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Another Escape Ch.4 Author's note: Here is the latest chapter of the 'Another Escape' series. Very very late, I know. It's the best I could do especially having to take care of someone sick in the family. Enough of my petty excuses. I hope that you'll enjoy this one. Drop a comment or two in the review section if you don't mind. Thanks and cheers! WARNING: This story contains TG, incest and dark themes. DNA Igor Kolarov was only six when he became an orphan. Both his parents perished during the First Chechen war leaving him clinging to his brother who was only 2 years older. He was told that his parents fought bravely against the separatists to keep the motherland from being eaten away by the greed and the grip of capitalism. He and his brother had been taken in by the care of the Soviet idealist ever since. Their care and education were provided for as long as they could remember the importance of safeguarding the sovereignty of the motherland from the capitalist's invasion. By the time he was 20, his brother who was a couple of years his senior, vanished during an operation on foreign soil. Igor was told by his superiors that they feared it was the CIA who had a hand in his brother's disappearance. Ten years later, there were still no news on the KGB agent. Ten years, Igor had been fed with rumors of the tortures his brother must had endured in return for Soviet intel. And ten years, his hatred for the Americans had grown exponentially until he had trained himself into one of Major Kasparov's best agents. Igor, a lean man of 5ft 8" with neatly combed back short raven hair, exuded intelligence. It was his intelligence that had him doubted the circumstances of his parents' demise. During a private outing, he had managed to dig up information regarding he and his brother's origin. Having been immersed in the cruel world of espionage, Igor barely flinch when he finally uncovered the truth. The Kolarovs had always been part of the Chechen rebellion all along - not of the Soviet idealists as he and his brother were told. He found glaring evidence of how his parents had been murdered just like most in his homeland before their children were gathered up and brainwashed as they grew into spies and loyalists. The revelation, which he had determined to keep to himself, somehow did little to turn him against his current patria. After all, they had given him a place to sleep and food to eat. He had met many kinds faces among the ranks who had made him an orphan. He had even felt in love with the daughter of a high-ranking general. Lyanka was the kindest and the most pure-hearted girl he had ever met. They were in love and were destined to be together until her father decided to sacrifice his own daughter on an important mission. That was the last straw for Igor. It had been a good thing that his relationship with Lyanka had been kept secret. The leadership never knew how heartbroken he was when the love of his life was forced to poison herself. He masked his rage well when he found out about the truth. Having been thrust behind enemy lines with the latest mission, this would be the opportune time for Igor to avenge Lyanka. As he crossed Rachel Wilson's legs, he savoured the view of the assembled cast who started it all. Unlike him, these were a viscous group who were condemned to the gallows for their crimes against their own. A mafia boss. His loyal assassin. A Casanova psychologist. A rapist with a fetish. And a couple of aging thugs who was deemed a waste of space even for the prison. Then, there was also the murderous pimp whose fate would be decided by this very meeting. "Why would we believe anything you've said if you're not even willing to show us your own face?" the former Dr. Kenny Smith said in the guise of the lovely Melissa Ingram. His clone shifted uneasily in the body of Oliver Wilson who stood by the side of his wife, Katherine. Inside the well-preserved middle-aged woman was Rocky Wallansky. His curious gaze shifted up and down the figure of Rachel through his stolen blue eyes. "I think you of all people know very well why I chose to remain... Rachel. The last thing I need is for you to turn me into another live- skin as soon as I take this beautiful body off," the former Russia spy said with Rachel's sing-song tone. Most of the AER's know-how seemed to have been part of this young lady's knowledge as well. This made Igor questioned the intention for the old creep to keep that 'murderous pimp' alive. Then again, it would be foolish of him to try to understand the mind of a mad scientist. "Surely, you gotta show us something... Something which vindicates of who you said you are," Rocky words left Katherine's lips. Igor gave it a brief thought before replying, "I have a simple solution." He uncrossed Rachel's legs and spread them wide to reveal the crotch of her pink panties to the group of seven in the vast living hall. Adrian Torres in the guise of Olivia Wilson who had just arrived with his newly recruited assistant, was immediately on guard. The behaviour of his supposed sister was getting more and more bizarre. She appeared to be enjoying the audience as she rubbed her clit through the silky material of her lingerie. Even the twins stopped what they were doing to see what this 25-year-old blonde was up to. Igor took pleasure from the attention he was getting as he tucked the front of Rachel's panties aside to expose her pink folds. They were expectedly wet and inflamed as the PSI operative inserted his delicate fingers in between them. A girlish moan escaped his stolen lips as he added more of Rachel's fingers into her vagina. From her stolen memory, Igor already knew that this would be possible before he finally pulled out his own cock from hiding. "I'm sure you would be abled to tell the difference," 'Rachel' said with a 9-inch cock jutting out from between her smooth long legs. "I'm also willing to provide 'DNA sample' if you need detail identification of my origin," 'Rachel' offered, adding in the hand gesture of stroking her manhood for the word DNA sample. Moscow Elana sat on the lab stool as she infused the nanobots extracted from Mr. Alvez into the analyser which her former self had invented. It was surprisingly compact for something which was supposed to interpret the electrical signals from the neurons in a human brain. The nanobots had imbibed them all from Chico's brain, leaving him void of memories - not unlike someone who had an amnesia. Unfortunately for Chico though, unlike those who had suffered from cerebral concussion, the memory loss would be permanent. As the analyser started working its magic, Elana began typing furiously on the keyboard as she navigated through the system which she had developed. Binary data was appearing on the flat panel before her as the mixture of spinning and electrical noises occupied the largely vacant laboratory. Only a handful of her assistants were allowed and all of them was at least twice her age. Nobody was asking any questions as they were hustling to decipher the data produced by the memory extraction device. Some of them could not hide their excitement when the first few lines in Russian appeared on the lab's largest computer screen. The moment was surreal when vague images were shown accompanied by lines of random words at the bottom of the screen. Those were actual footages derived from a living person and Chico was their second ever success. The first candidate suffered the same fate as Chico - permanent memory loss. The Russian agent later died of brain damage the next month. They had tried it on corpses - and failed. The nanobots seemingly only able to perform its task on living brain cells - not even those who had 'freshly' dead. Professor Riehl's experiment even resulted in the loss of valuable Intel for the underground agency when he had a prisoner executed before infusing him with his nanobots - well within the 4 minutes golden hour. But still, it didn't work. Now that vital information had successfully been obtained, there was really no reason in keeping Mr. Alvez alive. But then again, why the hurry when he could be brain dead in a couple of weeks time anyways. Besides, he was doing really well as Anastasia, and the former Professor Riehl was looking forward to more quality mother-daughter time. All out The joyful mood at the secretive laboratory wasn't felt over on the rest of the underground government agency. Major Yuri Kasparov was sitting in his office alone while tapping the back of his pen on the document lying at his ancient-looking desk - the very same desk where he had got it on with his lovely stepdaughter. With the American technology in their hands, the PSI had all the necessary tools they needed to proceed with their goal ever since the Cold War. An all-out infiltration into the territory of their main rival had always been a pipe dream even during the heights of the KGB. Now, it would be a dream-come-true. The only problem and the most crucial one at that was man-power - quite literally. So far, the technology had only been truly compatible with men - and even so, it only worked cross-gender. Even cross-gender from women to men had proven to be risky. Besides he had lost several agents during their first trials before the workings of it had been made known to them. The agency used to handle roughly around 380 agents. Of that number, only around 60 were women. And even so, at least half of those were not fit to be field agents as they were posted to the desk handling administrative duties. When they lost even some of those working behind desks during the AER experiments, Kasparov had no choice but to pull back some operatives else where to partake in the mother of all infiltration on American soil. All hands were to be on deck as they said it in the west. Hence the rather quiet and solitude felt in his side of the building. Currently with only a couple of staffs at his disposal - a renowned cyber terrorist and an ordinary secretary - Kasparov wasn't sure he appreciated the peace. The idea of throwing himself into the pit was alluring but someone needed to be at the helm of things. And there was no one else to keep the professor in check except him. His thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on his door. Without waiting for him to answer, a hippie-looking young man in his 20s entered Kasparov's private office. "What news do you bring me this time, young man?" Kasparov enquired. "Good ones. Their immigration department's security system was very tough to crack..." Lipinski the hacker said. "But?" Kasparov was waiting to hear more. "But, I managed to get through," the computer prodigy said. Kasparov couldn't help but got up from his large swivel chair behind his desk to give Lipinski a well-deserved hug. The young man with plenty of tattoos and facial piercings was a little taken aback by his superior's reaction. Rarely did the Major took kindly to his subordinates. However, he could understand his elation as his task was crucial for the success of their operation. An operation of an all-out espionage attack against their biggest enemy - their largest infiltration since the Cold War. Hundreds of their operatives would be able to enter enemy territory using fabricated documentation. Then these agents would use the skinning devices which the professor had replicated and improvised to seep into the lives of ordinary Americans. Some would target VIPs which would help the PSI to have a deeper grasp on what the capitalists were up to. Moscow would secretly provide more personnel if Kasparov's first batch of operatives managed to pull it off flawlessly. "Shall we give them the green light then?" Lipinski asked. There was a momentary pause as Kasparov flashed the bright young man a sardonic grin. He had dreamt of moments like these all his life and now, it would all come true. "No reason to delay any longer. It's been way overdue." JFK Airport, New York Donald Paulson was working the morning shift as an immigration officer. At the age of 53, his job was to sit behind checkpoints and verify documents of travellers coming into the country - whether they were visitors or US citizens coming back home. Ever since September Eleven, Paulson and his colleagues were well trained to be eyeful of suspicious individuals which might be terrorists. Throughout his 25 years career, he could probably categorize his days into three different categories - the busy but uneventful days, the busy and eventful days and the boring yawning days. At JFK, the latter was definitely a rarity. However, Paulson could not place the days he had been having to any of the above categories. Sure, it was busy, and sure it was uneventful; but he had never seen so many foreign-looking travellers going through the immigration checkpoints at the same time. Surely there should be nothing unusual about that since JFK was an international Airport - tourists would be coming and going through Paulson all the time. But, these were no tourists. They were all Americans. Well, according to their passports anyways. Around two to three hundred of them seemed to have valid passports which all checked out with the system online. Adding further to his suspicion, the way they spoke too, didn't sound American - more like Russians trying to sound like Americans, which further complimenting their Eastern European appearance. When Paulson reported his doubts to his boss, the senior immigration supervisor shrugged it off and told him not to be a 'bloody racist'. "Our asses are covered as long as the system checks out," the senior officer said. Consequently, Donald Paulson and his colleagues working in international airports in New York as well as Los Angeles, Houston and Seattle had inadvertently allowed closed to 300 secret agents and military personnel through the gateway into the US. More would soon follow in coming weeks. The invasion had begun. Nevada, Las Vegas. It was a dream come true for 21-year-old Eleanor Tong to be representing California. She was the first American of oriental blood to be crowned Miss California and she would be beyond ecstatic if she could be the first Chinese American to be crowned Miss USA. Her parents had migrated from Hong Kong 19 years ago to achieve their own dreams. Now, this would be her chance to achieve her own. Like many Asian upbringing, her parents had strongly objected to her participation. They had envisioned careers along the lines of the accountants or the doctors for her. And she was not to be distracted by the nonsense of some beauty competition while she was getting her degree in Economics. Eventually, Eleanor managed to bulldoze all the objections and now found herself among the prettiest young women in the country. She did not appreciate all the politics and gossiping going on among the participants though as she had found barely 3 days into the pageantry. The brief respite as she sat in her hotel room provided was much welcomed if it meant she could escape from some of the backstage bickering among the girls. It had not been this bad even during her state's competition. With all the egos and prides clashing, it was certainly much more hostile around here. This only made Eleanor missed her home even more. Then, there was gentle knockings on her door. Before answering, Eleanor checked her appearance from the reflection on the room's vanity mirror. Blessed with mesmerizing brown eyes, cute button nose and luscious pair of lips, framed with raven black hair which reached past her shoulders, some of the judges in the competition had already compared her to Fan Bing Bing. Her flawless skin could only be the perfect compliment to her slender figure. At 5-foot 9", she was holding her own along her mostly Caucasian competitors in the pageantry. Satisfied with her appearance which sported a simple cotton pyjama-tee that stretched almost to her knees, she peeked through the peephole and found her roommate on the other side of the door. Jessica Hastings was the only girl in the group of beauties whom Eleanor could trust. She found the 22-year-old Miss Alabama to be a down-to-earth person despite her amazingly good looks. She was also one of the most outspoken women she had ever met - having fended off the bullying targeted on weaker girls like Eleanor from the meanest bunch led by Hailey Fletcher (Miss Mississippi) and Denise Campbell (Miss Nevada). As the door swung open, Jessica strutted into the room with an air of confidence. The attractive law undergraduate left Eleanor to shut the door as she sat down at the edge of her own bed with her legs gracefully crossed. With straight blonde hair tied into a pony tail as well as a large set of deep blue eyes and a slightly upturned nose, she flashed her roommate the prettiest smile Eleanor had ever seen. Coupled that with her witty personality, it was easy to see why she was one of the hot favorites to be crowned Miss USA this year. "Guess what I just did?" Jessica piqued her roommate's curiosity. "Hmmm, knowing you..." Eleanor deliberated before her eyes opened wide with a gasp, "Oh, no you didn't!" There was an incident earlier in the day when Hailey made fun of Eleanor's heritage and how less 'USA' and how un-'California' with her presence to the pageantry. Jessica wasn't present when the unpleasant statement was made, but words eventually got around and Eleanor's roommate wasn't going to let it slide. "I just dare the bitches to repeat what they've said about you and I secretly recorded them doing just that with my phone," Jessica said as she pulled out her phone before adding, "their mean little faces are going to be all over social media if I just press send." "I can't let you do that," Eleanor said. "Don't you go softy on me, girl," Jessica said as she was about to show her friend the recording. Then she heard someone flushing in the room's attached bath. "Who's that?" the blonde asked, not expecting Eleanor to have a guest. The Asian beauty could only afford a sly grin before answering, "Oh, it's just Gostov." "Who's Gos..." The door to the bathroom swung open and a large bald man came into view. He could have easily been a bodybuilder going by his muscular form, but he seemed flustered with sweat covering his angular face. His crooked nose was a sign of him getting into more than a few fist fights. Then he started speaking to Eleanor in what sounded like Russian before giving Jessica an appraising look. The future attorney felt as if she was being scrutinize from head to toe. "What is he saying? Is he like, your boyfriend or something?" Jessica tensed as she began to get up from her bed. "He just mentioned that he'd rather shack you than being you," Eleanor said, a little out of character. "What?" "Don't worry Jesse? You'll get to know him more intimately soon," Eleanor said before showering her roomy with beams from a peculiar device on her wrist. 'I've never seen her wear that thing before,' was Jessica's last thought before she collapsed into a pile of skin on the carpeted flooring along with her clothes. The spectacle reminded Eleanor of her own fate when she thought the pageants manager, Miss Hendrix was knocking on her door. As soon as she opened it, she too was hit by the exact same trio of beams which could turn anyone into an irreversible disguise. A couple of men in bell- boy's uniforms which appeared rather too tight for their muscular frames quickly stepped into the room. One of them also had the same 'watch' as Miss Hendrix as he quickly picked up Eleanor's hollow skins along with the clothes which she was wearing. "The other one's not here," the man without the 'watch' spoke in Russian. "She will be back sooner or later. Just lay low until she gets back. I'll be meeting the others now," Miss Hendrix replied before hustling on. "I've never seen Bogdan in such a rush," Alexei said referring to the manager with the name of the 41-year-old man who was now wearing her 33-year-old skin. "I don't blame him. We have a task of replacing every single pageant by the end of the day," said the Boris. "Krap! My stomach's acting up again." Alexei said before rushing to the attached bathroom. That left Boris to put on Eleanor's skin - just like how his partner was doing it now as he brought himself back to the present. All of them had been shown the way it was done. It was certainly as easy as it seemed. He had no problem pulling on the Asian beauty's immaculate skin, and so was Alexei who was in the midst of wearing Jessica. His crude, hairy legs and his large pair of feet had already been accepted by the elasticity of the empty disguise. The morphing was immediate as they witnessed the miraculous changes of his lower limbs into Jessica's smooth and much more delicate ones. Alexei felt a little unstable due to the disproportion between his upper body and his significantly more refined legs. He had to pull the skin up further to avoid falling over. As he did so, his semi-erect member somehow disappeared under the snatch of Miss Hastings. With his own eyes, he saw his nether region flattened and shaped into Jessica's neatly trimmed pussy. Never been into these sorts of things himself, the transformation did its trick to fascinate him. As soon as his fascination began, his belly started rumbling again. "Damn it, I need to go to the bathroom," Alexis said with a stricken expression as he was about to shed the skin. "No. Just pulled it up over you as fast as you can. I think your annoying problem will go away as soon as you've become her," the former Boris said with the sultry voice of Eleanor. True enough, Alexis found that his colic vanished once the disguise morphed with his midsection - shrinking his waist down to an impressive 23 inches. By then, his hands had been inserted into Jessica's as each fingers metamorphosized into the 22-year-old's gracefully manicured digits. The curiosity which had never been there before grew as Alexei was eager to find out what it would be like once he had pulled the Miss Alabama's hollow head over his. That was his final thoughts before flashes of Jessica's life from her childhood to her teens and her ventures into adulthood played like a short film before him. "Alexei! Are you in there?" the fake Eleanor called out to her fake roommate. "Eleanor... Which part of me look like Alexei?" the false Jessica asked, now reverting back to conversing in English. Eleanor's lips curled up into a grin as she gave her a hand to pull her up from the carpeted floor. Then she pulled the blonde in before giving her exposed breast a good squeeze. "Oh my... This feels hmmmm... good!" the phony blonde cooed. "It's crazy isn't it. Even though I know you're in there, Alexei... I still feel like doing this," the Asian beauty leaned in to kiss her girlfriend as the two gorgeous ladies began to make out. Hands were all over each others perfect figures before Jessica lifted up the pyjamas top of the Asian goddess to reveal her bra-less tits. Not as well-endowed as Jessica, they were still an impressively perky pair of mounds. Eleanor's pink nipples were standing at full attention as Jessica was rubbing her cleanly shaven slit through her pink cotton panties patterned with repetitive little white hearts. Shortly after, the lovely blonde leaned in to suck on her roomie's areolas, twirling her tongue around them one at a time. "Hmmm... It's just like what Bogdan had boasted about," Eleanor's impostor moaned as she extended the reach of her hands behind the false Jessica to grope at her bouncy derriere. That only served to motivate Jessica/ Alexei as she aborted from sucking on Eleanor's/ Boris's reddened tits before pushing her backwards onto the bed. It felt odd to the former Boris that he would subconsciously tried to keep his stolen legs together even as he laid in a compromised position. In fact, all his movements had been rather feminine without him even trying ever since he had taken over from the lovely Miss Tong. 'Not only have I stolen her looks and memories, but I seem to be eliciting her mannerism subconsciously as well,' the former military retiree thought. "Aww... So cute," Alexei in the guise of Jessica said before parting Eleanor's well-toned legs. The Boris hidden within pretended to hesitate - obviously starting to enjoy the roleplaying part of his job - before allowing his stolen limbs to part. The crotch of Eleanor's pink underwear was once again exposed - revealing the growing wet spot to Alexei's gleaming Jessica- eyes. Wasting no time, the fake blonde girl dived in - burring her pretty visage against the soft lingerie. It was the only material between her tongue and Eleanor's clit as she let her 'inner beast' take control - making sure her oriental friend was well-stimulated. Not long after, the phony Jessica felt the need to be even more intimate as she tucked the cute panties aside. Eleanor's scent was intoxicating, reminding the former Alexei that his own stolen cunt was salivating as much. With his remarkably feminine fingers, the veteran agent rubbed his Jessica-pussy as he ate his partner's stolen clit. The room was filled with Eleanor's amorous moans, and it would soon turn into ecstatic screams as Boris experienced his first ever orgasm as a woman. In the form of Jessica, Alexei wasn't going to be left behind as he had just the right idea to 'pop his own cherry'. It was something which Bogdan had accidentally discovered when he was in the body of Rebecca Hendrix, the person in charge of the welfare of all the Miss USA contestants. Knowing that the secretions from the orgasm would only help, 'Jessica' plunged her fingers into Eleanor's sensitive snatch. "Think I can bring your cock out from here?" 'Jessica' teased while guiding Boris's thought to his former plumbing. That was all it took for the false Miss Alabama to wrap her fingers around Boris's hidden member. Eleanor's pussy ejaculate lubricated the way as her impostor's circumcised cock slid out from between her labials - almost like a snake. Already well-coated with natural lubricants, the former Alexei wasted no time in lifting his Jessica- form over the 8-inch meat. With her memories and her stolen quirk, the former Alexei was in kinky mood as he lowered himself onto his partner's pole. There was no turning back now as he felt the peculiar sensation of being stretched and filled. Gradually, the warmth was spreading from 'her' nether region out to the rest of her slender body. Without 'her' realizing it, 'Jessica' had taken in all of Boris's cock. Somehow, it felt like a natural thing to do as 'she' grinded her groin against his - swaying her hips like a belly-dancer with her lesbian lover's incongruous manhood entrapped within her. "Oooh... This... Feels so good..." Jessica cooed. Unknown to her, Eleanor - or rather the wearer of her live-skin - was enjoying it too. She felt the desire to reach up and grope at Jessica's impressive mounds as her blonde roomie started the motions of bouncing up and down on her Russian cock. That was when Jessica returned the favor by palming Eleanor's breasts in each hand, letting them serve as holds while she rode Miss California like a rodeo. Jessica's movements intensified as she made good use of her past experiences despite her impostor's very first intercourse as a woman. The surge of female orgasm came down hard on her slender figure, though, it didn't hinder her desire and passion as she continued grinding her hips against her 'shemale' lover's groins. The false Eleanor had other ideas as she sat up before lifting her blonde girlfriend with surprising strength - while still maintaining her manhood within Jessica's vagina - and put her down on the bed like a professional wrestler. Just like that, the oriental beauty was on top as she resumed pumping her thick member in and out of Jessica's cunt. The squealing from the Miss Alabama told her that she was having her third orgasm while the phony Eleanor was closing in on her first. Her motions became a little jerky and inconsistent as she felt her sacs tightened. "FUCK! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" Eleanor managed to growl before pulling out quickly and shooting her loads across Jessica's tits and face. It had been a long time since the former middle-aged man had produced so much cum as he saw the last few squirts left the tip of his cock. Then, he laid his Eleanor-form next to her gorgeous roommate who was covered with warm ejaculates. They were both grinning as they stared at the hotel room's ceiling. "This is way better than I expected," the fake Eleanor said. "You've experienced nothing yet until you shove that cock back into your pussy and let me do the pitching this time," the fake Jessica teased with a sadistic grin on her pretty face. The VIPs 17-year-old Ryan Langdon was having lunch with his mom on a Sunday afternoon when he noticed a couple of beefy-looking men kept stealing glances at them. Well, he couldn't really blame them. At 39, his mom had always made sure she looked much younger than her age. As the wife of the US army's Lieutenant General, Heidi Langdon had always drawn attention to herself more than she would've like. "I'll go freshen up a little, sweetie. You hang tight," Mrs. Langdon said as she excused herself to the ladies. "Mmm hmm," Ryan mumbled as he was chewing the last bite of his tortilla. The more he grew up, the less he felt gross at checking out his mom as she swayed her tastefully dressed figure to the diner's washroom. Maybe, it was all the incest erotic fiction he had secretly read on Fictionmania. He had no clear explanation for it. It's normal to fantasize sometimes, he told himself. Then he noticed one of the beefed-up dudes got up from his table and headed towards the back of the diner. Ryan didn't think much of it as the gent's room was usually placed next to the ladies. He did feel odd when his mom gave the other dude left on the table a grin and a nod after returning from the restroom. This prompted the suspicious-looking man to get up from his booth and saunter over to the washroom, presumably to check on his friend. "You know them?" Ryan asked. "Who?" Mrs. Langdon responded with another question. "I saw you nodding to the creepy dude over there," Ryan said. "Oh, that... Just an old acquaintance of mine," the elegantly dressed lady answered before gathering her bag. "Come on, sweetie. We've gotta go pick up your sis from her cheerleading practice." With that, Ryan dropped the whole episode of odd encounters and finished up with the last sips of his coke before following his mom - his eyes locking onto the sway of her feminine curves. Meanwhile, the muscular dude who had exchanged acknowledgements with Ryan's mom, looked around to make sure that the coast was clear. Peculiarly, he peeped into the ladies' room - pretty sure that no one would be hanging inside. He was already certain that he wouldn't find his partner in the men's room when he intruded into the forbidden zone. Not that he would find him in the ladies' washroom either, because all he had come to retrieve was one of the many copies of AER device the scientist of his motherland had managed to produce. There it was, lying in the vacant 2nd cubicle along with the clothes his partner had worn when he had followed Heidi Langdon into the washroom. After leaving nothing behind, the ominous personnel sneaked out of the washroom without being spotted. An encrypted text message was sent: 'VIP 021 replaced' - in Russian. Time for him to get into position to replace the daughter. ** Around similar time frame, one of the hottest young singers was getting ready to get onto a set of a late-night talk show in New York. Arianna Brandy had conquered the charts ever since her own rendition of a hit Disney animation theme song. The popular talk show was only one of her many appearances to promote her latest hit single: So Grateful for Your Love. It would be the 25-year-old's fifth No.1 singles on billboard and her fan base had been growing exponentially. One of those fans happened to be from another country. Certainly, Miss Brandy had admirers from all over the world; but this particular man was anything but ordinary. A former KGB agent and at the age of fifty- six last March, he appeared to be too old for this kind of popular culture. Not wanting to feel out of place in the sea of young men and women, he pulled down his Yankees cap to cover most of his face as he slithered his way to the supposedly-off-limits backstage. Fortunately for him, his task was made easier by some careless studio personnel who had left a studio jacket unattended. After putting it on, he utilized his experience to sneak his way to the front door of Miss Brandy's private dressing room. After a couple of knocks, he came to his first real challenge. A female bodyguard opened the door. Along with a makeup artist, Miss Brandy was not alone. "Yes?" the bodyguard said. That was her last words as the bogus backstage staff gave her a pleasant smile before shooting her with a peculiar device on his wrist. It was the same ending for the makeup lady who came to check on the bodyguard. Miss Brandy didn't get to scream as she too was turned into a pile of skin as she stared in horror at the intruder behind her through the reflection from her vanity's mirror. The intruder then moved swiftly to hide the skins of the bodyguard and the makeup crew before putting on and becoming Miss Brandy. Yet to don a thread of clothing, he belted out the chorus to her latest hit single as he enjoyed his new youthful reflection with the vanity's 3-panel- angled mirror. She does have a wonderful voice, he thought as he picked up her black thong and slid the lingerie up her amazing legs. The underwear fitted snugly against her snatch as she copped a feel - rubbing Arianna Brandy's panties against her clit. It was like electric shocks at first as they zapped through the rest of her body. The intruder had never felt such sensation even in his adventurous life. Then it turned into a pleasant warmth which spread out gradually from between her legs. The sudden loud knocks on her door totally spoiled the moment. "You're up in 5 minutes Miss Brandy. 5 minutes!" someone shouted at her door. "Oh shoot!" the false diva cursed under her breath. Without any assistance and completely pressed for time, the new Arianna quickly picked up her matching black push-up bra before wrapping it around her small but perky breasts. The rest of her dress followed as she made it just in time. She was fortunate that her face was still presentable as it was not affected by the transformation. With her memories, the interview went on without much hiccups. The former Russian spy did had trouble balancing his new body on her ridiculously difficult 4-inch heels despite having access to all her learned skills. Once she was back to the privacy of her dressing room, Arianna took out her iPhone and browse through her contacts. Under the name 'Stud' - she selected the number with her dainty finger and the call went through. The 'Stud' answered after the 4th ring, but the tone of his voice wasn't what Arianna wanted to hear. He sounded furious. "Why are you calling me now? I told you I'll be with my family," the man who she had recently started an affair with hissed. "Awww, is that how you talk to the girl who had let you ass-fucked just last night?" the former KGB was starting to indulge himself in the role-playing aspect of his current mission. "What do you want?" the man asked, almost too loud for someone who was supposed to keep his voice down. "I just wanted to listen to your voice," the false singer purred before adding, "Besides, not every girl gets to sleep with the White House's Chief of Staffs." ** Over on the west coast, a business tycoon was getting ready for his own wedding. Selena would be Daniel Crump's second go at marriage after his first had ended up badly with multiple trials just to decide on the amount of his fortune he should part with for the benefit his ex-wife. It was an ugly ordeal the 61-year-old billionaire had hope to avoid until Selena Kvitsova appeared in his life. He had never met anyone as elegant as her. Usually, women would throw themselves at him. Selena, however, was a different story. Her former profession as a supermodel certainly explained a lot about her good looks and slender figure; but, it was her down-to-earth and introvert personality which caught his eyes. "Daddy, you look so cute when you're nervous," his daughter from his previous marriage teased. Now 23, Ivy Crump had always been by his side even through the separation from her biological mother. Many had said that she had always been her daddy's girl; but, some envious quarters did mention about her just being rational by sticking with dad, especially with the fortune she was about to inherit. "Nonsense! I've never been nervous about anything in my life," the billionaire countered. "Except, today's not just your typical 'anything' day," Ivy said. She certainly has a point there, thought Crump. For obvious reasons, he had resisted from making the wedding as grand as his first. He felt that this would be unfair to Selena; but, blessed her kind soul that she did not mind the extra precaution to keep things as low-profile as possible - fully understood that this was her future husband's second big occasion. Crump would be forever grateful to his 34-year-old bride for her compassion and kindness. After a few more father-and-daughter exchanges, Ivy excused herself to check on the bride. There was another hour to go before the ceremony; but Selena was already looking stunning in a custom made full-length bridal gown. The luxurious white dress contrasted nicely with her flawless tanned skin especially around the low-cut off-the-shoulder bodice. Speaking of which, the bodice hugged her 24-inch waist like a second skin before flaring out around her hips and extending to the fluffy white skirt with a long silk train that would drag on the floor when she walked down the aisle. The makeup artist had just finished with her face which was complimented splendidly by her beautiful raven black hair neatly decorated with a white swan-shaped hair piece. Ivy - herself dressed in a ravishing deep blue full-length mermaid gown - thought that her soon- to-be stepmother looked unbelievably beautiful. Selena noticed Ivy's gawking and requested the makeup artist to allow them some privacy. "You look like a million dollar," quipped the 23-year-old blonde as she made sure the door to the brides dressing. "You're not so bad yourself," the bride said as she eyed the bulge appearing in front of Ivy's skirt. "Though, I'm not so sure about leaving your cock out in the open like that," Selena added. "Not exactly in the open... Igor. I've Ivy Crump's panties and her pretty little gown covering it," the former Todorov said with Ivy's sultry voice as he swayed her feminine hips towards the bride impersonator. "With a bulge like that? You ought to be more careful. And that would be the last time you'll address me by my real name. I'm Selena Kvitsova now. Soon to be Selena Crump and your stepmother after the ceremony," 'Selena' argued. "How about giving a hand... or a mouth in solving this little problem of mine?" Ivy said after arriving right in front of the sitting bride. Her crotch was merely a few inches away as she could detect a hint of a musky scent amid Ivy Crump's Chanel No.5. There was a slit on the side of her dress which made it easier for her to hike up her ankle-length skirt to reveal the bulge on the front of her purple lingerie. In fact, precum was already leaking out from the head of her massive cock which was poking out from the panties lacy waistband. All Selena had to do was to just lightly tug at the lingerie and the one-eyed monster would be free. The false bride was in awe at the way Todorov's cock pushed aside the billionaire daughter's pussy lips to emerge from between her pinkish folds. His sacs were already halfway through as 'Selena' began to stroke with her glove-encased hand. The silky fabric of her white wedding glove felt heavenly to the phony Ivy as she moaned while fondling her own mammaries through her ball-gown. Selena was too turn-on to stop her stepdaughter's reckless behavior as she parted her own legs. The fluffy white material was a bit of a hassle, but she managed to hike them up enough to reveal her white thigh-highs and their garter straps. Eventually, the crotch of her white panties came into view as she could not resist rubbing and feeling its wet spot grow. At length, she slid her manicured fingers into the lingerie just so she could stroke at her clit more intimately. By then, her head was already bobbing back and forth on Ivy's incongruous meat as she prepared it for the main event. It was certainly tempting for the 25-year-old blonde to sweep away everything on the vanity table so that she could lift the lovely bride onto it and fuck her senseless with her back leaning against the mirror. But the noises of cosmetics crashing and breaking on the floor would risk attracting anymore unnecessary attention than their grunts and moans already did. Instead, she looked to the 2-seater couch which was conveniently placed against the wall adjacent to where their little quickie was happening. "Let's get ourselves more comfortable," Ivy said as she took her cock out of her future stepmother mouth. Saliva was dripping from her engorged shaft as she guided Selena to lying down on the fancy furniture. The bride rested her head on the hand-rest in a way that would not mess up her meticulously decorated hair as her soon-to-be stepdaughter shove her well-lubricated fuck- stick into her waiting cunt. "OH FUCK! This is... AMAZING!" Selena exclaimed, prompting her lover to put a hand over her mouth. "Not too loud, girl." Ivy reminded before she resumed the movement of her hips as Selena climaxed multiple times in course of her pounding. Having taken over from the real Ivy Crump last night, the former Todorov could relate to what his fellow life stealer was experiencing. Heck, he had screamed like a woman possessed when Ivy's boyfriend screwed her on her bed after their night out. When he had signed up to Major Kasparov scheme of the motherland's largest and boldest invasion into the American soil, he had taken it for just another mission. In fact, he had seen it as a huge turnoff when he was told about the requirement of masquerading as someone from the opposite sex. The Major had certainly taken the word 'masquerading' too lightly as Todorov's eyes almost popped out in disbelief when the beautiful young lady turned into a pile of skin right in front of him. He was certain that something inside of him changed when he had pulled Ivy's head over his own. But, he had shrugged it off as the female hormones now flowing in his veins. Besides, it was nice to be gorgeous and wealthy for a change. "I'm cumming..." the fake Ivy grunt just before she ejaculated into the womb of her dad's bride who climaxed multiple times during her pounding. With flushed faces, both women were swift to rearrange their elegant attire. Twenty minutes later, the future first lady was walking down the aisle with her father who came all the way from a remote town in Ukraine just to hand her daughter over to the future president. Findings Elena Kasparov was fascinated by a certain pattern of changes in personality to the agents that had taken up the form of the Americans. The 20-year-old blonde was trying her best to focus her big blue eyes on the sizeable screen showing multiple panels of live video feeds from all across America. The feeds came from some of the 'undercovers' who was ordered to put on contact lenses with satellite-connected micro- camcorder. It was another one of Professor's Hankav Riehl's invention along with the memory harvesting nanobots which was injected into Chico Alves. "Very interesting indeed," the professor said with the sultry tone of Elena - her body in a peculiar back-and-forth motion. With the nanobots removed from his brain, Chico Alves did not understand the young lady's obsession with her work. All he could appreciate was the body of Anastasia Kasparov given to him along with the role as Elena's well-preserved mother which he had come to enjoy. Having no recollection of his past apart from being told that he had lost his memory in an accident while on a mission to defend the motherland, he was grateful for the opportunity to work for this rather young scientist. However, like many others working with her in the lab, he had suspicion that there might be someone else under her youthful skin - not unlike himself. The false mother had no complaints when 'she' was told to take 'her' daughter from behind. With many of the feeds on the large TV screen showing lewd scenes of American women pleasing themselves or their unsuspecting lovers - not knowing about the PSI agents hidden underneath, 'Anastasia' had no trouble finding motivation. Her white knee-length pencil skirt was hiked up around her waist and the front of her white panties were tucked aside to allow Chico's cock access from between Anastasia folds into her daughter's slippery cunt. The supposed mother wasted no time as she rested her hands on her daughter's juicy derriere and started pounding her ass to her heart's content. Despite all the sex that she had been enjoying, Elena felt like a virgin as the walls within her vagina gripped her mom's incongruous manhood like a glove a size too small. "It seems..." Elena enlarged one of the many live satellite feeds to fill up the whole screen while basking in the sensation of her pussy getting rammed by her 'mom'. "...that most, if not all who... don the skins... has heightened senses... as well as over-eagerness to utilize their new body." Elena said in between forceful thrusts of her mother's hip. Before replacing the original Elena Kasparov, the former 76-year-old had assumed that his own increased libido after the transition was mainly due to his prior frustrating sex life and unusual fetish for female clothing. The memories extracted from Mr. Alvez also showed their insatiable appetite when they had first put on the skins of the Wilsons which the professor had easily shrugged off as their pent-up needs after spending lengthy spells behind bars. Now, he was seeing healthy straight men, some of whom were well-known womanizer, appearing to be embracing their role as beautiful women. One might be forgiven for thinking that some straight men could be shielding their hidden feminine tendency similar to the case of Chico's former boss - Robert 'Rocky' Wallansky but having hundreds of his men demonstrating similar pattern of changes certainly proved too much to be a coincidence. The live video feed which 'Elena' and 'Anastasia' were watching showed agent Popov blending unbelievably well into the role of Hailey Fletcher (Miss Mississippi). Looking back to his mental assessment report prior to the current mission, Dimitri Popov had been one of the most reluctant candidates when he was briefed on the operation. However, he seemed to be moaning in ecstasy as his Hailey-form was gladly receiving veteran US Marine Chad Garrison's massive cock. The two had been seeing each other in secret for quite sometime and the pageant from Mississippi was taking a risk of breaching Miss USA's rule by inviting her man to her room the night prior to the competition's finale. Her dad and Garrison had been good friends, though what piqued the Russian's interest was the fact that Garrison had high level assess to the US military command in Pentagon. "Ohh Chaddy... America is so... damn lucky... to have you... to protect her!" the phony Hailey grunted as Garrison's impressive member rubbed in and out of her gripping snatch. "You're damn right... that I'm someone... who has one of... the three nuclear launch code... certainly speaks volume!" the 51-year-old boasted. Elena grinned at the revelation as she felt herself getting closer and closer to what must had been her 4th orgasm. Her mom was not far behind, as she pulled her cock from Elena's cunt before launching it into her anus. As soon as she pushed her 8-incher into her rectum, her lovely daughter - a former beauty pageant herself - screamed as tsunami of orgasms washed over her. Her mom only needed a few more thrusts before her Chico-cock erupted - flooding her innards with hot cum. The volume was overwhelming as they leaked through the sides between Anastasia's incongruity and the stretching skin of Elena's pucker. Back on the large LCD screen, the live video showed Garrison having the restrain to pull his cock out before ordering Hailey to kneel in front of him as he blow his load onto her youthful face. Not content with just being facialized, the gorgeous brunette then wrapped her lips around the Marine's Commander cock as she tried to squeeze out the remaining jizz from him. By the time the 21-year-old brunette saw her lover sneaked out of her room, Elena and her mom were done fixing their appearance. The daughter made sure to send her mom to fetch her a cup of coffee before contacting Popov. "You're surprisingly 'receptive' to Mr. Garrison's advances there, agent Popov. I imagine you'd found American cocks up to your good tastes?" Elena teased. "Please don't make it harder than it already is, professor. I can assure you, whatever I've done and whatever slutty behavior coming out of me which you've just seen, it's all for the mission," Hailey's cheeks were crimson a she spoke to seemingly nobody. The contact lenses which she was wearing came with encrypted communication capabilities. "I shall stop my teasing as we need to keep this conversation as brief as possible. Give me an honest reply, agent Popov: Was it really that hard?" "Actually, no. The girl's memories and mannerisms certainly helped but she's not usually this..." "Slutty?" "Yes. And I often have this urge to touch... or be touched," Hailey spoke in surprisingly fluent Russian. "And you are still you, agent Popov?" "No doubt," Hailey replied. Elena could hear the intensity in her voice. "Thanks for you time, Miss Fletcher. I've got the feeling that you're gonna win it tomorrow," Elena said just before the line got disconnected. The former Professor Riehl was now convinced. The findings were conclusive. Even though it was subtle, but the side effect was certainly there. It made those who put on the organic disguise craved for sex - just like a vampire's lust for blood. He moved Elena delicate hand down - caressing her bosoms and waist through the fabric of her white see-through blouse and black executive skirt - before coming in between her parted legs. A gasp escaped his Elena-lips as her dainty fingers started rubbing against the crotch of her white thong. The Professor would not have wanted it any other way. Adios Buenos Gina Vladivostok had just turned 40 a fortnight ago - around the same time when her Russian husband opted to tell her about the drastic changes which would be testing their 4-year-marriage. In truth, the lovely brunette had come to expect it. When she had decided to say yes to Kiran Vladivostok who was 12 years her senior, Gina had expected her ambassador husband to be recalled back to his home country. She only didn't foresee that it would be this soon. Looking out the window of their aircraft as they were about to touch down on Moscow, Gina could see that the vast capital was covered in white. Her 17-year-old daughter, Sonia, from her first marriage could not contain her excitement as she squealed at the beauty of the snow- blanketed metropolitan. Kiran, with his bald head and bearded but handsome face, lifted Gina's hand before giving her delicate skin a peck. His dark brown eyes locked onto his wife's beautiful face as if hoping that she would find herself great comfort in a place 8 thousand miles away from where she had grown up. He was sincerely grateful for her sacrifice to follow him home. In return, he had promised to repay her with his love and the most comfortable life any woman could have ever ask for. Gina turned away from the window as she felt the plane descending gradually. She returned her husband's gaze before kissing the back of her husband's hand as well. She knew it would all be worth it, considering Kiran's recall was due to the fact that he would soon be promoted to stand among Kremlin's elites. In fact, a large mansion somewhere in the suburbs was waiting for their arrival. Her heart fluttered at the thought of putting her own South American touch to the Eastern European property. Her sudden enthusiasm did not waver as she looked past her husband's shoulder over to the rows of seats on the other side of the aisle. The trio of ladies seated in consecutive rows reminded Gina that her husband too had a past which was not unlike hers. While this was her second marriage, Kiran had had to endure a couple of painful divorces. The front row was occupied by the daughter from her first marriage who had recently been going through a separation of her own from her husband of 3 years. The 28-year-old blonde was dressed like a celebrity with dark shades as she was accompanied on this trip by her 30-year-old girlfriend. Yulia Vladivostok had been a little taken aback by her father's request to bring along her supermodel girlfriend to Buenos Aires to help along with the moving. In fact, the eldest daughter had not expected to receive a call from her father at all after her revelation of her homosexuality to the family. She had agreed without much hesitation especially seeing that this would be her chance to be accepted back into the soon-to-be well-to-do family. On a row behind, sat Dinara who had just turned 23 and Daria who liked to tell others she's 21 even though she would only reach that milestone in a week time which was within days of her stepsister Sonia's 18th birthday. While Dinara was certainly not hiding her melancholic persona with her short-cropped hair fully dyed in pink and heavily tattooed appearance, Daria still preserved her sweet girl-next-door front with her long blonde tresses tied in a simple pony tail and with piercings only for her earrings - much unlike her older sibling. Despite the contrasting personalities of the two, the sisters seemed to have forgotten their past altercation and actually got along surprisingly well on this trip. In fact, Daria had almost forgotten the two friends she had brought with her - leaning against each other and soundly asleep - as she cuddled lovingly against Dinara's shoulder. Gina smiled at the thought that the once divided Vladivostoks had come together since her husband's promotion and his recall from the embassy's post. Well, that wasn't exactly the case as it was their decision to invite Kiran's daughters and their friends over to Buenos Aires a week ago to help with the moving process - which, to be frank, was purely just an excuse. The true purpose of the invitation was not to have a family reunion thousands of miles away from their home either. It was merely an opportunity for a group of hideous criminals to assume their identities so that they could find themselves behind enemy lines and save one of their own. In Rocky's book, Chico was family. And family would never abandon any of their own. Hence, he took the risk against Dr. Smith's better judgment to go along with Igor Kolarov's plan. Rocky sometimes wondered if he had gone mad. But, then again, that was probably one of the few traits of him which hadn't change since his mafia days. ** While Rocky was beginning to question his own sanity, a group of travellers were eyeing the Vladivostoks with great interest. The trio of nuns had been tailing the ambassador and his family since they had left their home in Buenos Aires. Seated just a few rows back, these suspicious nuns had a clear view of the supposedly dysfunctional family. They had intended to keep their eyes on their targets even after they had landed in Moscow. With Agent Bradley Kingston masquerading as one of the young nuns, it would be the greatest understatement to say that the road ahead for Rocky and his company would be a little bumpy. To be continued...