guys here. You're not getting any funny ideas are you?" she said taking off her clothes except her bra and panties and stood with her hands on her hip. Jake couldn't think straight. All he could see was a beautiful blond goddess standing in front of him with her luscious boobs and a fantastic body. He had a hard time remembering what Mr.Rover said just now. He simply shook his head. She simply nodded and went into the rest room. Those images still played in his mind. God! That was so hot. After sometime Mr.Rover came out dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans. In his hands was Lyla's bodysuit. He still had Lyla's mask on. He stuffed the bodysuit in the duffel bag. As he was about to remove the mask, his phone rang. He smiled looking at the phone. It must be Ivy, Jake thought. It was weird looking Mr.Rover like that but also enticing. His entire body looked like man's body, but his head looked like Lyla Jackson. "Hey Ivy," Mr.Rover said after pressing his throat as he spoke in his own real voice. "No, no. Nothing's ever a bad time for you," he said and paused. "Yes, I solved the case. I'll tell all about it tomorrow when I get there. And yes I'm safe. They didn't arrest me," he said and paused. "Can't wait to see you," he said and ended the call. Mr.Rover's fingers then began peeling the skin of his throat and began pulling the skin upwards. He only saw these kind of unmasking in movies. Now it was happening right before him. His fingers crawled inside Lyla's face and stretched the mask outwards, expanding and contorting the face. Those beautiful eyes and lips became blank holes. With one pull the mask came off. Mr.Rover then straightened the mask brushing Lyla's hair and placed inside the duffel bag. "Let's go," he said to Jake. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> True to his word Mr.Rover began his next part of the training and also made Jake exercise and observe people. For the next 2 months Mr.Rover trained him vigorously. It was good that Jake had vacation. He had told his parents that he had enrolled in some kind of a special course and even saw less of his friends. He spent most his day at Mr.Rover's house. He was given a mask to wear. In his hands it felt like some rubberized latex. Mr.Rover helped him put it on and when he saw himself in the mirror, there was no trace of himself left above his neck. Instead he saw a very pretty young woman with brunette hair. It became complete with the contacts and dentures. The dentures were irritating at first but later he got used to it. But the body below his neck was his own male body. He touched his face. The skin so felt real. "How does it feel?" Mr.Rover asked. "It feels amazing," Jake said looking at his face. The woman's face in the mirror looked stunned with widened eyes. "You see, the woman's beauty and body can be dangerous. As dangerous as a sword or a gun. A beautiful woman can bring the strongest of men to their knees," Mr.Rover said touching Jake's shoulder who nodded. "When do I get the rest of the bodysuit?" "Like I said, all in good time." From then on Mr.Rover taught him how to apply make-up on his face. He wore the same mask everyday and practiced on it. He also taught him about women's fashion, their clothes and accessories. Mr.Rover even made him wear a few dresses. The sensations of wearing the bra and panties especially the stockings on his feet were enticing and thrilling. He loved how they made him feel. Walking in heels was difficult and walking and acting like a woman was even more difficult. But with time and practice he improved. He got better at applying make- up. At first it took sometime but now he was better at it. Gradually he understood how to act and walk like a woman. He got better at walking in high heels. With regular exercise he kept his body fit. He even got better at observing people, knowing about their characteristcs and traits. He also came to know how the mask making machine and scanning device works. He thought it was amazing. Mr.Rover was a genius. Along with this Mr.Rover also taught him self-defense and combat lessons. He told him thought in this line of work they had to be ready for anything. Every day he would come home exhausted with body pains with all the training he was undergoing. He was careful not to let his parents see it and acted normal. Soon you'll be complete Jake told himself wearing the mask and looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't wait to let the woman in him out. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Still finding nothing after months of searching for Anika Wallis or her friend, Ray and his goons were tired that day and stopped at a small diner in the city. Jason's gonna kill him he thought to himself sipping a coffee. "We've been searching her for months. Still we couldn't find her," said one of the goons. "We keep looking. If we return empty handed boss is gonna kill us." "Why do you care any way? He lost his money and everything. Why do you still work for him?" said the other one. He was right. He could just leave. Why am I still working for him? he asked himself. He thought about saying he was right. Instead he said seriously, "We keep looking. Or else boss is gonna skin us alive." All the others nodded reluctantly. Ray looked out the window, watching the street and the people. Suddenly he saw a woman and recognized her. She looked very much like the one he saw on that day in the nightclub. She looked like the friend of Anika Wallis. Walking out of the building which seems to belong to some corporate law firm, she was talking on phone with someone. "Boys, it's our lucky day. We found her," he said and pointed her to others. "Great let's grab her," one the goons said. "You know what to do. She's walking towards the end of the block. I'll bring the car around. Make sure no one sees you grabbing her," Ray told him. They all nodded and left the diner in a hurry. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sylvia McCord(who was really Max masquerading as Sylvia) watched Jake put on the make-up to his face, well not exactly his face. He was getting better day by day. Not only in putting on make-up but also in other aspects of the training too. "Ms.McCord, if you don't mind, you've been training me for almost 2 months. When do I get to wear a full body suit," Jake asked. He was still wearing the mask and spoke in a woman's voice. "You know what Jake. I think it's time for a test." It was true. She really thought he was ready. "Test? What test?" "Tonight we're gonna go to a pub. And you're gonna seduce someone," she said standing before him. "Really? So I get to wear a full body suit?" he asked excited. She nodded. "I'm gonna give you the rest of the bodysuit for the mask you're wearing. Let's see if I trained you well," she said smiling. Jake nodded. Just then her phone rang. It was from Ivy. "Hey Ivy," she said smiling answering the phone. "Hello Anika," said the voice on the other end of the phone. It was man's voice and he was talking from Ivy's phone. Sylvia checked her phone if it was the correct number. And why was he asking for Anika? How does he know her? Confused and worried she said, "Who's this? Where's Ivy?" "She's fine. For now. And she'll stay that way if you do as I say." "Who are you?" Sylvia asked with anger seeping into her voice. "Don't you remember me. That hurts. You're the one who came to my nightclub, seduced me and gave me over to cops" Now she remembered. It was Jason Cotilard. She went to his nightclub as Anika Wallis and made him confess using truth serum and sent him to jail. But how did he find her. She hadn't used Anika's face anywhere since that day. And why does he have Ivy. Of course, he would find me she thought realization dawning on her. That day some the goons tried to rape Ivy too and Anika saved Ivy and kicked their asses. Jason couldn't find Anika. But he found Ivy. He knew Ivy would lead him straight to Anika. Shit! How did I miss this? Sylvia scolded herself. Now it was all her fault. "Listen to me, you pathetic piece of shit. If you even touch her, I'll..." "You'll do what," he laughed. "You know I am eager to find out. If you want her, then come get her. And come alone. If you involve the cops, then I'll send your girlfriend in pieces. I'll text you the time and location. Can't wait to see you Anika," he said ending the call. Sylv