Mission Impossible?

by Amber Lynn Kain

Chapter 7

 

Amber sat back and closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon. A technician with spiked hair quickly and expertly plucked Amber's eyebrows into two femine arches. She stood back and looked at Major Brewer, for approval.

"Great job. Very nice.", Major Brewer said.

"Let me see. Oh Clare, you always leave a little too much on the end. Clean it up here and here.", the makeup artist said.

"Yes, Bobbi.", the girl said.

"After that prepare her for the laser treatment."

"Honey, you have shaved recently haven't you?", she asked Amber.

"Ah...yes. Just yesterday.", Amber replied.

"Good, you know the treatments works better on smooth skin. We are going to start on you back today, since we finished your face yesterday.", explained the makeup artist.

Amber groaned and sunk lower in the chair with her bottom lip pushed out.

"Sit up, Amber and let Clare finish your brows.", Janice Brewer scolded her.

"It hurts and I'm tired. I mean, the facials, laser treatments, teeth bleaching, pedicures, manicures...everything."

"Now you listen young lady,", Bobbi cut in and looked her patient in the eye with her fists on her hips and placing heavy emphasis on the two words - young lady, "your Mom has paid a lot of money to get you to look this good. So you better be appreciative, otherwise it may be back out of the dresses and back to shop class for you." The spa's owner turned and winked at Major Brewer and walked away.

Amber's eyes widee and jaw dropped at the woman's speech, then a mischevious grin grew out of her surprise. "Oh MOM...I am appreciative of what you're doing for me...really, I am." Amber giggled at the Major, whose jaw tightened and eyes narrowed.

Amber sat back and closed her eyes trying to ignore the pain spiked hair Clare was inflicting on her. She was back in Colonel Washington's office again with the tall black woman explaining what Amber would do.

"I am glad you are part of the team. You will report directly to the Major. Captain Logan and Dan Parsons will be the the liasions to the CID and the CIA. I am the Project Coordinator. I have Project Oversight.

You are going to be sent in under deep cover. The intelligence we have gathered points that the transportation division of the Cartel may be our best opportunity to interdict shipments of cocaine going to the U.S. A man named Angel Corizon is the Cartel deputy in charge of seeing the cocaine is shipped to the distributors. He rose through the Cartel to become one of the favored deputies and is extremely intelligent. He has found many of infiltrators, in his division and other divisions.

However, we plan to apeal to his weak point to gain access the Cartel. It seems he has an appetite for transgendered men. He can be seen occasionally in Bogota, Columbia, where he frequents a local club that has female impersonator shows. He usually seeks out the headliner of the show or the most attractive transvestite."

The Colonel stopped briefly and poured herself a cup of coffee from a carafe. She offered a cup to Amber, who shook her head no, then to the others. Only the CIA liason accepted a steaming mug but declined the offer for powdered cream and sugar. She then walked behind her desk and sat down and waited.

Amber thought about what she had been told, then spoke, "I'm not a performer, Maam."

"Major Brewer and Captain Logan believes differently. They've seen you at the club in St. Louis the other night and say you dance very well." Colonel Washington ignored Amber's shocked look and continued. "We will make sure your act will have a great impact on Mr. Corazon. While you make a pretty girl, we are also going to help you refine your look with the help of some professionals."

Amber sat atop the examining table in the doctor's office. The paper grown crinkled as she shifted uncomfortably on the cold table. She crossed and uncrossed her slim ankles, then lifted her legs straight out to admire her brightly colored toenails.

"It's cold in here."; she spoke, then sighed from boredom.

"You're just nervous. Most people are when they visit a doctor. ", the Major explained. Janice smiled, crossed her legs and tugged down the hem of her black skirt. Amber noted that Janice Brewer was always immaculately dressed, whether in or out of uniform. Today, she wore a black mini skirt and with a matching jacket, over a red silk top. Expensive gold earrings dangled from her underneath her styled hair, while matching bracelets were worn on a slender wrist. Nude hose, black pumps, matching her clutch finished her outfit. Amber smiled at her mentor and shifted again, aware she wore only an ugly, white, and thin paper gown.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, not at the moment."

"What about Captain Logan?", Amber asked timidly, pretending to look at her fingernails.

At the name of the Army CID liaison, Major Brewer raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and replied, "We dated a couple of times but nothing serious. We are just friends now." The woman then glanced up at the young TV and commented, "He is very attractive."

"Yeah, I guess so." Amber answered and continued to look at her newly polished fingernails. "Did you ever think of getting married?"

"Yes,", the woman said and explained, "but I haven't found the right guy. I have a goal. I want to be the first female full bird colonel in Army Intelligence. A serious relationship could interfere with my goal."

Amber glanced up at the woman quizzically for a moment then nodded and moved again on the examining table. The army major tilted her head to the left and placed tow fingers on her lips in thought. She was about to question her young charge when the door opened and a petite, dark skinned woman in a white lab coat entered the room.

"Good morning", the woman said in perfect English and extended a hand to Amber, then to Janice. "I am Doctor Liki Shinhashi." The small indian woman sat on the stool and picked up Amber's medical files on the clip board. "The wonderful weather we are having isn't it? Let's see what your chart says." She then sat quietly and scanned the pages in the file. Closing the file she turned to the Major and asked, "Ms. Brewer, would you mind leaving us for a moment? I need to speak to Amber alone."

"Certainly, Doctor.", Janice nodded.

When the door closed Doctor Shinhasi placed the file on a table, folded her hands and looked at Amber. "Amber Do you understand what you are doing? You will be modifying your body by taking these hormones. What you have done so far is only cosmetic and can reversed." The Doctor held up a small cylinder in her hand and explained, "When we insert this packet, low level estrogen will be released into and start to change your body. While the levels will not give you breasts or atrophid your penis, your skin will be softer, you will not be as strong or muscular and in certain situations, you may find yourself more emotional. This will last about 5-7 years unless the packet is removed."

Amber looked into the Doctor's brown eyes and nodded. "Yes Doctor, I know and I want to do this."

One studio wall was lined with mirrors, while the side walls had hand rails at hip level. Amber stood alone in the room waiting for the instructor. She was wearing a pale blue leotard and black dancing slippers. Her make up was perfect for mid day and a young girl. Her skin had become clearer and softer. The hormones and vitamins had caused her hair to grown quick and thick. It was now past her ears but not yet long enough to pull back in a pony tail.

The door behind her opened up and a slim man in a black leotard walked into the room and toward her. "Hello. You must be Amber. I am Tad Cox, your instructor. Have you had any dance instruction before? No? Then we will start slowly but you must promise to work at it, promise? Good...let's start."

The questions and answers rapid fired at her. Amber nodded at the bundle of energy, took a deep breath and followed Tad's instructions on stretching and limbering up.

  

  

  

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