No Longer Needed

by Jennifer Allison

 

I used to work for a very Secret Government Agency. So secret that the President doesn't even know about it unless something comes up and he needs to know. The last President to get told about us was JFK. It was one of our teams that first alerted the US government about the Cuban missile crisis.

I was told when I had been selected why someone like me fit their requirements:

1. You are just out of college.

2. You're reasonably bright.

3. You have no family to speak of.

4. Nobody really close that would worry if you just dropped out of sight.

5. You owe the government a huge chuck of money. Of which, it will take twenty years to pay back.

What they offered me in return was:

1. They would payoff the money I owed as soon as I went on my first assignment.

2. A new life when my job was finished. Like the witness protection program. The reason behind this was we couldn't go back to who we were.

3. I would be paid $20,000 a year extra for every year I was out in the field.

 

So I began life as a SPY.

Not just any spy. A spy buried so deep that only one person in the whole world knew who I was and where I was. There were no records of me ever being born. I simply ceased to exist.

Why am I telling you this? After twenty years undercover I have been ordered home, to be debriefed and then start a new life. I met with and debriefed my report person.

After five days of debriefing I was taken to the airport and deposited on an unmarked airplane. I was one of five people on the plane at that time. But by the time we finally headed home twenty-five other people joined us.

It must have been something in our drinks. Within five minutes of the last person coming aboard. All thirty of were sound asleep.

When I awoke I notice right away something was different. First, the only part of my body that could move was my head. Second, all the passengers were all naked as the day they were born. Third, all of the flight crew were wearing gas mask with their own air tanks.

A view screen dropped from the ceiling. A face of a woman appeared on the screen, A face of what we call in the spy Business - A face in the crowd, someone you wouldn't even notice even if she walked and said, "Hi."

"I want to welcome you all home. For some of you it has been over twenty years. Just so you won't have any worries, the reason everything that has happen and will happen is - we are setting you all up in your new life." Said the face on the screen.

"If you are helping us, Then why are we unable to move and naked," asked one of the women up front. "But my biggest question is, WHO IN HELL ARE YOU!!!"

"I am director of the agency each of you has worked for, for the last eight years," she informed us. "The main reason for your nakedness and why you are unable to move is most of our agents don't like the idea of what we are going to do to them and they will fight and someone will get hurt and we don't want that."

"That wasn't the deal I signed up for," I said. "I was guaranteed a new life and the bonus set aside for me to setup that new life."

"That is right, we did guarantee each of you a new life. Plus the $20,000 a year bonus," She said. "But that is where the problem is."

"What problem is that?" asked the woman across the aisle from me.

"With all the knowledge and experience each of you has, we can't just drop you back into society. The security risk is to great."

"So you just going to kill us all?" said the guy behind me.

"No one will die. The service each of you has performed has earned you the right to live and we cannot take that away from you. But we have to do something so that you are unable to tell anybody what you have done, also make it so if you did tell someone, they wouldn't believe and you couldn't prove it," the director informed us.

"So what are you going to do? Put us a hypnotic trance so we will forget everything, including the money," I asked.

"Hypnotic suggestions won't work especially in your case, you are one of three agents that were undercover for over twenty years. There are too many memories to erase."

"So what is going to happen and what about the money?" asked the agent across from me.

"Your money will be put into a trust fund. Then when you are old enough the money will be turned over to you."

"What do you mean old enough? I am over forty years old, I am certainly old enough," I said almost angrily.

"In your new life, you are not old enough." She then held something up. "In a while each of you will be wearing one of these."

"Hey! that is a diaper," said the man behind me.

"One brownie point for the man in the back," said the director sarcastically. "It is a diaper. In a little while each one of you will be wearing a diaper."

"You can't do that to us. Turn us all into idiots that can't even control our bodily functions," screamed almost everybody on the plane.

"You are also right, no would believe an idiot. So the secret about the agency is safe," said the woman next to me.

"You are wrong on that point. We are not going to turn you all into idiots," said the director. "But what we are going to do is turn you all into one month old babies."

"HA! ha! That is a good one," replied half of the passengers.

"Laugh all you want, it has already started. If those of you who had some gray hair when you boarded the plane could look now, you would find none. Each of you had regressed in age by at least ten years, so far."

I took a closer look at the woman sitting across the aisle from me. My look didn't take to long to notice the change that had taken place since I had seen her board. Where before she was forty pounds overweight with crows feet underneath her eyes and streaks of gray running through her dark brown hair I now found no gray hair, no crows feet, and a body with no pound out of place. A perfect body for a twenty-five year-old woman.

My problem wasn't gray hair. If I had tried to join Hair Club for Men I would have been rejected, I was completely bald. Had been so for the last five years. Yes, I could feel hair on top of my head.

"I am also sorry to say. Regressing you back into a baby isn't the only change we are going to have to make. To make it so that no one, and I do mean no one, will believe your incredible story, we are going to make another change in your body structure," said the director.

"So what are you going to do? Turn the men into baby girls and the women into baby boys," said the man behind me jokingly.

"That is exactly we are going to do."

"I was just joking," replied the guy behind me.

"We aren't."

Being unable to move didn't mean I couldn't feel pain. As the director finished her last statement my body was racked by an immense pain that ran from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. For a solid minute I felt this pain, but it felt like an hour. After the pain my body felt like it had gone to sleep.

When I was finally able to take a look at the woman next to me I found a boy of sixteen sitting there instead. When I looked down I found a pair of breast protruding from my chest.

From a very high feminine voiced from behind me. "Why are you doing this to us. Didn't we earn the right to go back to be our old self's."

"We can't take a chance of you revealing our existence to the world. Be happy, how many people can say that they were given a chance to live their lives over again?"

Again I felt the numbing sensation. When it was over I looked down. I found just bumps on my chest. Just big enough to tell everybody I had started on the next step to womanhood.

I felt something strange going on in my pubic area.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" screamed the boy next to me.

"It's very simple. The boys just had a wet dream and the girls just had a period," said one of the flight crew.

Then that weird sensation again.

When I opened my eyes I found I was staring at my feet. The reason behind this was they were no longer long enough to reach the floor.

"You are about six now. In a few moments the process will be all over with."

The numbness was back again. When I opened my eyes this time. I noticed the flight crew walking down the aisle stopping at each passenger and giving them something. When they got to me I found out what they had been giving. A pacifier, which was then stuck into my mouth. Unable to stop myself I started sucking on my nookie.

I then fell asleep sucking on my nookie.

 

I was awoken when I I was picked up by a member of the flight crew. By this time they had removed their face masks. I finally could move the rest of body but I had no control of it. When I looked at my hand I found myself looking at the curled up hand of a baby.

I was then taken to the back half of the plane, along the way we stopped at a mirror so I could get a look myself. There was no mistake I looked like a one month old baby with a slit where my dick used to be.

The back half of the plane had been turned into a nursery with changing tables and cribs. I gave them one more of what I thought of what they did to me. As the crewman was about to put me in my first diaper I let her have it with a load of piss. I got it on her blouse, hands and face.

"Don't worry little one. I won't punish you for what you just did. Five or six more of the babies will do the same thing." She just cleaned up my mess and put me in a clean diaper.

I was then placed in a crib and I went to sleep.

 

The next thing I knew. The pilot was announcing our arrival in Washington DC.

The director's voice was back. "Don't worry about your adopted parents. We will be checking on each of you off and on. Then upon you eighteenth birthday you will receive the trust fund from the $20,000 a year bonus."

Twenty minutes after the plane came to a halt at the terminal couples were being escorted into the nursery one at a time, where they were lead to a certain baby. The baby was then taken off the plane by the couple.

Finally it was my turn.

A couple, the man in his mid thirties and the woman in her late twenties stared down at me.

"This can't be our babies she is beautiful," my new mother said.

"Yes it is. She the one that has been selected for you," said the crewman I had doused earlier in piss. "You had better watch when you are changing her diaper."

"Why is that?" asked my new dad.

"She'll squirt you with her piss, if she is given half a chance. Where do you think this mess came from?" said the crewman showing off her wet blouse.

"Heheheheheh," laughed both my new parents.

"That makes her just perfect for us," said my new mom. "She is just like me and my husband, we both have a warped personality and that would be something we would both love have done."

I was then taken off the plane to start my new life with parents that will really love me.

This answers the question.

Where do old spies end up?

  

  

  

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