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Hi guys! It's been a very long time since my last upload. Better late than never, they say; and I hope you'll find this one interesting and enjoyable. Thanks for waiting. The Investigation Joseph Vogel has been in the business for 20 years now. As a private investigator, he had seen many things in life. Not a lot would surprise him at this point in his career. This, however, was on a completely different level. He found it hard to digest what was transpiring through the 'eye' he had installed in the person-of-interest's hideout. The micro- camera also served as an audio transmitter which allowed the P.I. to hear every word spoken from a room not far away. This was supposed to be another case of wealthy men or women suspecting their other half of cheating on them. As it turned out, it was so much more. It wouldn't have been typical if Frank Dunst was your client anyway. The Forbes listed billionaire had enlisted Joseph's service after his second wife had acted suspiciously over the past few months. Learning from the mistakes of his previous marriage where he caught his first wife sleeping with their gardener, Mr. Dunst was determined to get to the bottom of the truth - only this time with cold hard evidence. His last divorce was a lengthy battle which had cost him a hefty amount of his wealth just so he could obtain the rights to keep his daughter away from her mother. April Dunst was only 11 at the time but she had always been her daddy's little girl. Only with her blessing that her dad would bring another woman into the small but well-endowed family. April was already in high school when she found a mother figure in Kaitlyn Fisher. She happened to be the 17 year-old's English teacher when she had first met Dunst senior. Both of them, father and daughter had liked her a lot. According to Mr. Dunst, it was love at first sight. They had hit it right off the bat. She was 29. He was 51. She was beautiful with her long auburn hair which flourished passed her shoulders. They were usually tied up in a neat bun when she was in school. She kind of reminded Joseph of Amy Adams. Mr. Dunst was no Superman by any means but he was very well-kempt for a man his age. Looking lean and fit, he had striking brown eyes and dark hair with the slightest of gray on the sides. A year later, they were married in an extravagant wedding despite it being his second marriage. Fast forward to the here and now, 18 months after the ceremonious wedding bell, Joseph fumbled with his binoculars before looking through it at the windows of Kaitlyn Fisher Dunst's secret hideout. He knew the blinds had been drawn and he wouldn't be seeing anything even with the high-powered binocular, but he just had to do it out of compulsion to convince himself what was being displayed on portable LCD panel was actually happening. This shocking discovery was the last thing Joseph had expected when he was paid handsomely to tail the billionaire's wife. Thinking back to his first contact with his current client, it had all been rather rewarding. "Your reputation preceded you, Mr. Vogel," Mr. Dunst said in his frail voice. His health had deteriorated for the past couple of months. Doctors were struggling to find the cause until the coincidental discovery of a heart blocking substance found in one of his regular meals. While most of them were specially prepared by the family chefs, Mr. Dunst had also been noticing Kaitlyn recent enthusiasm with cooking and culinary knowledge. She had been seen to be spending a lot of her time in the kitchen lately. Not wanting to rattle the cage, he kept the discovery to himself while refraining from making any changes to the kitchen staffs. He had already hired a few other investigators on them while the main assignment of following Mrs. Dunst was reserved solely for Joseph. As flattering as it was, all the veteran PI thought about at the time was the money offered. He accepted the job without any hesitation. Now that he had finally discovered the truth with his own eyes, he almost regretted that decision. How in the world was he going to tell Mr. Dunst what he was seeing? Some truths were actually very hard to handle. Especially when you had to tell the husband that his elegantly dressed wife had sneaked into an abandoned building, hiked up her skirt, tucked aside her lacy underwear before shoving her sizable cock into a submissive woman who appeared to be her identical twin. Their only difference was the submissive woman was completely naked and had a collar around her neck with a leash with which she had been guided into the room by Mrs. Dunst like she was her poodle. So she was the source of the noises from that locked closet when the PI had slithered in to install his 'eye'. He had initially contemplated on breaking open the compartment but feared further exposing himself by doing so. Furthermore, this was never a rescue mission but an evidence gathering investigation. Looking at the bottom right corner of the screen, he was glad to see the circular red icon flashing - an indication that the whole thing was being recorded. Not that he had ever forgotten to press that all important button but seeing the bizarre scene turned into video evidence was reassuring none the less. He wouldn't want to be revealing such grotesque discovery with only his words and a few photographs of the lovely Mrs. Dunst entering an abandoned building. Mrs. Dunst? Should I still be referring the POI as Mrs. Dunst, Joseph thought. With an appendage bigger than his own and the masculine voice of a grown man, this woman-with-a-dick was clearly an impostor. The submissive woman on the bed with a lewd expression as she spread her legs for her convincing impersonator - this woman seemed to be the real Mrs. Dunst. She appeared to be enjoying getting pounded by the fake woman as she moaned and begged for more. "Please, please... My mistress, please... Fuck me harder... Harder... My pussy is all yours... Please, I'll tell you everything... Everything you need to know!" Joseph had to zoom in on the video to have a good look at the fake woman's genitals. Her cock was protruding through a pair of incredibly lifelike vaginal lips. So were her testicles. It was puzzling even for someone such as himself. Was she wearing a bodysuit or something? What happened next seemed to have answered his own questions. The phony woman continued to thrust into Mrs. Dunst while reaching her slender hands to the back of her neck. Sweeping away her red mane, she found a hidden knob - a tiny little bump which looked like a tiny little pimple. A nearly invisible seam opened up as she gently tucked the knob down. A second skin with a darker complexion revealed itself. When the knob was pulled down to the small of her waist, the opening was big enough for a bald Hispanic man to emerge from the disguise. The impostor had to briefly stop pummeling the real Mrs. Dunst in order for him to remove the rest of the unbelievably convincing bodysuit. Joseph's eyes almost popped right out of its sockets at what he was witnessing. At the same time, he could see how the man could fit into such an impersonation. In spite of his complexion and rough features, he was petite and skinny. The abundance of manly hairs on his face, chest and legs made no difference once he was in his disguise. "Tell me all I need to know about your mother. The old hag seems adamant to pay your dying husband a visit next week," he said as he hung the skin casually with a hanger in the closet. Grabbing a small container sitting on top of a dresser, he popped a red pill down his throat before momentarily shaking his head as if to clear his mind. "Okay, I'm ready. The memory retainer should be working now. Tell me as much as you can," the man said as he realigned his cock before pushing it back into Kaitlyn's womb. A comprehensive background of Kaitlyn's mother was told as the fully exposed impostor pushed his hips forward. Joseph wasn't sure how someone could concentrate on the information relayed if his mind was drowned in the state of lust. The information provider certainly had no trouble with her delivery except for the occasional moans and breaks to catch her breath. Nevertheless, the Hispanic man appeared to have no problem unleashing his load into the real Kaitlyn before reciting back what he was told: Queenie Fisher's age, date of birth, her favorite things to say, her baking expertise, where she had met Kaitlyn's father and even name of some of her book club members whom Kaitlyn had been introduced to. No wonder the guy was able to slip in so effortlessly as the new Kaitlyn. That pill must have been giving him photographic memory. By adding in a realistic disguise, this guy could become anyone. Joseph began to suspect that the reason for his captive's submission and odd behavior was due to some sort of drug as well. "It doesn't matter," the PI thought. "Once I hand this recording to Mr. Dunst, you'll be spending a long time in the state penitentiary anyway." Somehow, Joseph was still fascinated by the way the impostor seamlessly slid himself back into the Kaitlyn-suit. The opening was very elastic as it stretched easily for him to insert his feet into Kaitlyn's leggings - similar to pulling on a pair of stockings. His hairy limbs disappeared into Ms. Fisher's smooth long legs as he resumed tugging at the skin just like pulling on jumpsuits made out of latex. Magically, the identity thief's semi-erect manhood vanished underneath a perfect copy of Kaitlyn's pussy - with a little bit of a struggle initially. Her feminine hips came into shape as they curved smoothly into her 24-inch waist was easy from then onwards as the impostor tucked and slid his hands into the skin's arms before slipping his fingers into appropriate holes. It wasn't too dissimilar from wearing tight rubber gloves, only these had fine skin pores and realistic lines on them. The freak stopped briefly to admire his slender hand before proceeding to adjust his fake breasts on his supposedly flat chest. The masculine hairs between his tiny nipples were nowhere to be seen as they had been replaced by a perfect impression of Kaitlyn's 36C gravity-defying racks. His new nipples were succulent and erect. How the breasts came into their perky nature puzzled Joseph as they were deflated before being tucked into position. The last part of the disguise hung between the lovely boobs along with the exact imitation of Kaitlyn's beautiful red mane. As her deformed visage was pulled up and over the man's head, any remaining signs of his masculinity and his Hispanic heritage were gone - replaced by the radiant smile of Ms. Fisher. Something was still amiss though, as the fake woman sauntered back to the dresser to retrieve what looked like a set of fake teeth. Once it was set into place, a perfect portrayal of Kaitlyn Dunst smile was complete. "Please mistress, can I have the pills you've promised? I'd like to have them now," the real Kaitlyn pleaded. Without saying anything, the new Kaitlyn swayed her hips towards her purse before retrieving a different pack of pills. These were blue. "This is your reward for being such a nice girl," the phony woman said as she popped two pills into her mouth before walking over to plant her lips against Kaitlyn's. The make-believe twins appeared to be kissing but Joseph knew that the blue pills were transferred. As soon as the couple parted, the real Kaitlyn could be seen with her eye rolling upwards as if she was in some kind of trance. She flopped back onto the bed to get 'high' while her impostor proceeded to put on the clothes she had arrived in. Joseph dropped his cigarette to the floor as he could only watch while the intoxicated Mrs. Dunst was being led back to the hidden cell. Some edibles and a bottle of water were left by the impostor before locking the place up. The fake Kaitlyn lit a cigarette before making her way back to her Mercedes - just as her spy was crushing his with his boots. The Reveal The pills Frank Dunst had just swallowed were very different from the ones fed onto his wife. They were blood-thinning medications which were prescribed by his cardiologist to reverse the effects of the poisons served to him by his spouse's impersonator. Taking a sip of water to wash the pills down his throat, he did well to hold back tears while watching the suffering bestowed upon his significant half. His daughter April - just turned 19 last week - sat beside him as she held onto his hand. Despite being told of the sexually explicit nature of the video, she insisted on being there for her dad. She too was still in disbelief of how a man could intrude and stay with them in the house for the past 6 months masquerading as her stepmother. After being shown of the way the man took off and then put back on the disguise, the young woman was awe-struck. Halfway through, she had to excuse herself to the washroom - with a hand over her mouth. Sounds of her retching were audible all the way down the hall. Mr. Dunst held his ground as he watched it towards the end. Even without any apparent emotion, tears could be seen streaming down his cheeks. Joseph cleared his throat. "A copy of the video along with the location of the hideout has been handed over to the police. They are well on the way to..." the private investigator was interrupted by a call he had to answer. "Pardon me, I have to take this." "You got them both? Thanks Mike. I owe you one," the phone exchange ended with a satisfying grin on Joseph face. "That was Sergeant Michael Newman from the FBI. His team has just managed to secure Mrs. Dunst. The impostor was detained on a road-block while he was on the way here," the PI said to the reprieve of his billionaire client. "You know, Mr. Vogel... my daughter will be absolutely heartbroken after this. She has been very close to Kaitlyn ever since our marriage. The only consolation for all this mess is that we'll be welcoming my wife back," Mr. Dunst said. "And your life too, Mr. Dunst. You'd have died of a heart attack if the impostor's plan had gone undetected," Joseph said. "I guess you're right, Mr. Vogel." ***** Three months later, the billionaire found that getting Kaitlyn back on her own two feet wasn't a simple task. The drugs she had been injected with and later fed were highly addictive. Her cognitive function as well as her personality had been significantly affected. She would occasionally hallucinate while on other days, the deep depression would set in. The doctors - nothing but the best, insisted Mr. Dunst - had been rather positive on the prognosis but it would require time and mental fortitude as well as support from family members. Kaitlyn Dunst had got those in abundance from her husband and her mother, but the person who had spent the most time helping her recover was April. She had always been by her side to make sure that she'd have someone to talk to and wouldn't be lonely. Javier Jimenez aka Jay Jay was the name of the impostor as the Dunst had finally learnt. The 39 year-old former actor and makeup artist had managed to con a number of well-to-do gentlemen with the same modus operandi - disguise as attractive women. It was certainly a well-known weakness of most men but he took the deception to another level when kidnap and identity theft was involved in his last couple of cases. The Dunst family and many other victims had been glad that justice was finally served. Mr. Jimenez would be put behind bars for a very long time. Words got out from Joseph's informant that Jay Jay had reluctantly resumed his feminine role within the state penitentiary. In fact, he was quite popular among the convicts - as their favorite butt-mate. Somewhere on the other side of the prison walls, April Dunst was driving home from a long day at the Manhattan Psychiatric Center. She had spent most of the day accompanying Kaitlyn on her therapy session. The progress that she was making was very encouraging, though the doctors had warned against unreasonable expectations. It would take time but her beloved stepmother was going to make a full recovery. That put a smile on April's lovely face as she turned into the lengthy driveway lined on each side by tall scenic trees. The driveway would lead into the Dunst mansion. The heir to the Dunst Empire waved to Gabriel Heinz, one of the dozens of gardeners working in the estate. He was the longest serving among them. At 63, he was saddened by the news of what happened to Mrs. Dunst - though not as furious as the moment he discovered his son's affair with his employer's first wife. He was determined to dedicate the rest of his life to the Dunst family as a way to make up for his son's sins. April was glad that her father had not reflected Eric Heinz's betrayal on this poor old man. The young gardener was fired and no further action was taken as a respect to Heinz senior. As her Mercedes convertible pulled up in front of the steps to the property's extravagant double door, April was received by Rita, her housekeeper. Her honey blonde locks swayed with the wind as she stepped out of her vehicle. The floral-patterned summer dress barely kept her comfortable from the chilly weather as the 3-inch heels of her mid-shin boots were clicking up the concrete steps towards the mansion entrance. The warmth greeted her once she was inside the palatial residence. Rita helped her out of her short coat as the young woman enquired about her father's whereabouts. "Mr. Dunst is still in Toronto. He is expected to be back by the end of the week," Rita said. April knew that already, but still she would ask just in case her father would returned early just in time for Kaitlyn's assessment. Ever since the incident, her father had been keeping himself occupied with work. The daughter knew that he still blame himself for what had happened to Kaitlyn and he hadn't gathered enough courage to face her lately. "Thanks, Rita. I'll be in my room," April said as she made her way up the opulent steps. Her room was no different from the rest of the house - spacious and comfortable. Pink dominated her room's palette with the occasional whites and lavender. Valuing her privacy in a mansion with a dozen of staffs, April made sure her door was locked before swaying her hips sensually towards her fluffy four-poster. She flopped back onto the King-sized bed as she felt the silk against her skin. It had been a long day for her, but it was necessary for her to stay with her stepmother. April had held onto Kaitlyn's hand as she talked to the therapist about the horrible things she could recall - the way she had been violated while she was on the pills. April's dainty fingers began to trace the smoothness of her hose-encased thigh as she thought about the sickening actions of the impostor - the way he had violated her beautiful stepmother while still looking exactly like her. The 19 year-old moaned ever so softly as her delicate fingers came to rest on her crotch. Underneath the skirt of her dress, she started rubbing - feeling the material of her pantyhose and the silk of her pink lingerie against her clit. The pace of her rubbing increased and before she knew it, she had torn an opening through her hosiery giving her direct access to her lacy underwear. She could feel the wet spot growing as her juice started flowing. The young woman was very close to her orgasm. Being around Kaitlyn had built up the sexual tension in her. But she wouldn't want to cum in such a way. With that thought, April abruptly halted her stroking before inserting her thumb, index and middle finger into her cunt. Her ring finger and pinky followed swiftly as they joined the others in her womb. The pleasure from the excessive stretching almost spoiled her plan to hold her climax as she searched for something hidden. When she had found it, her digits tried to grab hold of its slippery nature as much as they could before pulling it out from between her vaginal lips. April's rigid cock was fully coated with her own juice as she began to pump. Her other hand was free to grope at her pert breast through her dress and the pink bra underneath. The vision of Kaitlyn Dunst getting screwed by Jimenez in various creative positions filled her mind as she grunted and groaned with every stroke of her 8-inch appendage. It certainly didn't take long before the inevitable. Loads after loads of hot cum exploded from her cock with such force that some of them landed on her honey blonde hair while some on her face and dress. "Damn, another stain on my dress I'd have to explain," she thought. After a few minutes of post-orgasmic glow, April stirred herself up from the bed. She kicked her boots off before lifting her dress up and over her head. The reflection on the ceiling-to-floor mirror which occupied all of the exposed panels in her walk-in closet showed a gorgeous woman in her lingerie. The young lady had always liked to observe herself when she undressed as she took off her earrings and bracelet before rolling down her pantyhose. Her lacy pink panties were left exposed as she couldn't resist pulling the underwear up and over her manhood which had lost some of its rigidity. She had especially liked feeling the sensation of her soft lingerie against her cock. The contradiction was so arousing. That bit of fetish was slowly injecting life back into her meat. It had been a long day though, so April had to resist the urge. She proceeded to roll down her sexy panties before taking off her blouse and bra. Fully naked, her erect penis was the only giveaway that she was not exactly what she appeared to be. The last time that she had washed her real body was quite some time ago. A sly grin presented itself on her pretty face as she sauntered sensually over to the attached bathroom. The sway of her feminine hips resulted in her still-exposed cock slapping alternately against each of her creamy thighs. Turning on the tap, she let the tub fill. The temperature of the water was perfect as steam started to rise. Turning her attention to an equally large mirror occupying the whole wall above the full-sized vanity and a couple of wash basins, again April saw an incongruous image of a beautiful lady with a good-sized penis. The smug on her visage stayed as she reached her svelte hands to the back of her neck - seemingly searching for something. Her grin faded when she had finally recognized her mistake. "Silly me," April said as she ambled back to her closet. At the bottom of her lingerie drawer, she dug out a watch which appeared more like a fitness tracker. Strapping it to her slender wrist, the young woman fiddled with its screen before a bright flash came on as if she was taking a selfie. Satisfied, she took off the device before hiding it back underneath her collection of sexy underwear. "Let's try this again," April said after returning to where she stood in front of the large bathroom mirror. Again, she reached both of her hands to the back of her neck. This time, she easily found what she was looking for. Her dainty fingers, despite its manicured nails, pulled the recently-appeared knob down as if it's just a zipper. The opening behind her neck expanded as April's lovely face became grossly deformed. Her smile disappeared as she continued to tuck and stretch at her flexible skin. The head of Eric Heinz - the young gardener who has slept with Mr. Dunst's first wife - emerged from the mask of April Dunst. He took a brief moment to admire his head, his rugged face along with his unmistakable mustache on the body of the gorgeous daughter of his former employer. This wouldn't be possible if not for the mysterious woman he had met on the day he was fired. Not the time for flashbacks, Eric thought as he resumed pulling the rest of April's skin off his muscular form. And yes, those were the actual skin of April Dunst - the only heir to the multi-billion worth Dunst Corporation. Eric was determined to be the next Paris Hilton once his plan to stop Kaithlyn's recovery succeeded. He had been swapping out his medications with hallucinogens while playing the role flawlessly as a caring stepdaughter so that Mrs. Dunst would remain mentally unsound to handle any sort of her father's inheritance. Once he had found a suitable candidate, he would again use the device on the bitch. Why not just become Mr. Dunst himself and then switch to the daughter later? That was his initial plan until this Jay Jay fellow came and complicated things. He wouldn't want to be the one being poisoned. Besides, he had always had the desire to feel what it's like to a beautiful woman - that, despite his manly looks and womanizing ways. It was a secret which no one else needed to know. As he dipped his feet into the warm water, Eric savored the pleasant sensation his own skin was feeling for the first time in months. His hairy legs followed swiftly. The temperature was just right as he let most of his large frame submerged into the bubbly bath. April's skin was hung neatly over on the towel racks while her bra, matching underwear and pantyhose rolled up in a bundle on the expensive tiles. Eric thought about Mr. Vogel, the private investigator - the day he showed them the video of that other impostor screwing a heavily drugged Kaitlyn. As April, he had to put up an act in response to such offensive recordings. He did well by excusing himself while pretending to throw up. The memories from the skinsuit dictated that would have been how the real April would have responded anyway. By evening, he had masturbated with the video in his thoughts. His hand shifted beneath the water before coming to his already hard cock - amazed at how rapid the mind was affecting the body. He began to stroke with one hand while trying to fondle his chest with the other before noticing the absence of April's mounts. He had gotten so used to masturbating in the 19 year-old's lovely form that he had forgotten about having just taken off her skin seconds earlier. "Damn, what a turn-off," he whispered. The sound of something dropped to the floor made him jump. Eric turned to find Rita standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a look of horror on her face. Eric's shock was immediately replaced with thoughts that this would be the end of his little escapade. It feels as if his whole world was crumbling down. How ironic would it be if he ended up next to Jay Jay in the same prison. Wait, there was still time for him to avoid that. As was he getting up from bath with bubbles and soap trickling down his naked figure, ready to make a run for it, Rita spoke in an unexpectedly gleeful tone. "Calm down, Mr. Heinz. You can stay where you are. It's me," Eric gave him a puzzling look. Rita's expression had completely changed. The smirk was unmistakable. She had never looked so deceitful for all the six months Eric had been here. "I'm the one who gave you the device, you dumbass!" Rita clarified before dropping all the toiletries she was carrying. "That was another lady... Oh wait, you've now switched body?!" Eric said. Suddenly, there was hope. "Yes, Einstein. Took you awhile to figure out," Rita said as she started stripping off her uniform. "Why... why are you here? Am I in trouble or anything," Eric questioned as he was still standing in the bath. His cock not as hard as before. Rita in only her white bra and matching cotton panties slowly swayed her hips towards Eric. At 32, she was one of the prettier housekeepers. Her slender figure complimented well with her Hispanic beauty while her light lingerie made a pleasant contrast to her tanned complexion. After taking off her bra, she joined Eric in the tub - both of them standing. "Be a good boy and I'll answer your questions later," Rita said as she began to stroke the man's cock. The housekeeper leaned in with her lips and Eric responded by plunging his tongue into her mouth. They kissed passionately as if they were long time lovers. The relief that this was not a completely fucked up situation fed into his passion. His hands explored the curves of her body before stopping at her juicy ass as he gave it a good strong squeeze while at the same time, she was stroking his cock back to life. The makeout session lasted only for so long before Rita decided to squat into the hot bath as she enveloped Eric's cock with her lips - not caring to soak her underwear wet in the water. As she bobbed her head front and back on Eric's immaculate manhood, she managed to rub her crotch with her delicate fingers through her drenched lingerie. It had been some time since Eric had fucked a real woman and he felt the urge to do it with Rita or whoever she was. Somehow managed to resist from cumming into her throat, he pulled his cock out of her mouth before joining her in the water. It wasn't difficult to tuck aside the crotch of her panties before shoving his erection into the housekeeper. "Oooh, you're so big!" Rita groaned. Eric planted kisses on her face before sucking both her impressive mammaries in turn as he hammered the housekeeper. Due to the size of the mansion and the space in April's room, the couple had no concern of the noises they were making as bath water splashed out of the tub. Eventually, the former gardener didn't take long as he exploded inside of Rita. "I hope you're taking your pills," Eric whispered into her ear. "That's the least of our concern, young man. We have a more pressing matter on our hands," Rita said as she stood to get out of the bathtub - totally ignoring the fact that her current identity was not far from Eric in terms of age. Water and cum were leaking out from her nether region. She grabbed one of the neatly folded towel prepared for April before wrapping herself in it. Eric did the same, drying his lean body before eagerly pulling April's skin up over his own. No reason to expose himself any longer. This had been a close call and he was keen to listen to what the Rita impostor had to say about her presence here. "The person who kidnapped and impersonated your stepmother, he works for the Russian KGB," Rita said as she crossed her arms under her rack while leaning her behind against the vanity. "KGB?! I thought that shit no longer existed," Eric interrupted in April's melodious tone as he had just completed his transformation. "That's what they want you to think. More importantly, the Kaitlyn-suit that impostor was using had been developed by the Russians. The government is currently studying it but we're getting nowhere near figuring out the technology which they were using," Rita explained. "You said 'we'. Are you with the government?" "I won't say that I'm with them. What I'll say that is I have a couple of my clones taken the place of two very attractive ladies who are working for the government." "I still don't get why you are here," April said. "I'm on a mission to retrieve all the 'watches' I have given out until this day. Words got out that the Russians were aware of them and now they want their hands on one." "You want my device back?" "Actually, I've already dug it out from among your sexy undies," The housekeeper said as she flung Eric's watch out of nowhere. "Hey, that's mine! You gave it to me," "Well, thanks for returning it, then. Just be grateful that you'll get to become April Dunst and be rich and desirable for the rest of your life. And don't worry about your stepmother. She won't be in your way of your inheritance any longer," Rita said before walking out of the bathroom. In April's naked form, Eric tried to give chase but the housekeeper was already out of her room. Wrapped only in bathrobe she stormed out of her room but Rita had already left the mansion. A week later, the psychiatric center called and informed that Kaitlyn had been discharged. When Frank Dunst tried to get in touch with her, he was informed by her lawyer that she had left the country after filing for a divorce. The billionaire was heartbroken. He eventually announced his retirement and April became the youngest ever woman to helm the Dunst Corporation. Meanwhile... Over on the other side of the sphere, Major Kasparov was puffing a cigar while deep in thought about the limitations of their recent breakthrough. Their disguise technology was only designed to match a female body and the wearer had to be from the opposite sex. In other terms, it was strictly only for male agents to disguise as woman victims - no thanks to their pervert of a scientist, Professor Hankav Riehl. Furthermore, it would cost the government an arm and a leg just to produce a single bodysuit. They had only managed to produce two so far. The entrance of one of his finest agent interrupted his thoughts. Dressed in a fine suit and tie, the slim agent looked more like a male model on the catwalk than a government servant in Eastern Europe. He greeted the leader of the underground spy agency before claiming his seat among the other leaders of secret agencies from all over the world. "Have you got it, comrade Argarov?" the Major asked. Cigar smoke puffing from his nostrils and mouth. "Yes, of course," Sinis Argarov said bringing out the improvised AER device from his pocket. "How did you do it?" asked the head of North Korean's intelligence office sitting across from Kasparov on the other end of the long table. "Guile and a bit of luck," Argarov said - thinking about the time he had posed as Rita. The End. Author's note: I hope that this would open up the path to the sequel of the Escape series. Please leave a comment or two. Thanks for your time.