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The XX Factor Adam was testing Liam's new security system. He was wearing his new bodysuit. The new girl had been christened April Scott, courtesy of a new driving licence and passport that Desmond Wilkes had given him earlier. She entered the MI6 building and headed up to the desk with her MI6 pass around her neck, nestled nicely between her voluminous breasts. Suddenly the alarms began making a piercing noise and the screens behind the reception desk started to show the word FAKE scrolling across the screen. The security guards who checked people's bags started heading over to him. Liam's system had caught him. Liam had explained it to him earlier but he still did not quite understand it all. It had something to do with his fake vagina and the fancy electronics contained within that allowed the wearer to simulate the vaginal juices on sex. Normal women didn't have electronics in that area, well at least when they were not playing with their toys, which given they were entering MI6 was unlikely. Liam said that he could detect that as well as the same signals coming from a female to male suit. But that was just one of the tests. He had a number of others to test if a person was wearing a mask using X-Rays and heat sensing equipment. It was all very sophisticated and costly, but now the consequences were that the nice security people were taking Adam down to the holding area. "Look guys, I really do work here with Desmond Wilkes," April said. "Yeah right! We have orders to detail anyone who fails the new check," one of the guards said as he pushed April into the cell and up against the far wall. Adam's legs were forced apart and he felt the guards hands slowly start to pat his female form down. The guard seemed to be enjoying the search a little too much and Adam felt the man's hand linger just a little too long on April's sexy arse. In any other situation this might be a case for sexual harassment, but here Adam knew he had no rights. "Are we going to strip search her too?" the other guard asked eagerly. "Gotta have a female officer for that, I'm afraid," the first guard replied sadly. "Better go fetch Lauren." Adam was only partially relieved that he was not going to be strip searched by these two male guards. He knew that April was not a real woman and that her breasts and vagina were beautifully sculpted latex prosthetics as part of the hi-Tec suit he was wearing, but the in-built fear of being seen naked by a stranger was strong. Adam was forced to wait, legs splayed and hands placed above his long blond hair against the wall. After a few minutes he heard more people entering the room. "What have we here then?" a strong female voice said. "Turn around and strip." Adam turned around in his heels and was greeted by a big, thick-set woman with short hair. He vaguely remembered her as one of the guards called Maureen with a reputation as a lesbian. Just behind her was another dark haired female guard that Adam recognised as Lauren Reid who was the section chief who stood back with her arms folded. Adam had no option but to start to strip out of the tight fitting jeans and white polo top that he had over April's sexy curves. Maureen indicated in no uncertain terms that April was to divest herself of her underwear as well and Adam was forced to undo his lacy white bra and release his rather large breasts that flopped their weight down on his chest. The he slid his matching lacy white panties down his legs showing his trimmed bush to the two female officers. Adam hoped that Agent Wilkes would be able to sort all this out quickly before he was further humiliated. *** Liam was watching the feed in the interview room, secretly pleased that April was getting the full treatment. He hated that April was going to replace Gemma as the suit of choice for Adam and wanted to get a little revenge in advance on April. He was supposed to have warned the security guards that this was just a test, but he had conveniently forgotten. Liam knew in his mind that inside the suit it was the same young man called Adam Keynes, but this suit was just a big dumb blonde woman with big tits. She was no Neon Girl and although intellectually Liam knew all this, emotionally he wanted revenge on the suit. It made no sense if you looked at it intellectually, but Liam, like everyone, had his own emotional side; he just hid it better than most. He was also confused about what he wanted. Intellectually he knew that Gemma was just a suit with a young man called Adam Keynes inside it, but to him she was the embodiment of Neon Girl and somehow he was different when he was her. Liam was straight, yet his emotional responses were all set to go off when they saw what they considered to be female. He did not quite understand it all himself and he wondered whether he would be similarly attracted to someone else in the Gemma suit. His analytical mind decided that perhaps it was a test that he should conduct when he could find someone else who would wear the Gemma suit to work out what he really wanted in life. Liam flicked away from the window showing the video of April's shame downstairs to the master control panel for the new security system. He clicked on the button that turned on Adam's safety net. He had set the system up so that it could detect the locator chip that had been implanted within Adam and therefore give him a free pass into the building. He would not have any problems in future now that the system had been tested, and Liam would just have to get his revenge on April some other way in the future. *** Tanya had been sent out in the field by Agent Wilkes to go and do a little investigation on a matter that her boss wanted her to look into. The hotel in Brussels was quite exclusive and Tanya slipped down the dimly lit the kitchen passageway in her dark clothes like a phantom in the night. Her pulse was racing as it always did when she was stealing something. Tanya could definitely sense that the black cat suit she normally wore for such escapades was this time replaced by a black maid's uniform. Sneaking around a hotel dressed up a cat burglar, even in the dark of the night, was definitely not going to be a good idea. Even Tanya had to concede that it was completely not practical and that this disguise was a far better option when it came to this operation. Tanya climbed up the steps out into the main hallway of the ground floor where she ascended to the first floor. She hated the black uniform with the frilly white cuffs: it may have been many a man's fantasy but it certainly was not hers. She much preferred nice practical clothes that could get the job done that she wanted. She headed up to room 162, her heels clicking on the stone floor, and took out the bunch of room keys that she had stolen earlier in the day. They had waited until Doctor Donald Masters had gone out for the night before starting the operation so Tanya was confident that the room would be empty. Tanya entered the room, keeping an eye out along the corridor to ensure that she was not seen entering the room. Once inside she quickly closed the door and looked around the room. Dr Masters had obviously gone out in a hurry as he had not tidied away his old clothes that were still lying on the bed. Tanya did not want to touch the discarded clothes and it was not really necessary for her mission anyway. She had to find where he was keeping the goods that he had on offer and decided that it would either be in the room safe or locked in his suitcase. Tanya decided to go for the room safe first. It would not provide her with any challenge, but would be preferable to rooting through a man's suitcase. It took her literally seconds to crack and open the room safe, and not much longer to register her disappointment that it was empty. She closed it again quickly and headed to where she could see Dr Masters suitcase on the other side of the double bed. Gingerly she went over to where the case stood up on its side only to find that there was a second, smaller matching case stood next to it. Taking two cases to a weekend medical conference was unorthodox to say the least. Tanya decided to try and open the smaller case first, noting the small padlock affixed to the top of it. The padlock was no match for Tanya's jemmy and she quickly opened up the case and stared open mouthed at the contents. She was confronted with an array of skirts, dresses, shoes, a wig and assorted female underwear. Dr Masters had come to the conference alone and booked a room for one. Either he had smuggled a woman into his room or... Another gender bending pervert like Adam, she thought, before inwardly correcting herself. Another person with an alternative lifestyle like my valued team member. She was not sure whether she believed it or not, but she knew that she would not be getting out of her current position any time soon. Tanya did not really want to root around in the pervert's case but she needed to find what she had been sent for. She picked up a skirt between two fingers and held it away from her, wrinkling her nose at it before depositing it on the bed. She continued gingerly emptying the case until she spotted a beautiful looking perfume bottle. In the old days it would have been something she would have immediately pocketed, but now she was less interested in its value and more inquisitive. The line made by the perfume did not move not matter what angle she held the bottle. This bottle was obviously not what it seemed to be. Carefully she unscrewed the top and looked inside to see a fragment of paper inside. She took the paper out of the fake perfume bottom and unrolled it. The scrap of paper held within it the mark of the Ministry of Defence in the corner and showed a small portion of the missile design. It was useless in itself except as evidence that someone had the remainder of the plans. This was a teaser to tempt the bidders in, but where did a cross-dressing, seemingly respectable doctor from Cambridge get it and why was he trying to sell the plans to international governments and terrorists? Tanya replaced the paper and carefully screwed the lid back onto the bottle. Then she carefully repacked the case and put the lock back on the case. Tanya's mission was to establish the authenticity of the claim, not recover the document. Her orders were to try and find out who was behind taking the plans and follow the trail. Having done her job she headed out of the room to report. *** The door swung open and Dmitry looked up from the mirror as Eve entered the room. He was feeling self-conscious in his half way state, having the softened features of a woman now but with obvious signs of his maleness still there. "When will I be a complete woman?" he asked. "Soon I hope," Eve replied softly. "The formula is tricky to get right and has so far proven to be quite unstable. My transformation was quite by accident and replicating that fortuitous occurrence takes a lot of time and money. Still, hopefully one of those problems should be solved, thanks to you. If we can get half what I think we can for those plans we should be well on our way. I don't care what warmonger gets those plans - once I succeed, they will see everything my way." Dmitry scanned Eve's beautiful face. There was absolutely no sign that Eve used to be a man, her complexion was flawless and her made-up eyes were perfect. Dmitry had heard the story hundreds of times how a depressed researcher called Jonathan Kane had been working alone in the lab and had tried to kill himself by taking a random cocktail of drugs from the shelves. He was ill for several weeks after that and he cocooned himself at his home, losing his job as well as a great deal of weight. The cocktail of drugs had set about fundamentally changing his body and about a week into the whole process his penis, which had slowly shrivelled up, actually dropped off. Dmitry wondered if it would be painful when Eve had perfected the formula and his own penis fell off. The female hormones she had been giving him had helped him get a more feminised face and figure, but they could never go the full way to making him truly female. The alternative that he had often considered in the past was to have his body butchered under the knife to make him look like a woman. That option had been tempting. It had been the only option on the table for so long, but it did not truly make him a woman. If he had taken that option he would have never truly been able to menstruate and to have children like a real woman. Eve had somehow managed to achieve that, and Dmitry would do anything to replicate it. In the meantime, he had had to be content with the suits and to serve the east European mob for the privilege of wearing it. Now that he had a real alternative, his loyalty had changed. "I'm sure you will get there soon, Eve," Dmitry told her. "I'll help you in any way I can." She smiled, her face a picture that lit up with her smile. *** The Boss of the Russian Mafia, sometimes known as Hugo, sat in his leather-backed chair and thumped the table. The plans were gone and Dmitry was missing. Hopefully Nico would be back soon, but for now he was shorthanded. He'd had people out searching for both Dmitry and Sarah Kline, but he had little faith they would find them. It was not as if his staffing situation was any better either; they had lost good operatives in the fall of the Pink Panther club and Dmitry, whom he thought that he could trust, had betrayed him. It was not the only loss in the last year, either. Another one of his top operatives, Einar Kelman, a former East German Stasi agent, had mysteriously gone missing and the four suits that he had been using in Grantchester were nowhere to be found. The search for those would need to wait for now. His mobile phone rang and he sighed heavily as he answered it. Very few people had access to this number so it was probably bad news. "Hello, comrade laddie!" The broad Scottish accent of Professor Munro greeted him on the other end of the phone. This had better be good news! "Professor Munro. How goes this project of yours?" "Well, comrade laddie, I'd hafta say tha' its going ver' well. We haf our man in place and soon he, well really she now, will haf married yer man. She already started to haf a poor influence on him." The Professor said that last bit with a laugh. "So our investments in their rival stocks will soon pay off handsomely. My superiors are getting very worried about the amount we have bet on this venture and they want the payoff soon," the fat man said bluntly. "Oh it wilna be lang, comrade laddie," the Professor said over the phone. His attitude was really annoying, but Hugo needed the man. "This is the most successful personality imprinting I've e'er had by a subject. He's become her now, but underneath all tha' conditioning he knows who he really is and what he's ta do." "When will the next subject be ready, Professor?" the former fat man demanded. "I really need more manpower, or should I say womanpower, here." "Well, comrade laddie, I might haf a wee rat of a man who would fit yeer bill. He's a bit rough around tha edges at the moment but he's takin' tha hypnotic suggestion well and will soon get inta tha swing o' things. This wee laddie is growing ta luv tha' taste o' men's semen. Haf you got a new identity tha' ye want him ta be?" "Oh yes. I'll send you her file over, Professor, and will have the suit ready by the end of tomorrow. Can you send him to me tomorrow lunchtime so he can be ready for the switch?" "I s'pose, though it dunnie give me much time ta prepare him fer his newfound womanhood," the Professor complained. "See to it that it happens,"tThe former fat man told him as he ended the call. Perhaps he was due a bit of luck after all. He pulled out the file from the pile on his desk and opened it. Judith Whitlow-Franks - 22. Society belle and high class prostitute who was the favourite of the Home Secretary. His love of women of easy virtue was a dirty secret that he had done his very best to hide from his own people, but recently the organisation had become a party to knowing quite by chance. If anyone was going to be informed where the plans for the missile were, it would be him. *** Liam pulled the files on Dr Callum Masters from every source imaginable, and organised them into a profile of the man. Then, not really finding much more about him from the official files, other than the fact that he was a seemingly respectable, as yet unmarried, doctor from a good family in Cambridge with no criminal record, he decided on another approach. He hopped onto the hotel server where Dr Masters was staying and searched the local hotel Wi-Fi for all the connected devices attached to it. Then he hacked into each one of them, one at a time until he found the one that belonged to Dr Masters. Liam loved breaking into other people's computers, though beforehand it had been a hobby. Now that it was an occupation it was a little more tedious and he found that he did not have the time to do all the fun things that he liked to people's computers. Dr Masters's computer held some interesting little secrets and he was very careful when snooping around it not to attract the attention of its owner, who was busy reading a medical document on infertility in women and the techniques that could be applied to overcome it. The files on his computer belied his image as a respectable doctor however: there was a whole file folder that held images of cross-dressers and the history on his browser had links to all manner of cross-dressing sites. Still it was nothing that they did not already know about the man. Liam turned to copying the man's email from his local store and then downloading the more recent messages from the local server. It would take him a while to go through it all, so he put on other screen the latest episode of Neon Girl and got to work. *** Adam, in his guise as April Scott, followed Dr Masters away from the conference hotel to Rue de Marche de Charbon. His heels clicked on the cobbles on the old town in Brussels which perfectly matched those of his quarry ahead of him. Adam reflected on the fact that in the movies, agents like James Bond would have all sorts of gadgets and devices in the course of their work. He just had an earpiece connecting him to Tanya; a beautiful low cut white dress and a pair of killer heels. At least the wardrobe department still had funding in the new MI6, he mused. His target was dressed in a flowery summer dress with stockings, heels and a not-so-great quality wig. From a distance, if you were poorly sighted, you might take Dr Masters for being a woman. However once you were closer up, it was much more evident that he was a man in a dress. 'Rue de Marche de Chabron is the gay district of Brussels. You should be right at home here,' Tanya's voice rattled in his ear. "Knock it off, Tanya," April replied back quietly through gritted teeth. They might have made up a month ago, but she still liked to get her digs in now and then. His target headed into a place called Club Travestie. Adam did not need Tanya in his ear to translate that one. He had never really learnt French at school and he really needed her as backup to translate anything that was said that he might not understand. He headed in afterwards. He did not think that there would be any problems with a real woman entering a transvestite club. Not that he was a real woman; it was just that no one inside the club would be able to tell him apart from a real woman, so for all intents and purposes that was what he was. "Permettez- moi de v?rifier votre sac s'il vous plait!" the man at the door told him. 'He's asking to search your bag,' Tanya translated in his ear. 'Say Oui, bien s?r.' "Oui, bien s?r," April repeated to the man, who proceeded to check out her handbag for any weapons or dangerous objects. "Vous pouvez entrer, madame," the bouncer told her having satisfied himself that his search had turned nothing up. He motioned for her to enter. "Yes, I got that one, Tanya," April said quietly so that only her earpiece picked it up as she entered into the club. On stage was a heavily made up drag queen singing a song in French that Adam did not understand. He looked around for Dr Masters and spotted him at the bar ordering a drink. He should probably do the same or else April would look really out of place here. He wandered over to the bar in his heels and opened his bag to get a ten Euro note out. "I need a drink," he whispered to Tanya in his earpiece. Dr Masters was just being served, though was struggling with his French. Adam hailed the other bar lady, though thinking about it, the other bar lady was probably also a guy. 'Je voudrais une vis confortable lente,' Tanya's voice came over his earpiece and Adam just repeated the phrase to the bar lady-man. 'Souhaitez- nous pas tous le miel?' the bar lady-man laughed as he/she began mixing a cocktail. Tanya also burst into a fit of giggles in his ear. "What did I just order?" April asked through gritted teeth into his earpiece. 'You're getting a slow comfortable screw. I thought you'd like that!' Tanya burst into laughter again. Dr Masters turned with his pint of lager away from the bar and accidently knocked into April's arm, splitting his drink on her sleeve. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," he said in a not very convincing high pitched voice. "That's all right," April replied as an automated response coming from that politeness of an Englishman. "Oh, you're English!" Dr Masters exclaimed. "It's so good to hear someone else speaking the mother tongue." This was not the plan at all. He was supposed to be observing and tailing the good doctor, not getting into a social exchange. "Oh yes. My girlfriend and I are here on holiday." April replied. "But, but you're not a man are you? If you are then you are super convincing!" Dr Masters looked April up and down. In his eye there was no way that her cleavage was not real. "Oh no, I'm all woman," April replied, though Adam knew it was a lie. "I just had a little tiff with my damned girlfriend Tanya and I had to get away from her for a while. I thought that this place would be friendly to a lesbian, that's all." Adam wanted to make a point to Tanya that he was angry with her for her earlier comments. 'Fine, if that's the way you're going to be then you can damn well translate for yourself,' Tanya told him in a huff in his earpiece. He could hear a thump as she put down her microphone. "Would you like to join me?" Dr Masters offered. "I don't really know anyone else in this city who has the same hobby and I'm not good at French?" "Neither am I. Why don't we get a table near the stage and maybe I can offer you some tips, you know - 'woman to woman'," Adam replied with a wink. *** Sharif Khan was from a deeply religious family who held the Islamic faith to be everything and that transgressions against Allah were mortal sins. Sharif was born in more modern times however and he had never believed in the traditions of his family. The fact was that he had always felt that he was a woman trapped in a man's body, but he could never tell his family. His behavioural problems and petty theft had, once he had done a little time, meant that the family had sent him to the best psychiatrist that they could find to have him fixed. Professor Munro had been extremely impressive and had told the family that he had solved the problem for good and would soon be in a good healthy relationship. Sharif's sessions with Professor Munro had cemented his feelings and he had felt and started to act more and more like the woman he knew he should be. He jumped at the chance when the professor told him that he could become the woman that he really was. All they wanted was for 'her' to tell them everything the men that he was going to see were going to tell him after sex. It sounded so easy, plus she got to keep all the money that she made and live in a gorgeous flat. It was odd but strangely nice having a white skin as he strutted back towards his new flat. No longer did the white working class thugs shout 'Paki' at him; instead they gave him admiring glances and wolf whistles as he walked away from the van where he had donned his new persona. Tonight, they had told him, he would probably get a visit from a man whom he had to please in every way. He hoped that the man would let him suck his dick off and squirt lots of his lovely seed into his mouth. It was as addictive as cocaine to him. He could never seem to get enough of it and his taste for the salty goodness had only increased since the professor had been helping him. He had to look down to ensure that his new heels didn't get stuck in the pavement. He had been practising walking in them for the professor just like the natural woman that she was and now Judith, or Judy for short, would have no missteps. She hoped that the man's cock would be big and fill her up. Not that she minded if it was not a huge monster but she wanted a nice girth so that her new self-lubricating fake vagina would feel all the sensations of being the woman that she was. Gerald... it was a very old fashioned English name and she hoped that he was not too old. The heels made her hips sway anyway, but she exaggerated it as she happily whistled to herself at the door to her new upper class flat. She fumbled around in her bag for her new keys and it seemed to take ages to find the right one that would open the door and let her into the vast array of feminine finery she had been assured was inside. *** Liam sighed. He had been through the episode now three times and trawling through the good doctor's email was more than a chore than a pleasure. It had not turned up much. He had been sent to this conference in Brussels on fertility treatments and had been sponsored by a sperm donor clinic in Cambridge. It was not unusual for doctors to be given kickbacks by drug firms but being sponsored by a sperm donor clinic was somewhat unusual to say the least. Liam decided to investigate all the correspondence on the subject a little deeper. The clinic was run by a woman named Eve; however it was her background check that really gave Liam cause for alarm. Until five years ago, Eve Macintosh had seemed not to exist. There were no records of her attending any schools or even a birth certificate that he could find, yet here she was in the records as having a sperm donor business, a driving licence, a passport and an NHS number. Where had she come from he wondered? He checked. Then he doubled checked everything that he could think of. All the documentation about Eve looked genuine, but Liam was forced to conclude that she just did not exist anywhere before that date five years ago. He had no option - he was going to have to take this one to the boss. *** Desmond Wilkes was profoundly worried. Not many people could get past the security at his mansion and leave a note on his pillow. Indeed he had only recently installed a smaller version of the scanner within the MI6 building to ensure that the various criminal elements did not try and disguise themselves with one of these high tech suits as his wife, his daughter or one of the servants to gain entry. No, he was fairly sure that he would be able to detect them now. However this particular visitor did not use high technology suits. He called himself the Chameleon, but Desmond Wilkes knew much more about this individual than he let on. It was almost certainly a court martial offence, but he had hidden the identity of the Chameleon for years from the very agency that he worked for. He had been torn, but there were some bonds that were not easily broken. When he had found and caught Adam, Desmond Wilkes had not been surprised at the young man's efforts in disguising himself. Having spent years in the spy game, it was hardly surprising that he knew a thing or two about disguise, but this went deeper. The truth was that the Chameleon was his errant non-identical twin brother. Whilst he had gone into fighting crime, his brother Hilary Wilkes had skirted on the boundaries of the wrong side of the law. There was a filing cabinet in the department on the Chameleon, categorising all of his alleged crimes which had now been transferred to computer, but his identity was never known and the man had never been caught. Why had he chosen to contact him now, after all these years? He looked up from the note as there was a knock on the door. "One second." He hid the note away in his drawer. "Come in!" Liam entered his room, looking like he had got insufficient sleep and had not been out in the sun enough. "Sir, there's something I need to show you," Liam said urgently. "What?" "I've been tracking the data from Dr Masters's laptop and I discovered that a certain Eve Macintosh who runs a sperm donation clinic in Cambridge sponsored him to go to this conference. The thing is, she didn't exist five years ago!" Liam blurted out. "That confirms what I suspected, at least," Agent Wilkes sighed. "Sorry, you knew already?" Liam asked him. "Why do you think I sent Tanya and April over to Belgium in the first place?" Agent Wilkes stated. Liam looked lost, so Agent Wilkes continued. "We picked up intel on people going missing in Cambridge, more specifically young men going missing. The only things that we found that the missing young men had in common were their doctor, and that they had recently visited Eve Macintosh's clinic. I suppose you can guess who their doctor was?" "Doctor Masters?" Liam guessed. "Exactly!" Agent Wilkes concluded. "Now all we need to do is find out exactly what they are up to!" *** Tanya cursed herself. She had only left the comm for half an hour thinking to punish that pervert Adam for daring to suggest that she was a lesbian. Now she could not raise April at all and there was just static on the other end of the line. "Shit, the boss is going to kill me," she whispered to herself. She had only one way of finding April now and that was to use the tracking chip that was implanted in the little pervert's suit. It was not that she hated him exactly - in some ways she had grown fond of the others in the team - it was just that she could not handle how Adam was betraying her sex by posing as a woman. Anything that he could do, a real woman could do too and probably just as well if not better. Recruiting a man to do a woman's job offended her sense of feminism. She turned the tracker on and waited for the little blip to settle on the map. Fuck! He's heading to the airport! I ought to call it in. However, she did not. Instead, she packed down the case with all the electronics in it and dashed out the room to her car. She fired the car up and sped off, the tyres screeching in the darkness as she went. She put the radio on loud to try and match her dark mood. I can be as good, if not better, than some man in a female bodysuit! She reached the airport in record time, luckily not having encountered any police who might stop her driving past the speed limit. She liked having fast cars and a luxury lifestyle. She therefore definitely did not want to give this up and have to go back to prison again. She needed to get the little freak back before the boss found out. At the airport she screeched the car to a halt and skidded the car around to park / slide in a space near to the terminal. It was an awesome manoeuvre that would could only be completed by a stunt man or an expert racing driver. Who said women can't park? She opened the case and turned on the tracking device again. The little blip was on the runway, moving down it very fast. She looked at the exact time on her watch. She needed to find out just what plane had just taken off. She had no choice now. She needed Liam's help now else she was going back to that awful prison. *** Gerald Huffington-West, the Home Secretary had his legs splayed wide apart and Judy's long dark tresses were covering his crotch area like a huge public wig. In fact she was very busy swallowing the Member of Parliament's member, her head moving up and down as she swallowed it within her ruby red lips. "Oh God!" Gerald screamed. She was even better than normal. She had definitely seemed more enthusiastic at the prospect of sucking him off today and there was an excitement around her that had really perked him up after a long day in the House. He was going to cum and there was nothing he was going to be able to do about it. He liked to think that he could usually last longer than that, but there was no way that his throbbing member was going to not shoot his load into Judy's mouth in the next three seconds. "I'm fucking cumming!" Gerald warned as he shot his load into Judy's willing mouth. She could not quite take it all and some of it dribbled out the edges of her lips as she tried to swallow the rest with his cock still shoved in her mouth. Judy began to lick his cock clean, her tongue flicking over Gerald's exposed head. The clean-up operation in itself sparked a renewed surge in his sensitive penile head and he shot a second load into her face. It was a semi-pleasurable, semi painful experience and after he had expended all his semen, his cock began to soften again. Judy climbed off him and began to lick the semen off her face as though she was the cat who just got the cream. "That was really quite the session!" Gerald exclaimed. She finished up with his sperm before replying. "Well, you certainly had a nice present for me there, Gerry darling!" Judy told him. She seemed dreamy as though she had taken some trippy drugs. Gerald had never seen her taking drugs before and he had checked her apartment to make sure she was clean of anything like that when he had first started seeing her. There were potential scandals that he could face, and some that meant there would be no way he could retain his position in the Government. Seeing a prostitute was frowned upon, but probably would not get him sacked. Being involved in a drug scandal... well, that certainly would. He had been very careful though, and he only used a very discreet agency. Plus, Judy was a known entity to him. She would not talk. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Judy," Gerald Huffington-West told her. "I certainly did." Just then his phone rang in his discarded trousers across the room. "Excuse me," Gerald added as he went to retrieve the device. It was his work phone and not his home phone. Gerald was pleased it was work and not his nagging wife. "Hello, Home Secretary speaking," he answered professionally. There was silence for a while whilst Gerald listened and Judy busied herself wrapping her breasts and her female sex in a black silky shift. "Yes, the decision on the new format that will be used for the secure vid-con links will go ahead and has been set for three months' time," Gerald told the caller. "Bidders will be invited to make presentations of their technology next month. I've invited various independent boffins to come and help out the decision making process. The letters should have gone out to them last week." Once again, there was a silence from Gerald's end of the call. Judy got up to go to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and then opened several cupboards until she found the tea bags to go in the mugs. "Now, tell me about how those damn fools in MI6 are getting on with recovering those plans? Their incompetence in letting them out of their grasp after they'd recovered them was monumental. If they don't get them back within a week, heads will roll!" Gerald did not sound best pleased and he hmmph'ed and harred as whoever was on the other end of the phone gave him the news. "I don't see what a doctor in Cambridge running a fertility clinic has to do with secret missile plans. Has Wilcox lost his marbles?" Gerald's face flushed bright red as he listened to the reply. The kettle boiled and Judy busied herself making the tea, whilst listening to the unfolding drama. "'Compelling evidence' sounds a bit vague," Gerald told the caller rather sternly. "I prefer actual hard evidence. Who is this Dr Eve Macintosh anyway?". He had not gotten to his position by being fobbed off with vagaries. Judy finished making the tea and deposited one of the mugs in front of Gerald. This time the other person did not say much and Gerald was soon replying. "Alright, but I want daily reports on the situation from now. No more cock ups!" He terminated the call and noticed that his cock was indeed up again. He sipped his tea and nearly spat it out. "Honeybunch, you forgot the sugar," he complained to Judy in a much nicer tone. "Oops, silly me. I'd forget my brain if it wasn't in my head. I'll just sort that out and when we've finished our tea, maybe we can find a different home for the Right Honourable Member for St Albans." Judy wiggled her bum as she headed back over to the kitchen worktop to find the sugar. After her fun, once Gerald had gone, she would have to report all she had heard before Sharif has to remove the suit and head home. *** The plane landed with a bump which woke Adam from his unnatural slumber. It took him a moment to recall that he was wearing a female bodysuit and that he was meant to be April Scott as his cover identity. After that, things slowly started to percolate back into his brain. He had been at a Club Travestie, trailing a feminised Dr Masters and had stupidly got into a conversation with his target and been invited to join him. He had got up to go to the ladies and on coming out of the stall spotted another lady coming out of the next door stall. Only too late did he realise that it was someone looking very like Catherine Hopwood, when she had stuck a needle in his arm. He had tried calling for back-up over his earpiece, but no one answered and he had lost consciousness. His earpiece was now missing and he seemed to be on some private jet. April was tied and strapped into her seat. Out of the window she could see the runway, a fancy terminal building and lots of sand. Somehow Adam did not think he was in Europe any more. "Ah I see that you're awake Miss Scott! If that is indeed your real name. Real tourists in Belgium don't have government issue earpieces and guns in their handbags." Adam looked up at the woman holding a gun at him. She was dressed as a stewardess but not for one second did he think that she was one. He had seen the face before as a mug shot and more recently in the ladies lavatory before she had stuck a needle in him. Beside her was Dr Masters, once more dressed as a man. "What are you going to do with me?" April asked. "Well, I thought that after we've taken care of a little business, that since you were such a good tourist that you might like to get a bit of a tan. It's a beautiful day here in the UAE, and by lunchtime it will be forty-two degrees. I could have just killed you in Belgium, but the police are a little less bribable there. Here your bones can rot in the sand and no one will find you until centuries later when some archaeologist digs you up." That did not sound good to Adam. He had to find a way to escape without any support to help him. He decided to try and find out more about what they were doing. He had nothing to lose at this point and if April got away from them, they would at least have some useful information. "So why'd you pick this sunny clime for my death?" April asked. "Oh we have business a little business to discuss here, and it's a useful place to dispose of you," the fake Catherine Hopwood replied. "You're going to sell the plans for the missile!" April told them. "Clever girl. It's funny how many people in these Arab countries have their own needs for a guided missile. Mind you not all of the bidders are Arabic. Now, you be a good girl and don't cause us any trouble," Catherine remarked as she tied a scarf over her head and unzipped the back of her short skirted stewardess uniform to reveal a matching set of white lacy underwear beneath. Adam decided to keep her talking whilst Catherine started pulling on a long pair of white cotton trousers and a long sleeved white blouse. It seemed that Catherine knew the local customs whereby women had to cover their head and shoulders, not want to offend her hosts; well not until she had got what she wanted out of them anyway. "What are you going to do with all this money?" April asked. "No, you be quiet and good, or else I'll be forced to get Dr Masters here to make you sleep." Catherine stated as she finished putting the scarf over her hair. She pointed the gun at April and released her from the seat restraints. She was still tied, but at least she could walk now as Catherine led her off the plane at gunpoint towards a black Mercedes parked next to the plane. There was a second black Mercedes parked behind. The wave of heat outside the aircraft hit April almost immediately and Adam could feel himself sweating profusely in the suit. These things were not made for extreme heat and the extra layer of skin was roasting him already, not to mention the sweat inside the suit becoming unbearable. Adam decided that for now there was nothing he could do but go along for the ride. He was relieved when he was bundled into the back seat of the Mercedes between Catherine and Dr Masters to find that it was fully air- conditioned. "Sit down and be quiet," Catherine told him as the Mercedes sped away from the runaway. Adam guessed that they would not be going through passport control today, so that fact that April's passport was back in Belgium was no longer going to matter. *** Hugo, the Boss of the Western arm of the Russian Mafia, put the phone down and stroked his newly growing beard. The information that the fake Judy had provided him after her encounter with the Home Secretary was interesting, but he could not immediately see how it was useful. The timetable for the bidding on the format for the new secure vid-con link was well known already and he was pretty sure that Professor Munro was living up to his end of the deal that they had made last year. If all went well, the profit on the share sales would more than make up for the losses of the Pink Pussycat Club and he had be back into the high-ups good books. The other item of news was new but Hugo did not understand its importance yet. There was too much information missing to work out what needed to be done yet. He decided that, for now at least, he would have this Dr Scott watched and would play things by ear. Perhaps the dipshit of a Home Secretary would tell the lovely Judy more next time he wanted to get his rocks off. *** There were five planes taking off around the time that Tanya had contacted him and Liam analysed the details of the destinations and passenger lists. The small private jet going to the UAE offered the best bet in Liam's mind as to which had contained April. A short haul flight to Dusseldorf, a flight to Bali, a short haul flight to Lisbon and a long haul flight to Dallas were the other options. He checked the passenger lists on all the aircraft and none of the passengers on board were immediately flagged in the Interpol database. Having said that the passengers on the private jet made no sense to Liam. The flight was supposedly for a medical emergency to take a donated organ to its recipient. Yes, there was a doctor registered in the passenger list, but the others? An acrobat from Swindon, a Tesco checkout girl from Chiswick and a council clerk had no reason being on this flight. There was something not right about it and Liam concluded that he had found where April had gone. He picked up the phone. "Tanya, they've gone to the UAE. I'll get you booked on the next available flight out there." "Alright," Tanya sighed on the other end of the line, "I'll go rescue the freak. Adam may be a freak, but he's our freak." *** The Mercedes eventually stopped in the middle of the desert and April could see a large tent erected close to the side of the road. Catherine and Dr Masters had left to go into the tent, leaving April alone with just a gun toting goon keeping his eye on her. Tied and very much smaller than the big goon, April figured that she had not got much chance of getting away at the moment without getting a bullet through the chest. She decided to try and chat to the big thug. "So, what do you do on your holidays? Make sand castles?" She offered. "Boss says you are to be quiet," the big thug replied. "Yeah, but she doesn't have to know, right?" April pressed with a smile that she hoped was disarming. She had been trained in seduction techniques, but that rather involved being not tied up. "I don't wanna get in any trouble," the thug told her. "This gig pays well so be quiet." Adam figured that April's charms were not working. He decided that April could give it one more go. "I could do something nice for you if you just untied me." April said sweetly. "It wouldn't be nice for me, you're not my type," the thug replied. "Now shut it or I'll do it for you.". Typical: April had found the one thug who did not fancy women. April remained quiet, thankful for now that she was in an air-conditioned car. It was something like half an hour later of sitting in silence when the fake Catherine and Dr Masters returned carrying a suitcase looking very pleased with themselves. "Get us out of here," Catherine said with a smirk. "This is the part I'm really going to enjoy." She fished into her handbag and pulled out a small controller with a button on it. She waited until the Mercedes was a quarter of a mile away from the tent before she pressed the button. The tent behind them suddenly burst into a huge fireball. Dr Masters had a pained look on his face as though he didn't enjoy that quite as much as his female companion did. "God I love doing that. It's been years since I've blown anything up," Catherine told them. "There were people in there!" April objected. "Not anymore," Catherine laughed callously. Whoever it was who was disguising themselves as the MI6 tech did not seem to be a very nice person to April. The car went only a short distance before stopping. The fake Catherine got out and the thug hauled April out of the cool car into the hot sun. They went a short way off the road, guns covering April all the time who was already sweating profusely in the suit. The big thug took out several stakes and hammered them hard into the sand and attached some heavy weights to each of them. Then he manhandled April and undid her bonds. She tried to struggle free but the thug was too strong for her. The effort made her sweat even more and he easily succeeded in tying her limbs to each of the stakes. "They say that women love to get a tan whilst on holiday. Well here you'll get a really nice tan. Perhaps I can even help you," the fake Catherine said ripping April's beautiful white dress to expose her latex skin and her underwear to the sun. "There, I doubt you'll last long in this heat. You'll probably die of exposure to the heat long before you die of thirst. Bye, bye Miss MI6 agent." With that Catherine and the thug turned and headed back to the car, leaving April staked out in the sun to her grizzly fate. *** Tanya had managed to pick up the signal once she had landed in the UAE and had followed it out into the desert, miles from anywhere. She would need to rent a jeep with the company card as she was not completely sure that she would not need to go off road to find the little pervert. Her tracker beeped in the jeep, every twenty seconds or so to help give her a direction to the suit. I hope they haven't stripped him from the suit. I might just be following the trail of some useless latex. The trail led her deeper into the desert on the road out of the city of Abu Dhabi. It gave Tanya plenty of time to start thinking about Adam and the fact that she might be heading towards his grave rather than rescuing him. Did she really hate the freak? Adam had done a lot of good for Britain as part of the team. He was definitely weird, but there were many things that he did that were just nice. Parts of his personality were still male, that was for sure. However he also had a loving tenderness about him that could be distinctly feminine. It was almost as if he had a combination of some of the best bits of both sexes. That should have been the perfect man for a woman, but alas, that was not what Tanya wanted. She had always thrived on conflict and tension to give her a buzz. She was a thrill seeker and anyone who was potentially so perfect was a problem for her. That and the whole cross-dressing thing. She wanted a man to be a man, not a pseudo woman thing. It was built into her psyche and initially she couldn't handle it when she first met Adam in his Gemma disguise. It was still wrong to her but she was at least getting more used to it. The signal indicated that she was close and suddenly up ahead she spotted a black Mercedes parked at the side of the road. Quickly Tanya pulled her jeep off the road and parked it behind a dune. If the bad guys were still here holding April, then she would need to come up with a plan to rescue him. She looked at her options. She had the tracker, she had a Jeep and she had a Government Issue pistol. Not much really. Why they couldn't issue her with some grenades and explosives for these outside operations? Tanya decided to get some more intel before making any plans. Having left the jeep, Tanya scrambled around the dunes to the top of one of them. She lay down in the baking hot sand and scanned the area below. There was a goon half hanging out of the black Mercedes, trying to keep himself cool in the car. A second goon was standing out in the open with a rifle in one hand and an umbrella in the other to keep him shaded. He was looking at the semi naked form of April Scott tied to four weighed stakes in the sand. She, no he, Tanya corrected herself, did not look in good condition. She need a plan quickly else Adam would soon be dead. Shit. Time for a crazy damn plan! Tanya wasn't one for sitting around working out every little detail of a plan before executing it perfectly. She was more instinctive and liked to get in on the action. She charged forward down the dune with gun blazing. She decided to target the guy in the car first to stop him getting away. Her shooting had not gotten any better since her evaluation and she shot wide of the mark hitting the side of the car at the back instead of the man. Fortunately for her, her aim was so bad that it hit the petrol tank instead of the man and the tank went up in flames. The force of the explosion knocked the other thug to the ground. "Yeee-haw!" Tanya shouted as she charged down the dune towards the fallen thug, who was just starting to get back up as Tanya closed on him. Instead of shooting the thug, Tanya opted to pistol whip the thug across the face. It was more accurate and effective than shooting him, even at close range and the thug went down in the sand. Tanya was still excited from the adrenaline rush; she hadn't had this much excitement since the shooting range. After checking the thug was completely knocked out Tanya headed over to where April was pegged in the sand. "Did you see that, pervert? Tanya to the rescue!" She told the pinned figure on the ground. "W ... w ... water!" the figure of April Scott just about managed to croak. "Shit, you're no fun. Hang on, I'll get you free," Tanya told her. She was just going to have to leave the gloating for rescuing April for a little while longer. *** The brunette woman sat on the bench in Regent's Park looked completely normal. She was wearing a blue business skirt suit, tights and matching navy heels. Desmond Wilkes checked the note in his hand again. Des, come alone or else the meeting is off. Look for a woman sat on the bench in Hyde Park with a carnation in her lapel. Desmond could not see the woman's lapel from a distance, so he had to get closer and sneak a peek at her as he passed the bench. He was relieved to see that she was indeed wearing a carnation. He turned and went and sat down on the bench next to her. "Hilary?" he asked. The bodysuit disguises that they used in MI6 were so good that it was next to impossible to tell they were not who they appeared to be, so he was not surprised that his twin could do something similar. The woman however shook her head. "No, follow me and I'll take you to him." Desmond should have expected some caution by his twin brother. After all, the Chameleon was wanted for numerous crimes and he was the head of a team in MI6. They were on opposite sides, so a meeting would be fraught with suspicion at best. Desmond followed the woman out of the park. She said nothing else to him before turning to go into an older looking building that perhaps had been left vacant for some time. There certainly appeared to be little to no furniture in the place and the door just swung in on its hinges when the woman pushed it to. She looked a little nervous as she climbed the narrow staircase up to the first floor. She led Desmond into a high ceilinged room at the front of the building. Inside Desmond could see an old man sat on a deckchair looking through a telescope to the park. "Hilary?" Desmond asked. The woman turned and left without saying a word. The old man got up from the deckchair and turned to face Desmond. The man looked a lot like their father in the latter years of their life. "I'm glad that you kept your end of the bargain Desmond. I thought I'd come as someone you might recognise." the old man's voice was much younger sounding than his appearance would make you think. "It's been a long time, little brother," Desmond replied. That one was bound to rankle. Hilary had been born a minute after Desmond. The old man laughed. "Still trying to bait me, Desmond, after all these years. In the past I might have bitten on that one. It's nice to see you again, it's been too long. Even at dad's funeral I had to turn up in disguise in case you lot were looking out for me. It's a hard life being on the outside." "You chose that, Hilary," Desmond told him gruffly. "You could have followed me and Dad into the Service, you know." "No, I couldn't. You know that in your heart, Desmond. Not after..." The old man trailed off. "Her death wasn't your fault," Desmond conceded. "You think that your colleagues would agree with that? I'm not sure even I believe that it wasn't my fault. Anyway, we didn't come here to talk about Marianne and the mistakes I made afterwards. I've come here to help you, Desmond. As a gesture of faith to show you that I'm not all the bad guy that the authorities paint me." "You know that I know that you're not," Desmond replied. "Give yourself up and we'll see if we can work something out. You have a great talent you know." The old man just shook his head. "I don't think I could ever get used to taking orders now. Especially not from you. You'll have to make do with a little help from me from time to time." "I saved another from sliding into a life of crime like you," Desmond said wistfully. "He was just like you were and he shows a lot of promise. As do the others, though I'm not sure my superiors are fully on board with the programme." "Yes I met him. Adam Keynes wasn't it? You did the right thing. He's very good but sometimes he shows his inexperience. I might have taken him under my wing if you hadn't stepped in. I'd often thought of having an heir, but I couldn't do so after..." The old man sighed. "Anyway I don't have time to reminisce about things best left buried, brother. There is something very important I need to tell you. I decided to look at the possibility of fertility treatment on my sperm, to see whether they could be redeemed. Most normal doctors think that I'm sterile now, but there is one in Cambridge that has some rather unusual promises. I decided to check her out and I found a little more than I was expecting." "Are you talking about Dr Eve McIntosh, by any chance?" Desmond asked, suddenly happy that he was not going to be completely outmanoeuvred by his twin. "Yes indeed I am. I gather you must be interested in her for some reason. She has a large number of very strange chemicals that she's had delivered to her recently. No, before you say it none of them are to do with anything I know about fertility." "Yes, very strange, but not necessarily illegal," Desmond countered. "No, but I wonder what she plans to use them for? The kind of quantities we are talking about is phenomenal though. So I'm guessing that she's up to no good, but it is none of my business really. Anyway, I've done my duty for Queen and Country. Just don't try and follow me Des." With that this old man took his telescope and left the room. He moved with a surprising sprightliness given his apparent age. Desmond knew it would be no use to try and follow his little brother. He would have had a plan to avoid being followed he was sure. Besides he really needed to get his team into that facility in Cambridge for a closer look. *** Dmitry removed the bodysuit of the form of Catherine Hopwood almost as soon as he had arrived back at the Fertility Clinic of Dr Eve McIntosh. The disguise was necessary when he was out in the world, but here he wanted to be his true self. Soon he hoped that Eve would be able to fulfil her promise to him and he would be the woman that he needed to be within his soul. Even though his natural form was still fairly male but with considerable feminized features, Dmitry chose to wear a dress and flat shoes for his meeting with Eve. When he entered her office Eve was on the phone. It soon became clear that she was talking to the bank about payment of her loans, the very payment that he and Dr Masters had obtained in the Middle East. Dr Eve McIntosh had built up her fertility business from scratch but there was no way that she would have been able to fund the experiments and the building of a secret rocket without considerable investment from the money men. The fact that she concealed it as her research into fertility issues was a small lie that she could live with. Soon all these money men would be money women and would understand. Dmitry waited for his boss to finish her call before coming to the point. "Have you perfected the formula now, Eve?" he demanded. "I'm eager to become my true self." Eve crossed her legs and turned to face him revealing that her tartan trousers matched her suit jacket. "The latest test subject is about to be brought out of her skin," Eve replied. "I'm sure that it's going to work this time. Would you like to see?" Dmitry nodded and quickly followed her down the corridor and through the secure entry lock into the secret lab. Resting on the bed in a glass walled cell was what could only be described as a person with a crusty layer all over their body. Eve pressed a button on the wall and a giant fan on the back wall of the cell started up, cycling the air in the room. After a minute or so Eve was satisfied with the progress and turned it off. Next she drew out a key card from her pockets and used it to open the glass cell door. "Now, Iris, we're going to remove your cocoon. Soon I hope you'll be the beautiful flower that you want to be," Eve told the person on the bed who started to sit up. Carefully Eve began removing the outer crust from the person, teasing it off from their form. The inner layer of the crust was filled with dense dark hair and parts of skin revealing a much reddened smooth skin below. Soon all the person's legs were revealed and Dr McIntosh very carefully started to remove the crust from the groin area. This was the real test, the part that Dmitry had yet to see work in the process. This removal was much slower than the legs as Eve was taking great care with her subject. The crust finally came off to reveal that the person underneath the skin was a woman with a perfectly formed vagina, with labia, clitoris and urethra opening alongside her vaginal cavity. The pubic hair however was entirely removed. Dmitry gasped excitedly at the sight. "The hair will grow back, though not all over as to how you were before Captain Whitlow, or perhaps I can properly call you Iris now?" Eve told her subject. "Tomorrow I think that we'll be ready for a mass trial over the South East of England and then onto the rest of the country. You should be fit to fly, I hope." "Can you start me on the treatment now?" Dmitry asked. "I don't want to wait another day. You promised me." "As I did, Sarah. Now that the formula is a success, you'll get your desire... though soon so will everyone else and women will finally be free of the male yoke!" Eve laughed maniacally. *** Desmond Wilkes had called all the Axis of Evil team into his office now that April and Tanya had returned from the UAE. The pressure on him to get results was now quite extreme and the failure to get a hold of them from the likely sale in the Middle East had made his position even more precarious. "Come in and sit down, all of you," he told the various members of the Axis of Evil. For once Adam was merely himself and not in a suit. After his experience nearly dying of heat exhaustion in the desert, he had been ordered to rest for three days without the use of the suits. Tanya seemed inordinately pleased with herself. Desmond decided to deflate her ego slightly before he began on the briefing. "Tanya, you're looking very happy at the moment," he said. "Any particular reason?" "Oh well, I figure saving Mr Frilly Knickers' butt from getting fried in the midday sun was pretty cool," Tanya boasted proudly. "You should have seen me blow up their Merc." It was not the first time that Liam and Adam had heard this and they looked a little bored. "And just why was your colleague frying to death in the midday sun?" Desmond demanded of her. "Where exactly was his backup when he was captured?" When Tanya did not answer, Agent Wilkes continued. "You're lucky that I'm not going to reprimand you for your inattention in your duty to watch Adam. Despite all the cock-ups, we did actually get something out of the situation. We've identified the people whom our targets were meeting and it seems that they were an Islamic Militant group seeking the missiles. The fact that they didn't make it away from the meeting with the plans seems to be the only good thing to come out of the situation. We must assume that our ultimate target Dr Eve McIntosh has the plans and also may well be making some kind of chemical warfare in Cambridge." "We therefore must infiltrate her facility and find out what she's up to. I'm sure that I don't need to tell you that germ or chemical warfare launched from Britain could not only be dangerous but also provoke an international incident." "Yes, Sir." Adam replied. "Creep," Tanya countered. "So, I guessed we've all volunteered for this little suicide mission?" "Unless of course you'd like to go back to prison instead, Miss Holden?" Desmond raised an eyebrow. "That threat's going to get old real quick," Tanya protested. "Alright, I've consulted my diary and I've got nothing else on for the rest of the week, so I can fit in a positively crazy plan that's bound not to work." "But Adam can't go in as April," Liam's face suddenly lit up as he came to that realisation. "They already know who she is!" "Ah well, he's still not allowed to use the suit anyway," Mr Wilkes informed them, "so for this mission, Mr Keynes will be going in with Miss Holden as a married couple who are having issues producing children." "Yeah, I won't go anywhere near him which is why we can't reproduce," Tanya quipped. "For this assignment, you'll be a couple very much in love," Desmond confirmed to them. "She'll get an Oscar if she can pull that one off," Adam said, sticking his tongue out at Tanya. "You'll both have to do it and like it. Your briefing papers are here. I expect you to have them memorised by lunchtime when you get on the train to Cambridge. Liam will be your backup on the comms." *** The Right