Robin Hoodwink

by Prudence Walker

  

Robyn Knight sat at her new desk and looked at the various requests for service. She had planned a long time for this day, but was still concerned that she was doing the right thing. She was particularly worried when she looked at her partner's empty desk. Especially when she considered that she and Robin could never be in the office at the same time.

You see, her partner was Robin Knight, a 22-year-old graduate of the Police Academy and a Special Ops training course given to the elite of undercover agents. Though the last name was the same, Robin was not Robyn's sister. Robin was Robyn's alter ego.

Robyn had the ability to completely change sex, due to the accidental inclusion of chameleon DNA that was introduced into her cells along with her normal DNA while she was still in the womb. It had made his-her life complicated at the orphanage where she grew up. When the Knight family rescued him from the nefarious schemes of Matron, the head of the orphanage, he wasn't Robin, no; he was in his alter ego's form, Robyn. (See the story titled Head Case)

The apparent age difference between Robyn and Robin, (with Robyn looking two years older than Robin) which used to show up when she was younger, no longer existed, now that they were adults. As Robyn, she was tall and had a nice full figure to match, but as Robin, the bulk went from the breasts and hips to the chest and waist, giving Robin a more bulked up look. This gave Robin a strong virile look that belied his slightly shorter than normal stature.

One of the chameleon's DNA effects, besides the ability to copy anyone's form within the same relative weight/height limits, was to become virtually invisible. Unfortunately, she had to be naked for this to be of any use. Therefore, this was not something she could keep up for long, unless it was summer.

When she had first discovered this ability, it had been an instinctive act, triggered by fear and adrenaline. Then she had tried to initiate the ability voluntarily, but she had failed miserably. It wasn't till she had grown up that she had learned how to trigger it at will. This was one of the reasons that affected her decision to become a detective. The government agencies like the FBI or CIA were not an option. She might fall into the hands of scientists trying to duplicate her abilities; or worse, she could disappear as a potential threat to this country's security. No, becoming a detective was a lot less dangerous, and yet it still allowed her to use her abilities to the fullest.

When the two personalities united, they decided to live as the female Robyn. The other Knights knew of her ability, but it never stopped them loving Robyn. She had set up her business, with the help of Stormi, her mother. Unfortunately Robyn could not train as a detective due to her diminutive size; and so Robin had had to come out of the closet, so to speak. And with another set of papers documenting birth and schooling, provided by Dr. Don Pickle's connections, Robin was able to enter the Academy and get the necessary training. So, on paper, the detective agency was a partnership, R & R Investigations Ltd.

Robyn loved her life as a female and intended to do most of her undercover work as Robyn, using Robin mainly as the front for the business. Some of her first clients had insisted on seeing the male Robin, probably seeing Robyn as more of a secretary for the agency. So the adjoining room to the office had become her changing room, for more than just clothes. It took barely three minutes to work the change, and most of that was just the changing of clothes, as her body altering ability took only half a minute to complete.

Dr. Pickle had been a great help in sending out the word to all his varied contacts about the new agency. In fact, the case she was working on was directly due to Dr. Don's efforts. She was expecting her next client soon, so she went to get changed. Five minutes later, a knock on the door indicated the client was here.

"Come in please," a masculine voice, bid the client into the office.

Robin pulled at the tie around his neck, hating its tightness with a passion. It would be far better to be wearing a lovely silky blouse with an open neck, with a necklace that slipped enticingly down between her breasts, but he couldn't, not with the client having already spoken with Robin on the phone. He would be expecting to see the male partner of this agency.

Robin waved to the empty seat as the slightly overweight and balding man entered the office. Robin knew the basics of the case from the telephone conversation.

"Have you got the photos of your wife?" Robin asked.

"Yes, as you requested," the man said as he slumped tiredly into the seat offered. "I hope you can find out just where my wife goes every Wednesday. I've tried following her myself, but she eludes me when she enters that damn club she goes to. I waited all night there once, only to find her at home, ringing me to find out where I was. Somehow, she's slipping away from there without me seeing her," the man grumbled.

"She doesn't drive there?" Robin asked, as he looked at the attractive blonde in the photos.

"No, she takes a cab there," the man replied.

Robin then discussed his fees and expenses; and he asked for an advance of the money, as agreed to over the phone. Armed with the times and addresses, Robin said he'd be in touch in a few days.

First on the agenda was to get a good look at the wife. Therefore Robin was in her female form and posing as a 30-year-old Avon lady. She knocked on the door of the woman's home, introducing herself as Vivian. At first, Gloria, the clients wife, wasn't interested in any of the products – that is, until Robyn mentioned the free trial samples. Robyn studied the woman and how she moved and talked, trying to commit everything to memory, in case it became necessary to imitate her during the course of the case.

When Wednesday rolled around, Robin was ready. He had several alternative outfits ready in the car, suitable for either Robin or Robyn to wear for disguise purposes as the need arose. He was parked within view of the client's drive, in plenty of time before Gloria was due to leave. On the dot, her silver BMW rolled out and turned towards town. Robyn followed discretely, never allowing his vehicle to get too close. It appeared she was not going to use a taxi tonight.

Robin watched as Gloria drove her car into the underground car park that was part of the Omega building, where her Wednesday visits took her. Robin parked down the street and decided to check the building out. The front entrance was imposing, but gave nothing away as to its purpose or what went on inside. Robin entered openly to see if his faked emergency requiring a phone would give him opportunity to garner any more information. As he entered, a female security guard suddenly appeared, blocking any further access into the building. Even his pleas that he needed to ring an ambulance for his pregnant wife, after breaking down in his car, got him no further then the main entrance. The guard insisted that this was a female only establishment and no man was allowed access. Frustrated that he hadn't seen anything, he hurried back to the car to begin plan two.

A few minutes later, a pregnant woman staggered into the same entrance that Robin had just left. Robyn looked about 9 months gone and ready to drop. Although the pregnancy was faked, using her ability to imitate others, her moans and gasped entreaties sounded authentic. The same guard ushered her through the doors into a waiting room inside before leaving to phone an ambulance for Robyn. Checking the room for any surveillance cameras and finding none, Robyn hurriedly stripped off her clothes, stashing them between one of the chairs and the wall.

Converting her body into invisible mode and losing the pregnant body shape, Robyn stood against the door waiting for the guard's return. The guard was surprised to find nobody in the room and went looking out of the entrance to see if she had gone outside. Robyn slipped out of the waiting room and carefully and slowly made her way further into the building. She stayed close to the wall, not only to help blend in but also to avoid anyone accidentally walking into her.

She managed to find out the main purpose of the Omega building as she entered a large gym. It was a filled with the latest in exercise equipment, which might explain the wife's reason for coming here, if it weren't for a couple of details. One was that there wasn't any sign of the woman there. There wasn't anyone in the gym at all. All the gleaming equipment was empty and unused, there were not even instructors sitting and waiting.

Robyn wandered though the building unobserved. A few women were working in offices adjoining the main corridor to the gym. They seemed to be busy sitting at computer stations, but weren't attired as normal office workers. They were all wearing exercise clothing or leotards. Just as Robyn was puzzling over it, a chiming alarm sounded. That made Robyn's heart race in apprehension of having been discovered.

All of a sudden, the women sitting in the offices raced out, all heading towards the gym. Curious, Robyn followed discretely. She watched, amazed, as they all started using the machines. Some were even pulling on what looked like fat suits which they covered with assorted clothing before moving to the workout machines. Some of the fittest looking women now sported extra artificial flab to make them look in need of the exercise.

Music started playing and within minutes of the alarm, the gym looked like any other gym in the country as the women worked at their exercising. As Robyn stood there watching, wondering what was going on, she heard voices just outside the gym. The door opened and two people entered; one was sporting the Omega logo on her clothes, while the other looked like an ordinary housewife. Robyn guessed from the conversation, that a new member was about to join and was getting the grand tour of the facilities.

Something was badly out of kilter here. Robyn watched as the tour finished and the people in the gym went back to their offices. Robyn left carefully, stopping only to retrieve the clothing she'd left in the waiting room.

Back in the car, Robyn was feeling confused and worried. The place was obviously a front for something. What was the lady she'd seen getting the tour going to let herself in for? Determined to find out, Robyn thought it was time for plan three. A call to the client, after Robyn returned home, confirmed that the wife had returned. A few questions confirmed that she hadn't been carrying any exercise clothing on her return. Robyn, using her male voice, said that nothing concrete had been found yet, but hopefully after the wife's next visit he would have more information.

The next few days were busy for Robin and Robyn, as both male and female aspects were needed to investigate the Omega Company's records. Robyn decided to conduct a bogus survey, such as "Who is your fantasy love/perfect date?" with the Omega building's employees.

Robyn waited and watched the employees as they left the building, then followed them around till a suitable place and time, where, armed with a clipboard and some fake survey sheets, she sprang into her act. Once the people that she managed to get to complete the surveys had detailed their dream date/mate, all that was required was to change into the image of that dream person and then arrange to accidentally encounter the particular woman who he, or in one case she, was matched with.

Robyn did have some qualms at this deception, feeling it was taking an unfair advantage of the person's dreams, but knowing they were not entirely innocent, given the deception in the gym, tempered that guilty feeling. The information Robyn gathered from one lesbian employee was interesting. Robyn, who at the moment was the spitting image of Britney Spears, was engaged in sex with Veronica in the woman's bedroom. Robyn's questions about Veronica's job, amidst the throes of passion, elicited a few details that Robyn stored away while her body was reaching its own orgasm from Veronica's talented tongue. Apparently Veronica was a phone recruiter for Omega. Robyn's question, "Recruiting for what?" was only partially answered. Apparently the gym used a new technique in motivating its members – hypnosis.

The week passed quickly as Robyn gathered more information. The county records office yielded the original building plans, and they showed that originally it was supposed to be a much bigger project. The plans showed that an underground tunnel was started and was supposed to connect with a second building. The project had collapsed, whereupon the Omega Company had bought the original company out. Getting a subsequent plan showed that the Omega Company had also bought the adjacent land and that a warehouse had since been built there.

Finally, Wednesday came around. Robyn had managed to get into the wife's car in chameleon mode. She was sitting in the back seat when the wife came out to drive that evening. Robyn was careful not to make a sound as Gloria hummed a tune as she drove to the Omega building. As the car entered the underground car park, the humming stopped abruptly, and Robyn saw her posture change, becoming rather robotic. Something told Robyn that the woman was under someone else's control and that she probably wouldn't even notice her presence in the car.

Instead of parking, the woman drove down one level and Robyn, who had popped her head up to see out, watched as Gloria craned her neck and looked into a metal box for recognition. Identification apparently having been confirmed, a portion of the seemingly solid wall slid open, revealing a tunnel. The woman drove her car along it for about 20 feet, where it started to angle upwards. Robyn saw they had entered a well-lit garage with a number of other cars already parked there. Robyn slipped out of the car on the opposite side at the same time as the Gloria, timing the opening and closing of the door to coincide with the driver's door, to cover the sound.

Unfortunately for Robyn, though she was not visible to the wife, the infrared surveillance cameras caught her every movement. Silent alarms went off and 2 security guards were dispatched to the area before either Gloria or Robyn left the garage. Gloria was paralyzed in fear, and stood in her trance-like state as the two guards rushed towards her.

Robyn felt her panic reactions setting in to resist attack. Her body stopped all external dispositions. She stopped sweating. She held her breath. Her body temperature automatically dropped to room temperature. Like a reptile, her pulmonary function slowed almost to a halt; there was no heartbeat. She remained absolutely rigid up against a support column. The cameras couldn't locate her. The infra-red goggled guards rushed past her to corner the poor woman, whose trance-like condition had been completely shattered by all the unfamiliar stimuli. She was wondering where she was and what was happening as the guards hauled her away.

Robyn stood frozen against the column, wondering what had gone wrong. Suddenly she felt the need to take a breath, as though she had been holding it. That was when she realized she had not been breathing. She felt her body temperature and noted how cold her thighs were to the touch of her fingers. She tried to take her pulse, but it seemed impossibly slow. It suddenly hit her that, during time of panic, her marvelous body had reacted to protect her again, by dropping her heart rate and slowing her breathing like a reptile's in cold weather. She had become undetectable. She needed to understand how this worked if she wanted to remain undetected. She started a reconnaissance of her surroundings. She quickly located three cameras mounted in different but concealed locations.

Meanwhile, in a room, two tunnels away, a voice was calling commands to squads of security men. "We have an infiltrator. The I-R cameras picked it up when it exited from the vehicle of unit 439. The flash squad was dispatched immediately, but the infiltrator eluded them and the cameras. I am sure that person is still in our buildings, lock down all access, and allow nothing in or out of these buildings. We will capture them and use their technology for ourselves. We will then have them where we want them."

Robyn slowly sank to the floor, and then started a slow crawl towards where Gloria had been taken. Robyn's body took on the colouration of the concrete floor as she moved from the pillar towards where she hoped to find her target. Her body remained in its current, undetectable to infrared, condition. The effects of the cold reptilian-like torpor made her movements sluggish, as the muscles of her body refused to be exerted too much without the needed circulation.

She saw that, in their haste, the guards had left the door to another room ajar, from whence voices could plainly be heard. Robyn finally managed to get to the doorway and inched her way into the room.

Moving over to it, she eased her way though the opening without needing to open the door any wider. Inside, she saw several men were questioning Gloria. They seemed to be frustrated at her negative answers; and Robyn could see that the woman was clearly terrified of the present situation. This puzzled Robyn. Surely whatever was going on should not be such a surprise to the woman that had regularly visited here, unless this part of the operation was being kept secret from the regular members by some sort of hypnotic conditioning.

Hugging the wall, Robyn waited. The men stopped their questioning suddenly, as another door opened in the rear of the room and a small man with very penetrating eyes entered. He brushed aside the woman's questioners, bent down, and quietly spoke a single word in her ear.

At once, the woman's demeanor changed, becoming more like the robotic state she had shown on first entering the car park. The man then led the woman into the room from which he had entered. Robyn was already there and slipped though, ahead of the woman and her diminutive escort.

Robyn grew sick as she saw the sort of activity going on in there. One thing she noticed was that the woman who had been shown the gym on Robyn's first visit was there. She was assembling a gun while moving in the same robot-like state. Other women were assembling what looked like home made bombs, using household products. It looked as if they were training innocent women to become terrorists for some horrible mission. The hypnotic triggers embedded in the women probably could be triggered by just a verbal command, most likely over the phone. Normal patriotic women occupying all walks of life would suddenly be turned into unsuspecting terrorists.

Robyn knew this was big – far more than just a surveillance job. Her problem now was to get this information out to the right people without triggering suspicion. Her job was going to be made harder by the now alerted men that were running around checking every corner of the warehouse, using several sorts of exotic detecting equipment, the nature of which she couldn't even speculate.

Robyn moved back out to the underground car park, where she saw the frantic activity slow down as negative reports were voiced back from the men searching the area. Robyn went back into her non-detection mode as she slipped out into the area scanned by the cameras; then she found a small niche and waited. She overheard speculation from the searchers nearby that what had been detected was a glitch or some backwash eddy of heat from the car's exhaust as it stopped.

Watching the exit from the building, Robyn could see equipment being set up to scan every vehicle as it left. It looked as if they were ready to search each car thoroughly before it would be allowed out. Even if she could hop aboard and look like part of the car, she doubted that would help if they physically examined the interior. It was time for plan B.

Getting back into the room where all the women were learning to assemble weapons took some time, as she had to wait till other people opened the doors before she could slip through. Searching quickly, she found several rooms where women were working by themselves. Slipping into one of them, she watched carefully as she hid against the wall. From the conversation Robyn overheard as men came in and out of the office, she learned that this woman was in the organization of her own free will and not a mind-washed pawn. Waiting there, Robyn decided to impersonate the woman and leave as her, when the woman's shift ended in half an hour.

Studying the way she talked and her mannerisms, Robyn thought she could pass for her satisfactorily. Just before her shift was over, the woman stood and went into a small room that adjoined her office. Robyn slipped in before the woman casually closed it and locked it. The woman moved to a small locker, where she started to remove her lab coat. As she reached for a jacket, Robyn slipped behind her and applied a sleeper hold she'd been trained to do in her special ops training. The woman struggled momentarily before succumbing to Robyn's superior strength.

Knowing time was of the essence, Robyn quickly stripped the woman as she lay on the floor. Checking out the naked woman's body for anything like scars or birthmarks, she slowly changed her own body to match, using the abilities she'd learned in school to thwart a vindictive girl's revenge plot (read in Head Case).

Pulling on the woman's clothing, she was thankful that the panties were clean, as that was the most distasteful part of dressing in another's clothing. Dressed, she checked herself out in the compact that was in the woman's purse. She found some tape in the office and bound the woman tightly and taped over her mouth. She struggled to stuff the unconscious woman into the locker, having to fold her knees up to her chin to make her fit. Closing the door, she locked it, ensuring that that it would be some time before the woman was discovered.

Pulling on the jacket and shouldering the handbag that was in the locker, Robyn strode boldly out of the office, locking it behind her. Making her way to the garage, she took out the car keys found in the handbag and asked one of the men to get her car out ready, as she needed to use the ladies. The ploy worked, as she made herself scarce for a minute or two while her car was brought up to the entry of the office building.

Getting in, she drove the car slowly towards the exit where the guards were waiting. As she approached, they waved her down, checking her face against the ID card in her purse. The guard saluted deferentially and moved to the rear of the vehicle, politely asking for the rear door to be opened on her station wagon. They scanned it with a device that hummed and patted the interior, even checking the spare wheel cavity. The hood was opened and the engine examined, as was the underside of the car. Robyn sat quietly, trying to show a calm exterior, while she wondered if she would be allowed through. Finally, they waved her through and she drove out onto the street with a sigh of relief.

Robyn knew time was of the essence if these people were to be stopped. The woman she had impersonated would eventually wake and start to try to get noticed. She had probably five or six hours to work within before the group noticed they had been infiltrated. Robyn didn't want to get away to start up somewhere else. Driving directly to her office, she changed back into Robin and started calling some numbers.

Four hours later, Robin, again disguised as the woman member of the group, drove back into the Omega building's underground car park. There, she swiped the access card found in the borrowed woman's purse, and re-entered the secret headquarters of the terrorist group. Getting to this point took all the skills of persuasion Robin/Robyn had. The people she had contacted wanted to go in with guns blazing, but Robin was concerned about the innocent brainwashed women and their potential for either being killed or held as hostages.

After Robin had convinced the proper authorities of the threat that these people offered, Robin had then shown them "his sister's" ability to emulate the particular woman in the group and her willingness to try to lessen the possibilities of innocent casualties. The counter terrorism agency never realized Robyn was Robin, or that the seeming abilities were anything other than a great disguise.

Robyn noticed that security was tighter than before as the car was surrounded by guards the moment she halted. Sensor sweeps of the car were made before she was allowed out and the car was thoroughly searched again. Her ID was checked and questions were asked as to why she was back so soon. Her story that she had found out that someone was investigating one of their recruits was pretty much the truth, and was accepted as sufficient reason to return early.

She walked slowly back towards her office, releasing the valve of the small canister hidden in her purse. The gas was undetectable and would act quickly to render anyone breathing it unconscious in seconds. Robyn was holding her breath, having gone into a near death state, an ability she had only just recently discovered having. Keeping an eye out for any that were not succumbing to the gas and who might alert others, she went into each area, watching the personnel collapse before going to a phone and ringing a number.

She heard the voice on the other end and breathed out the key words, "Fox down."

Robyn waited, trying to remain without breathing for as long as was possible. Her heart had almost slowed to a stop and she was experiencing some difficulties seeing as her system tried to conserve its last oxygen reserves. The awaited noise of re-enforcements coming through the entrance was the signal for her to return to normal. She gasped a much-needed breath of air before going unconscious due to the lingering effects of the gas.

Robyn's next thoughts seemed hazy as she tried to sit up. A voice telling her to lie still till the effects of the gas had passed brought back her last memories.

"Is everyone okay? All the women?" she gasped out, as she lay back down.

"Yes, the place is secured. No one got out and we have no casualties," a voice reassured her.

Robyn relaxed, content to let herself be carried out to a waiting ambulance, where she was again checked out. Having recovered enough to stand up, Robyn steadfastly refused to visit the hospital for a final check of her body. She asked what was going to happen to the women, and was told they would undergo a deprogramming therapy before being allowed to resume their normal lives.

Robyn managed to get a ride back to her offices with one of the police units. She was told to expect a letter and maybe a medal from the president for her efforts in countering the terrorists. Robyn changed back to Robin, glad to shed her heels and constricting bra. Being a woman was fine for a while, but lugging that extra weight around on her chest in strenuous situations took some of the pleasure away.

After taking a shower and dressing back into Robin's clothes, he went and wrote up his report for his client, before closing up his office and driving home. He was pleased as he drove, knowing that his first case not only had a positive result for his client, but also that a serious threat to the country he loved had been nullified. He hoped his next case would be a less complicated one, where his unique talents could be used in a more regular role.

Tomorrow could be another adventure in gender role swapping. Reaching home, Robin wondered what the next case might be.

The end

  

  

  

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