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Plan for a Plan by Super Hell Kitten Graham Stuart had just returned from his highly paid design job at the Ministry of Defence when his mobile phone rang. He had set the ring tone to the Star Wars 'Darth Vader' theme for his wife Juliet, so when it rang he knew exactly who it was. "Julie baby, hi," he answered. They had been married for four years now but the passion was still there in the relationship. "Hi Graham" she replied. "Listen up, babe, I'm going to be a little late tonight. Well, actually, very late, to be honest. Ron Fairsley's got us rewriting the proposal that's gotta be out tomorrow and well, it's going to take some time. Don't bother cooking for me as I'll get a takeaway." "OK, babes. Just as well you've already packed to go to Brussels tomorrow, then. I promise I won't be long at NATO HQ, then we can use the remainder of the time to tour the city." "See you about eleven, then. Bye honey." With that the call from his wife ended. Graham was actually secretly delighted that he would have the evening to himself; his wife hated football and it was the European Cup final on tonight. He could now nip down to the local shop, get some beers in and relax in front of the spectacle without his wife making comments about how she was missing Desperate Housewives for this, and how much he would owe her in credit for the future. That's one pair of expensive shoes I've saved having to buy for her tonight, Graham mused as he prepared to go out and get the beer. *** Juliet Stuart headed down into the car park at Valimar Industries; her heels clicking noisily on the awful concrete surface and echoing throughout the dark echelons of cars. She mused that the traffic would not be that heavy tonight and was glad she was going away tonight rather than tomorrow when the Bank Holiday traffic would really be bad. Graham's design for the new missile would go to NATO headquarters in Brussels tomorrow morning during which she would have plenty of time to go round all the expensive boutiques in the centre of Brussels. She had seen a fabulous pair of new Jimmy Choos in Cosmo last week and she hoped that she would be able to get them there. No doubt he would want to watch the football tonight, some big game or something. All the men had been going on about it by the coffee machine today. If she were clever she would get him to pay for the Jimmy Choos as payment for suffering the football. As she approached her car she began to look into her handbag for the keys to her Porsche. Graham had insisted on buying it for her, though now that she had it she found she was beginning to see the excitement with it. As she took out the keys from her bag she heard a noise behind her. She tried to turn but felt an arm around her throat. She tried to call out but found a foul smelling rag in her face that started to make her cough. I'm going to be raped, she thought as she passed out. The masked figure behind her picked up her car keys and unlocked the door to the Porsche. Then the person gently lifted the chloroformed figure of Juliet Stuart into the passenger seat and strapped her in before getting into the driver's side. The unknown figure quickly went through her handbag, found her mobile phone and quickly located Juliet's husband's number as it was on speed dial, and pressed to connect. "Julie baby, hi," the man answered. "Hi Graham," the masked person replied in a woman's voice. *** The figure removed his black ski mask to reveal the face of an ordinary looking, nondescript man. He drove up the ramp leading out of the car park and across the one way ridges that prevented cars from getting into the car park through that route. Instead of heading to Juliet's home the car headed in the other direction. Getting to drive a Porsche was just one of the fringe benefits of the whole scheme that made the man smile inside. A few minutes later the car was pulling into the drive of a house on the outskirts of town and the man clicked on the remote to open the garage automatically so that he could drive in with the minimum of notice. The back door of the garage opened and another man in his thirties, about 5'10"" with close cropped hair entered. "Bang on schedule, Chameleon," he said matter of factly. "Yeah, it went like clockwork. Now help me carry her upstairs so we can get to work," the car driver replied. "This is going to take a while and we only have until about eleven." The two men carried the drugged form of Juliet Stuart into the house and up the stairs where they lay her on a firm camp bed. "Strip her while I get showered," the man called the Chameleon ordered. With that he removed the latex mask covering his face and dumped it on the floor as he turned to head to the bathroom. The other man nodded and began removing Juliet's 2" heels and carefully put them next to a dressing table. Then moving her slightly began to take off her suit jacket, skirt and blouse before hanging them up on a hanger next to a fake looking woman's torso with long brown hair attached. The man started to remove Juliet's tights, being very careful not to cause any ladders as he removed them from her legs - he got slightly aroused as he did this as undressing a woman was a very sensual act. He put the tights on the dressing table next to a makeup tray and turned Juliet to remove her bra releasing her beautiful C cup breasts. She now lay there in just her jewellery and panties that he removed next and added to the pile on the dressing table. The Chameleon returned from the shower slightly wet and completely hairless. He nodded as he took a picture of the naked woman and then pulled out a blond wig to compare to the hair of the young woman. "The colour is close enough," he said out loud. "We can style it to look the same afterwards. Now get the wig cap on her and put the breathing apparatus in her mouth before you apply the reverse mould to her face and body. I need to check the colour of the latex against her body." The other man applied a paste to the sleeping woman, covering her from head to just below her pelvis. When that side dried he then did the same to the other side. About an hour later when it all had dried, the Chameleon returned to carefully cut Juliet from her apparent mummification until he had two halves of a woman's body above her thighs. "After I've poured the latex it'll take an hour or two to dry," the Chameleon commented. "We're going to be cutting this fine as then I'll need to get the blemishes out and get the fitting right." "I have every confidence in you," the other man said. "You are after all being extremely well paid for this." ***** Graham rocked back on his feet as Manchester United missed a sitter in front of goal. It was nearly half time, still nil - nil and the pizza would be here soon. There had been a number of chances for each side and it looked like it would be one of these games where a single goal would decide it between the two teams. He had another chug of beer as he leaned forward to stare intently at the action. The house phone rang and he considered not answering it to stay watching the pulsating action of the game. Reluctantly however he got up to answer the phone. "Hi honey, it's me," the voice of Juliet Stuart came over the line. "Oh hi," Graham replied distractedly trying to look round the corner to see the TV whilst still on the phone. "How's it going, babe?" "Not bad, but I don't think I'll be finished here till eleven, then it'll take me half an hour to get home. Can you do me a favour and make sure my passport is out ready for tomorrow, please hon?" "Sure. I thought you'd put it in your overnight bag but I'll check later." "You mean after the football has finished?" Juliet's voice accused him. "Just make sure you don't forget." "OK, babes, I won't forget. See you later." Graham hoped to end the call quickly so he could get back to the game. "Luv you," she said as she hung up. *** "Done" said The Chameleon as he put down the phone. "I don't want to be shown up tomorrow not knowing where my passport is. Now let's start to do a fitting." With that he began to apply some surgical glue to his chest before firmly placing two realistic looking breast forms over the area, carefully ensuring they lined up in the right place. Next he wrapped a flesh coloured corset around his waist and instructed the other man to pull tightly on the two cords. He looked at himself in the mirror and then checked the photograph he had taken earlier. "Tighter" he said. "This has got to be right, else I'll never fit into her clothes." The other man pulled tighter on the corset pushing his knee into The Chameleon's back to get better purchase before finally tying the corset off. The Chameleon then stepped into a padded-looking panty and pushed his balls up into his body cavity. Then he pulled his cock back underneath him and funnelled it back into a fleshy tube that rolled back in a "U" shape underneath his tucked penis, ending in a bell shape at the end. He pulled the garment right up so that it looked a bit like he had hips and a rounded feminine bum. "Now the fun part. You'll have to help me into the latex bodysuit," the Chameleon ordered the other man. The other man brought out from the other room a flesh coloured suit from neck to just below the pelvis with short- sleeved arms and an opening in the back. The Chameleon stepped into the short legs and pulled the suit over his shaped body. He spent some time making adjustments to fit everything in the right place then nodded for his partner to use the fine zip to zip up the back part. Then he got some more latex from his pot and carefully blended the edges of the suit in the thighs, the upper arms and the neck to his skin. "You'll have to cover the zip as I can't reach there," he said nonchalantly. "Be careful not to use too little or too much. You can make it look like part of the spine but ensure it is all covered." The other man applied the latex to The Chameleon's back, sealing him in the suit. Then The Chameleon set about pushing the tube to the inside of the vaginal lips and sealing it in with some clips. "The inner material of the tube is stretchy and hopefully will accommodate him if I have to get involved in any sexual activity - not that I'm aiming for that." The Chameleon then pulled out a blond merkin and attached it to the suit's pubic area. He trimmed it down and compared his handy work to the photo. The pussy area was very like that of the sleeping Juliet Stuart. Finally he applied surgical glue to each breast and applied a nipple to each area. Now all he had to do was wait for his work to dry. In the meantime, he concentrated on fitting the newly made mask into position over his own features. The eyes were the hardest to line up and he needed a bit of extra surgical glue to ensure that they moved realistically with his own. Next he glued on some thin fake eyebrows to match the thin arches of Juliet and glued the wig into place. He spent ages teasing the wig out to get the hair in just the right place whilst the other man glanced at his watch. Then he expertly applied makeup using a combination of items on the dresser and items from the real Juliet's handbag. He then painted his fingernails and toenails before waiting for them to dry along with the latex. The other man looked on at the figure in front of him amazed at the result of the transformation. If he didn't know any better he would have thought he had a young sexy woman in front of him. In spite of himself the other man's cock grew in his pants. "You'll need to get the jewellery on, then dress," the man said impatiently, trying to remove any sexual thoughts from his mind. "Yes, I know," the figure of Juliet Stuart said in her voice. The new Juliet picked up her slender woman's watch and put it on. Then she made a hole in each fake earlobe and hung the diamond earrings from each ear. Next she struggled to get her engagement ring and wedding ring on the right finger before allowing the other man to put her necklace on. The fake Juliet then went and sat at the table and opened the draw beside her. She pulled out two small boxes and put them on the surface. Out of the first she took what looked like a pair of dentures and put them into her mouth. She smiled and the face that beamed back at her had the smile of a woman. Next she opened the other box she took two blue contact lenses and carefully popped them in her eyes. She fussed over her hair a bit more then inspected herself again. She then applied deodorant and sprayed herself with body spray and perfume. Finally she took out a tube from the drawer and then she squirted a little of a gel substance up her pussy. "Don't want to smell like a latex woman, now, do I? Time to get dressed," the fake Juliet stated. "I don't want to be late for my husband." Quickly the fake Juliet pulled her panties on over her round sensuous ass, and then put the bra on back to front, did it up and then twisted it round the other way before pulling the straps over her shoulders like she had been doing it for years. She ensured her full breasts were neatly tucked into cup and briefly admired her handy work. The Chameleon was secretly turned on during this transformation but did not want his partner in crime to know. Next he rolled up one of the tights legs and fit his foot into the hole, then he did the same on the other leg before pulling the gusset area up over his panties. He took the suit skirt down from the hanger and stepped into it before zipping up the side. Then he put on the blouse over his handiwork, covering up the fake belly button he had worked on for ages and the beautiful breasts. Finally he slipped off the suit jacket and put it on. The shoes would be a problem since the real Juliet took a size 6 and he was a size 7. He pulled out a white pair from the closet that were similar styled to the ones the real Juliet was wearing but with a 3" heel and slipped them on. They'd have to do. He looked at the clock - it was 10:54. "That was cutting it fine," the fake Juliet sounded relieved. "Now remember to keep her drugged and I'll see you later tomorrow morning if the plan goes without a hitch." With that the fake Juliet picked up her handbag, walked out the room and down the stairs walking sexily in her new heels. The other man just shook his head in disbelief at the transformation and decided that the first order of business would be to deal with the hard-on in his pants before he re-drugged the woman lying on the bed. *** The match had been over for two hours by the time Graham heard the door open downstairs. He had checked his case for the morning and Juliet's passport as instructed and had got himself ready for bed as he was a bit drunk from the six cans of beer he had consumed during the match. He heard her call out downstairs. "Hi honey, I'm home!" "I'm up here," he replied, "hoping to get an early night." "OK, be up in a sec, hon," his wife replied. Graham usually slept with pyjama bottoms on only, but when he was on the hunt for sex he always went au naturel. He slipped off his dressing gown, set the alarm system for the night and nakedly got into bed. A few minutes later his wife came up and looked at him across the bedroom. "Hard day, babe?" he said "I have just the thing for you. Let me help you out of that tight, restrictive looking clothing." "Sure, just let me take my makeup off first, then I'll be right with you." With that his wife went into the en-suite bathroom and began applying various creams from the bench that he had no idea what they were. He enjoyed watching her bend over the sink for a while looking at her sexy round ass through the knee length business skirt. Then she turned round and closed the door, which Graham found a little disappointing until he heard the sound of a tinkle in the toilet. *** The Chameleon closed the door and took down his tights and panties before lifting up his skirt. Although he needed to pee he was not desperate, but seeing the look in Graham Stuart's face he knew exactly what the man wanted. He had to be ready, else he had get found out as the fake he was. He sat down on the loo and started to pee. The device he had built he had tried out once before and he was sure that peeing as a woman would not be a problem. It was weird sitting down to pee and not being able to aim with his cock. He waited till most of the dribbles had gone then wiped all round his pussy area with toilet paper before flushing. Then he took out the tube of gel from his purse and began to squirt up it into the cavity beyond. He needed to be well lubed there and also be prepared in case Graham decided he had not had enough to eat tonight and wanted to eat a bit of pussy too. The Chameleon had been told that this gel mixture tasted as close as you could get to the real thing, and since Graham was obviously a bit tipsy he prayed he'd get away with it. He pulled up his undergarments and smoothed down his skirt before unlocking the door and heading into the lion's den. ***** Graham saw his wife emerge from the loo and decided he needed to take some positive action. He leapt out of bed and embraced his wife kissing her fully on the lips and pushing his erect penis into her skirt in the process. The side effect was for her lovely breasts to be mashed against his chest. After a moment he let go of the embrace slightly to remove her jacket and then start to unbutton her blouse. He could smell the mixture of her perfume and body spray as he did so and that only heightened the excitement in his pelvic region. With the last button undone he pushed off her blouse and she allowed him to slide it down each arm. "Mmmm," she said as he then proceeded to kiss her breasts out of the top of the cups, "and I thought you'd be tired after all that beer." He reached round behind her back again and began fiddling with the hooks on the back. He had never been great at getting these things undone, and his wife always found it amusing how long it took him. This time he did it after only a minute and she did not comment any further. As he was unhooking her though her founds had found his enlarged penis and had began to stroke it with her manicured hands. He was so aroused at this point that he almost came there and then, but he held it in. As the bra was freed so were his wife's beautiful breasts revealed and he started to gently suck at the nipples. After a while Juliet began to moan with pleasure and her grip loosened on his cock. Suddenly she gave him a little push and his calves hit the top of the bed and he landed on it on his back. She got on top his naked body and began to suck took his dick in her mouth. She hadn't given head to him for over a year now and the surprise and delight at the delicate touch of her tongue sent him into ecstasy. He desperately tried to hold the bursting force of his cock but it was futile and he fired wave after wave of cum into her mouth. She withdrew from his cock and licked the remainder off, giving him further waves of pleasure until she withdrew. "I heard on the radio on the way home that your team lost. I thought I'd give you the consolation prize," she announced sexily. Graham remembered again why he had married her, though felt guilty that he had not pleasured her back. *** The Chameleon had decided that this was the lesser of the two evils since he really didn't want to be exposed. Graham had obviously experienced the post coital rush and his body would be releasing all the serotonin that relaxed him. He hoped that this would be the impetus to settle in for the night. "Yeah, I was a bit disappointed with the game, but certainly not with my after-game treat," Graham replied. "You've been working really hard, I think you deserve a bit of a treat too." The fake Juliet looked down and saw that Graham's cock was still hard as a rock even after she had blown him off. "I got some Viagra from Darren at work," he explained "and I thought I'd give it a whirl. Now let's have that skirt off you and get into those sexy little panties of yours." Oh God, I wonder how long he's going to keep this up tonight, the Chameleon thought. At least he doesn't want a taste though. The fake Juliet let Graham take off her tights and undid her skirt, which fell to the floor. Then he got up from the bed and pulled down her panties, pushing the finger of one of his hands into her pussy whilst he kissed her. The Chameleon felt Graham's tongue in his mouth and, though repulsed, tried to think thoughts that this was in fact an incredibly sexy woman tonguing him. He started remembering past girlfriends, pretending to himself that this was the same. The Chameleon could feel the finger in his pussy tube as the top edge was abutting his restrained penis. After Graham released him from the kiss he remembered to moan in a pleased kind of way that he had heard women do before. The fingering went on for some time and was then joined by the other hand on his left breast. The Chameleon started to make the moaning louder, imitating the sounds of past girlfriends, and forced himself to put his manicured hands on Graham's hairy chest. After a few minutes Graham obviously got bored with his fingering and prodding and spun the fake Juliet around and tripped her onto the bed. She felt back onto the soft surface and the force of the push forced her legs into the air. Graham climbed on top and forced the Chameleon's legs apart. The Chameleon realized that this was the moment of truth and waited for Graham's cock to enter his fake pussy. The enlarged member slid in between the fake pussy lips and closed around it and in the ceiling mirror the Chameleon could see that all seemed well. Graham begun to rhythmically pound into Juliet's fake pussy and he remembered to start making the sex noises that he'd got on the tape from the bug they'd planted in the house last week. The Chameleon used his nails to dig into Graham's back and scratched it to heighten his pleasure. It was lucky he was drunk, as he seemed not to have noticed anything was wrong. As he moaned with apparent pleasure the Chameleon wondered how long Graham would keep this up. Viagra could give him an erection for hours, would he want to fuck all night long? After about 5 minutes, tired of pretending to be aroused the Chameleon went for the climax. He hoped the noises he was making were right as he pretended to come and let his partner know that Juliet was satisfied. She kissed him on the lips, but he was still hard and continued to pound her sexy pussy. The Chameleon had to start again ... this was going to be a multiple orgasm night. An hour later Graham was exhausted and the alcohol in his system was making him sleepy, but he still had an erection. "Babe, I hope you don't mind but I can't do this all night - not without getting fitter first," Graham told her at last. "That's OK honey, I've had a hard day too and we've got to catch the Eurostar tomorrow. You did set the alarm for seven am didn't you?" The Chameleon looked at the clock. It was half past one. "Sure. I love you babes," he said. "Yeah, I love you too," the fake Juliet replied. Graham rolled of her onto his side of the bed, and the Chameleon went to find Juliet's sexy nightdress in the closet before climbing back onto Juliet's side of the bed. She turned on her side and Graham cuddled up against her in the spoon position; his still erect cock slipped into her pussy. Ten minutes later Graham was fast asleep still inside her pussy. The Chameleon had planned to look around the house for the plans tonight, but clearly this was no longer possible. He had no choice but to go to sleep and wait around for an opportunity the next day. *** The alarm went off at seven am sharp and Graham blearily opened his eyes. The Viagra was a miracle and had given him the best romp in bed since his teens. He realized that he was still enlarged and inside his wife as he gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Time to get up sleepy head," he said softly as he pulled out of her. "Morning," she turned and kissed him on the lips before heading to the bathroom. Damn he wanted to go too. He'd have to use the other bathroom like normal. It was a big day for him as lunchtime he would be delivering the final plans for the new European rocket system in Brussels. The conclusion of the project meant he would have two weeks to spend with his lovely wife on the continent. After last night he considered that he would try and get some more Viagra, but next time he would take it earlier; he did not want to walk around with a boner all morning, though thankfully now he was away from his wife it was starting to go down. *** The Chameleon went to the bathroom to inspect any damage to his suit. It was critical that he was not detected and any tears could give him away. His fake vagina was filled with Graham's cum and he first of all had to perform the disgusting task of getting rid of the sticky semen still in his crotch. After he had washed it out he lifted his nightdress and once again relieved himself as a girl. As he did so he looked at himself in the mirror. It was no wonder that Graham could not tell the difference as the suit certainly had gone beyond his expectations. It was uncomfortable however and the corset restricted his movement. He would have to choose his movements carefully to seem as natural as possible this morning. At the vanity he washed, cleaned have fake dentures and started to apply Juliet's make-up for the day. The handbag he had left there last night was still there and he used the cosmetics still in it. He brought the bag with him out of the bathroom and put it on the bed. He would need to transfer everything out into the one he would be using today. The golden rule of dressing as a woman was that your outfit had to match your shoes and your handbag - hence the need for so many. The Chameleon looked through Juliet's drawers for a pair of panties and a bra. Whilst in her lingerie draw he saw a lovely pair of stockings with a suspender belt and a wicked grin came across his face. Why should he not have fun with the assignment? Tossing aside the panties for a minute he put on the suspender belt and carefully rolled the stockings up his legs. After fastening the stockings to the suspenders he put the panties over the top covering up his golden treasure. He looked at himself in the mirror and lusted after what he saw. As he was putting on the matching bra Graham walked back into the bedroom. "Wow, you're looking hot," he said. Men could not resist stockings and suspenders and he came over to start kissing his wife. The Chameleon pushed him away. "You'll mess my make-up up and you have to get ready," The fake Juliet told him sternly, slapping hi on the arse. "Get your suit on and go and make breakfast." After Graham had quickly dressed the fake Juliet began searching through her closets for what she was looking for. She needed a dress that would match the second pair of red, size seven, three-inch heels she had bought with her. None of the other shoes here would fit her larger feet. She eventually found her quarry, a lovely red smart dress, and located a gold belt to match around her waist. Then she transferred the contents of her handbag into the new one and put on her new pumps. Just then her mobile phone rang which startled her, causing her to wobble on her high heels. Luckily the phone had the name of the caller on it - 'Mum'. "Hi, Mum," the Chameleon answered in Juliet's voice. "Hello, darling," came the reply. "I just wanted to wish you luck on your little trip before you left." "Thanks, Mum" the Chameleon kept it neutral and friendly. "I'll watch the place whilst you're both away and feed the goldfish. I was wondering if there was something you could do for me." The Chameleon wondered what it was nervously as he did not want any more complications. "You know those shoes you've been looking at? If you get some, can you bring me back some too?" The Chameleon was relieved that it was nothing immediate he had to deal with. "You know they are nearly a hundred pounds," he chided her in Juliet's voice. "Yeah, sure... why not? Graham's been doing well recently, he can afford it." "Don't take too much advantage of that nice young man, now. Anyway, see you when you get back." "Sure. Thanks for looking after the place. Love you, Mum," the Chameleon said as he hung up and put the phone back in the bag on his shoulder. Now just to negotiate the stairs in these heels and he was on his way. *** "I'll have to either put these plans in my case or carry them," Graham said irritably "and I don't want to leave them in my case and be separated from them. With all this government heightened security I don't want to be responsible for losing it." "Why don't you give them to me? I'll put them in my travel bag, then we'll always have them with us all the time," Juliet replied. "Good idea, babe," Graham said, relieved, as the taxi showed up to take them to the station. "Here." His lovely young wife took them from him and put them in her bag. She insisted on inspecting herself in the hallway mirror before leaving the house and letting him lock up. Graham hefted the cases into the taxi boot whilst Juliet lifted her dress slightly and slid into the back seat of the taxi. Boy, am I a lucky man Graham thought. The two Secret Service agents assigned to protect him during the transfer of the plans left their posts by the house and checked under the taxi before getting into the taxi with Graham and Juliet. "Mr. and Mrs. Stuart," the taller of the two said simply, "we're all clear to go." *** They all pulled up in the taxi outside St Pancreas International station. The Secret Service agents went to get the bags out of the boot as his wife slid her legs carefully out of the taxi and put her heels to the ground. The morning London air was as noxious as always with fumes it caused her to cough a little. Graham patted her sympathetically on the back and told her that they would have fifteen minutes to go and check in. This was a little white lie, as Graham was obsessed about being on time. In reality they had forty minutes, but he did not want to be caught out by any last minute delays. He was glad he had used the Viagra last night as he could not really show too much affection to his wife whilst the agents were around him all morning. No doubt the agents posted outside last night heard some of the bedroom antics going on upstairs as they were at the door directly below. "This way, Mrs. Stuart," the taller agent said to his wife. "Oh, I hate to be a bother but I really need to go and powder my nose before we go and check in," Juliet requested. "Can't it wait until we've booked in?" Graham said somewhat irritably. "No, hon, I really need to go. All that coffee I drank before we left..." she informed him. "OK, there are some loos over near Platform Three," Graham told the secret service agents. "Let's head over there." "I'll only be five minutes hon" she told him as she disappeared into the loo with her vanity case. The Secret Service agents were assigned to him and were left holding the suitcases outside. They were assigned to him and would remain with him to protect him. Besides, they could hardly go in the ladies with Juliet. *** The fake Juliet entered the lavatory and headed to the fifth stall from the left, which appeared to be locked. She knocked three times on the door and said "It's Juliet" quietly to whoever was in there. The door opened to reveal a tall woman with brown hair wearing a smart business suit with trousers and flat heels. "Quick, get in," the other lady whispered in a very male sounding voice. Inside the loo at the back was another pink case. "Put the vanity in this," she insisted in her whispered male voice. She opened up a large shopping bag with a clipped top. The vanity fitted in nicely and the lady turned on her heels. "See you back at base in an hour," she whispered to the fake Juliet. After she left the cubicle Juliet sprang into action locking the door and opened the case on the toilet seat. She quickly began removing her dress, stockings and shoes and then took out her teeth and contacts before ripping off her mask by the hair. In the case was another mask with red hair attached. She slid the mask on and quickly arranged the eye sockets to line up and brushed the hair straight. There was no time for a professional job here. The Chameleon pulled a pink-scooped neck tee shirt with a cute flower design on the front of it and pulled on a pair of ladies jeans over his ladies hips. Then he quickly put on some pop socks, some women's trainers and slung a small handbag over his shoulder. He dumped all the stuff he took off into the case, then took off the necklace, earrings and weddings rings and dumped then there also. Doing the case up quickly he then spent a second composing himself before flushing to loo and opening up the cubicle. There were two other women at the basins and the Chameleon headed there pulling the pink case along behind on its back wheels. He inspected his work in the mirror and inwardly scowled. There were several problems with the fit of the mask that he tried his best to push in whilst pretending to wash in the sink. After a minute of further inspection he decided to reapply a bit of lipstick from his new bag. The woman next to him suddenly spoke to him. "That colour goes well with your complexion" she said. "What is the shade?" "Caprice" the Chameleon replied quickly in Juliet's voice. There was no time to work on a new one and it would not matter now with someone who was not important. "I bought it in Superdrug last month," the Chameleon finished in a chatty fashion. He was aware of the female social club that occurred in their toilets but was surprised when it actually happened. Satisfied the woman wished her a nice day and headed off. The Chameleon decided it was time he headed out as well. He pulled his pink case along behind him and passed Graham Stuart and the two Secret Service agents who seemed to be in debate about something. He did not want to stop to look so he just carried on walking out of the station where he hailed a taxi. Instead of heading for the rented house the Chameleon decided to mix things up a bit, and headed back to his other place and changed before he went to recover his money. *** The Secret Service agent was really getting on Graham's nerves. Juliet would be back soon, these things sometimes took a while. Women getting ready and women in the loo always took their time. He figured that the agents probably were single and did not understand this basic law of nature. "We should go in and scout the premises," the taller agent said. "She's hardly going to go anywhere, it's just a toilet, for Christ's sake, man. Give my wife a little longer," Graham responded. Still he was starting to get a little anxious himself. He wanted to be on time and the best way to do that was to be at the front of the check-in queue. "You have the document with you, Sir?" the other agent asked Graham. "No, it's in Juliet's travel bag," he replied. "Which is where?" the other agent demanded. "Well, it's with her in the loo," Graham responded, a little exasperated. The agents took one look at each other, nodded, then headed into the toilet. Several startled women screamed as two armed men invaded their private area, guns to the fore just like on Television. The agents systematically checked each of the women in the toilet and completely failed to find either Juliet or the papers. After they had calmed everyone down and come back out of the toilet Graham demanded of them where his wife was. The agent merely answered him meekly, "She's disappeared." *** The intermediate, who currently looked like a tallish, well-dressed woman, entered the house they had rented especially for this escapade. The name on his driving licence was Thomas Handleman but that was not his real name. His employers had ensured that they could not be traced back to the man who had set all of this up. The man whose name was not Thomas ripped off the mask and quickly tore off the remainder of the women's clothes. He had always hated this part of the plan as it offended his sense of maleness. Having got rid of the accursed clothes he pulled on his jeans and a shirt. Feeling much better after his little tantrum he open the oversize shopping bag and took out the travel bag. He then rifled through it and found the document wallet he was looking for. He picked up his phone and dialled in the number from memory. "Hi, it's me," he started, "we have the goods. I just have one or two little loose ends that need to be tied up then I'll be at the rendezvous point." The only response he had from the other end was two words "Good work". He did not expect much though as the call hung up. One of the little loose ends was lying on the bed in front of him drugged up to the eyeballs. He considered having a little fun before disposing of her, but he needed to ready in case the little freak showed up. He decided instead to get her ready for transport and went down to his car to get one of the two body bags out of the boot. He needed her alive to be the scapegoat for the whole thing, but that did not mean she had to travel in luxury. He would need the clothes that the freak had in the case to dress her, but he felt he could do that after she was partially in the bag. Where was that freak anyway? He should have been here by now. The man who was not called Thomas pulled a gun out of his pocket and began attaching a silencer to the barrel. There was no point in disturbing the neighbours unnecessarily now was there. He sat back in the rocker chair and waited. *** The Chameleon had removed all signs of his Juliet disguise and the temporary redhead mask. He was sorry to have to cut the latex suit off but since he'd been sealed in there was no other alternative. It was a pity really, but could not be helped. Many of the bits could be cannibalized for later however. In the meantime he pulled a flesh coloured suit out of the closet which he knew would be quick to put on - not as realistic as the Juliet suit, but far more useful in other ways. "Welcome back to the world, Alison Graves," the Chameleon said to himself. "Why, thank you, Sir," the Chameleon replied in an earthy female voice. The Chameleon removed his breast forms with solvent as the Alison had her own special D cups built into the suit. Leaving the other foundation garments in place the Chameleon donned the suit and then put the mask in place ensuring that everything matched up. Opening a wardrobe he quickly dressed in Alison's clothes and pulled on a pair of her long black boots with a two-inch heel. One final check in the mirror, then he picked up Alison's bag and locked the door. The Chameleon took Alison's clapped out Citroen out of the garage and drove it to the rented house to collect his money. A million pounds was a good payday, but he had plenty of expenses to consider - latex, wigs, clothes, and all sorts of other tools of the trade. He had done a good job, perhaps even beyond normal expectations in that he had had to suck off a man and then get screwed half the night. Still, the money would make up for it, assuming he managed to get it. The back door was open in the rented house and he let himself in. The wooden floor gave away his entrance as the boots clicked on the flooring. He always hated these types of floors as it made it harder to sneak in quietly. He headed upstairs to the latex room as he liked to think of it. "Oh, so the freak is here at last!" the man who wasn't called Thomas exclaimed pointing his gun at the figure of Alison Graves. "Now I'm going to get a little revenge for you dragging me into your freaky fantasies, you sick bastard. I couldn't say anything before but you really make me sick with your dress-up games." "I take it I won't be getting paid then for my services," Alison said calmly in her earthy voice. "Damn straight, I'll be taking the lot and will be living in luxury from it. Juliet can take the rap for the whole thing and you, you little freak, are now surplus to requirements." "I'm very sorry to hear that," Alison continued calmly. "I have just one last request before you kill me." "What's that?" the man not called Thomas demanded. Two shots rang out and hit the gunman directly in the chest. A small amount of smoke from the twin guns remained around Alison's chest. "I'd like you to die first. A man always loves to get close to a woman's bazookas." Alison had to change her top as the one she had on had two nice holes in it. After that she decided that she needed to use the body bag the gunman had lain out on the bed. She also needed to dress Juliet back into her clothes and drop her off somewhere that she could be found and not mugged. Yes, she needed the money but she was not a bitch with it. Juliet was just an innocent pawn in this game and she did not deserve anything bad to happen to her. After she had dumped the gunman's body she would drop her off in a safe neighbourhood. The Chameleon was now out of pocket and he needed to find the ultimate employers to get the money he had earned. He went through the gunman's pockets for any identifying signs and then went through his car. He would sort through them all later once he had dealt with the bodies. *** Special Agent Desmond Wilkes was quite upset at the two incompetent agents who had been assigned to watch over the Stuarts. They had been questioned extensively as had Graham Stuart. The details of his lovemaking the night before indicated that there was a man and two women involved in this heist. They had found Mrs. Stuart in Kensington and questioned her extensively. It was clear that she knew nothing about the whole thing and the CCTV from the company car park and her boss's evidence that there had been no late night working had all corroborated her story. So, the man in the car park, the woman who had disguised herself as Juliet and the tall woman from the station loo. The CCTV had shown that she had gone into the loo with the pink suitcase and then left with a different bag. The woman posing as Juliet had put on a red wig and different clothes and had left with the pink suitcase. It had taken several replays of the videos over the course of a two hour period to ascertain this. What to do with this knowledge though? It was clear that they could not identify any of the culprits as they were all in disguise or had their faces hidden, but Special Agent Wilkes had been tasked with recovering the plans as quickly as possible. Normal MI5 methods would probably not work in this case, and James Bond was, unfortunately, not real. Special Agent Wilkes, though, had his own little secret. He had his own little special force that was probably the only one that could help him recover the plans. They had all sort of fallen into his hands during the course of his work. Tanya Holden had been a cat burglar who had been robbing a number of stately homes - she was one of the best he had ever seen and he probably would not have caught her had her treacherous boyfriend not turned her in for the reward. Liam Quales was an extraordinary hacker who had broken into the FBI database. The Americans wanted him deported, but Wilkes had successfully appealed to have him assigned to his little team. The latest addition to his team was a young man by the name of Adam Keynes who had performed one of the most ingenious bank robberies Wilkes ever come across. The police had been stumped by it for weeks and Wilkes had been lucky to catch him. He was an expert in disguise and he had even fooled the Bank Manager into thinking he was one of the bank teller girls. If anyone would have an insight into how this was done it was him. Special Agent Wilkes headed to the secure apartment where the three members of his Axis of Evil team were being held in comfort. He did not entirely trust his team, who were after all criminals with unique skills, so he implanted a microchip in them whilst they had been knocked out that would tell him where they were at all times. This would be the first test of his team: if they failed him they would be imprisoned and he would lose a lot of face if not rank. He opened the door to the apartment and explained the problem to his prot?g?es.